Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 428

Izabella was hell-bent on leaving, and Bunny couldn't force her to stay. After all, everything needed to be done in moderation. Being too eager won't get her anywhere.

Moreover, she could tell that Izabella's concern for Casey went beyond simple friendship, and Bunny was totally chuffed with this development.

"I'll call a cab for you," she said.

"No need, Bunny. I've already called one. The driver will be at the hospital in a jiffy. I gotta scoot."

She had her change of clothes in a bag, no need to pack, just grab and go.

"Alright then, be safe. Shoot Casey a text when you get home."

Izabella nodded, turned on her heel, and left the ward.

Casey got up, watching Izabella leave until she disappeared into the elevator. He stood in the doorway, not moving.

He looked at his injured arm. If he hadn't been hurt, he could've driven Izabella home himself.

Bunny quietly walked up to him and asked, "Are you really that into her? She's gone, and you're still looking."

Casey moved his ears, which was his way of confirming it.

Bunny said, "If you're into her, you should tell her straight up, not beat around the bush."

Casey said, "I've made it very clear on social media, and everyone knows I want to be with her."

Bunny retorted, "Everyone knows, but she doesn't."

Casey replied sadly, "How do you know she doesn't? Maybe she's just trying not to hurt me and pretending not to see. If I confess, maybe we can't even be friends."

"How do you know she's pretending?" Bunny asked back.

Casey was at a loss for words, and Bunny patted him on the head. "Don't rush; you're still young."

The discharge procedures went smoothly, and Casey went home with his parents. On the way, he asked, "Where's my car?"

Bunny answered, "It took a hit and is in the shop."

Casey asked, "What about my stuff?"

Bunny replied, "It's all at home. Check for anything missing when we get back."

Casey had to rest at home for at least a month due to his injuries. The Dempseys were loaded, so they had all sorts of supplements and nutritious soups every day.

After getting home, Casey checked his stuff in the car. Everything was there: keys, phone, driver's license, ID, wallet, and that picture from the orphanage.

His phone was dead, so he charged it and found a load of missed calls and texts.

He went through the messages one by one, replying to a few. One was from his agent, to whom he said he was fine.

Lying in bed, phone in hand, Casey updated his social media followers on his well-being.

Having an injured right hand was a real pain. All he could do was lie in bed, scrolling through his posts. When his phone rang, he thought it was Izabella, and his heart skipped a beat. But when he saw the caller ID, he was gutted.

Brett.

Casey didn't want to take his call right now, fearing it would worsen his condition.

He rejected the call, but it rang again immediately. Annoyed, Casey sat up in bed and answered.

"Why are you calling me?" He knew Brett wouldn't be calling just to check on him.

"Heard you've been discharged."

"You've got your ear to the ground. If you know I'm out of the hospital, you must know Izabella took care of me all night, right? Just the two of us. We even slept together. She helped me brush my teeth and wash my face. When I needed to use the restroom, she even offered to help me take off my pants."

He used these half-truths to get under Brett's skin. That's how they operated, hurting each other.

A chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Didn't expect your spirits to be so high."

Casey shot back, "Of course I'm fine, especially with someone taking care of me."

"Izabella only took care of you because of your pretty face. You were fresh out of the orphanage when you had the accident. Izabella loves neither you nor me, but a guy named Ryker. She's with you because you remind her of him. Bet she stares off into space when she's with you, right?"

Brett's words cut deep, and Casey wanted to retort, but he felt as if someone was choking him, making it hard for him to breathe.

But Brett wasn't done. He knew that when people were hurt, both physically and mentally, they were the most vulnerable.

Brett never claimed to be a good guy, and he never intended to be one. He was a businessman, a crafty one.

He saw Izabella as a priceless treasure, and he wouldn't let go easily.

The only silver lining was that he knew Izabella better than anyone.

"Do you know why Izabella named her corporation the Maple Group? Maple is Ryker’s favorite tree."

The name "Ryker" was a double-edged sword for both of them. Brett had hurt Casey, but he was hurting too.

Casey didn't know when Brett hung up, as his mind was filled with Brett's words and the look in Izabella's eyes when they were together.

From the moment he left the orphanage, he knew he'd been living in denial.