Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 495

As time goes by, those painful wounds you thought would never heal start to fade away. But this isn't forgiveness, it's acceptance.

No one can live in resentment forever, it's just too draining.

Izabella hadn't expected Brett to show up, let alone take a bullet for her.

Brett was rushed to the hospital, while Casey and Izabella were taken separately to be tested for potential viral infection.

Izabella's face was as pale as snow, her hands as cold as ice. Casey held her icy hand, "He'll be alright."

"I'm not worried about him." Izabella bowed her head, holding back the sting in her eyes.

Old folks often said that troublemakers linger for a thousand years, and Brett was a troublemaker of the first order. His fate had nothing to do with her.

But she didn't want Brett to die this way, because then she'd be forced to remember him. She wanted to forget him completely, as if he'd never existed.

"I hate him, I really hate him."

Casey pulled her into a hug, his voice hoarse but gentle, "I know, Bella. You don't have to force yourself to hate anyone. You can choose to let go. You haven't wronged anyone."

Brett lay on the operating table, an oxygen mask strapped to his face. His heartbeat monitor showed just how weak he was.

Brett hated hospitals, hated the smell of antiseptic. Even when in agonizing pain, he'd rather suffer at home than step foot in a hospital.

Now, he lay there, weak and helpless. His face was paler than ever, fragile as porcelain, as if he'd shatter at the slightest touch.

Time seemed to slow down. Izabella kept glancing at the clock on the wall, checking every minute or two.

Brett's condition was critical. Upon hearing the news, Liam and several shareholders from the company rushed over, as did Mr. and Mrs. Dempsey.

Casey and Izabella were quarantined, waiting for their test results. As for Brett, they could only get updates from the nurses.

Brett was still unconscious, his condition not improving. Twice in six hours, he'd been issued a critical condition notice, prompting continuous resuscitation.

At one point, he woke up briefly. He asked Liam to sign any necessary documents on his behalf, whether it was a critical condition notice or a death certificate.

Moreover, if he survived, he didn't want Izabella to know about his lung cancer.