Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 499

Liam held onto the pizza box and just stood there, his gaze lingering on Izabella.

Izabella couldn't ignore him any longer. "What is it?"

Liam hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Ms. Salotti, could you please go check on Mr. Windham? He's awake now."

When Brett had been unconscious, Izabella had peeked at him a few times from the doorway. But since he woke up, she had not visited him once.

Liam had known Brett for a long time. Back when Brett didn't love Izabella, he would often say that Izabella was stubborn. The more he forced her to do something, the more she would resist.

Liam feared that his suggestion might make Izabella resentful.

"Mr. Windham took a bullet for you, after all."

Izabella's brow furrowed, "Alright, I'll go with you to see him."

Liam couldn't hide his joy, but he didn't dare say anything more, fearing it might provoke Izabella to change her mind.

Being sick made people sleep more. When Izabella arrived, Brett was resting with his eyes closed, his arm resting outside the blanket.

For his height, Brett should have looked tall and broad, but there he was, lying on the hospital bed, his hospital gown seeming overly large.

Liam stopped at the door, leaving the room to Izabella.

Izabella approached, looking at Brett's chest. His gown was loose at the neckline, revealing a small patch of skin.

There was a large burn scar that looked like a branding iron had been used, and through the scar, the initial 'B' was faintly visible, covering his entire heart.

Izabella should have held resentment against Brett, but with the passing of time and the sound of the gunshot, all grudges and resentments had vanished.

But this was not forgiveness, it was merely a surrender to time. As Casey had said, if one holds onto hate, the heart gets tired.

She and Brett were never on the same path, their destinies had diverged, and they each had to go their separate ways.

Seeming to sense an extra presence in the room, Brett spoke without opening his eyes, "Liam, pass me the water."

Izabella looked at the cup on the table; the water in it had gone cold. She refilled the cup with hot water, adjusting the temperature to a drinkable level.

"Can you sit up?"

Upon hearing the voice, Brett immediately opened his eyes. He had never imagined that one day Izabella would be standing in front of him, holding a cup of water for him. It felt like a dream.