Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 542

The phone offered nothing but an emotionless automated message.

Before Casey could even react, his phone had tumbled from the bed to the ground. It fell from such a height, landing on its corner, and the screen splintered into a small crack that spread like a spiderweb, blurring the image of Izabella's face on the lock screen.

His assistant quickly scooped up the phone to hand it back to Casey, but as he straightened up, he saw Casey attempting to rise from the bed.

Still weak, Casey felt world spun and his legs tingled with numbness, sending him crashing to the floor like a boneless serpent.

In just a few seconds, a sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.

The assistant hurried to his side. Casey had lost a lot of weight recently; tall but not heavy, he was easily hoisted up with one hand. The assistant tried to guide him back to bed, but Casey insisted on leaving, his steps shaky and unsteady.

"Mr. Dempsey, you can't be discharged yet. The doctor said you have acute gastroenteritis, and they found traces of knockout drops in your blood. If you leave now and it gets worse, you'll just end up back in the hospital, and it won't be as simple as an ordinary stay."

As the assistant’s voice trailed off, Casey froze at once, “You said there are knockout drops in my blood?”

The assistant nodded.

Casey’s face turned even grim; his mind raced with images from the day, from waking up to being admitted to the hospital, like a carousel of memories that stopped at the moment Izabella had stood at the door that morning and said, "Casey, goodbye."

It wasn't “see you later”; it was goodbye. She hadn't said see you later because she wasn't planning on it.

Izabella had said a lot when she sent him off that day. She told him to eat well, to sleep well, to rest - she cared for him, but she was also preparing for a departure, because she knew she wouldn't be there to remind him every day.

She spilled out her words in one breath, giving Casey no chance to respond.

The knockout drops must have been in the breakfast Izabella prepared, her exit meticulously planned while he was lost in thoughts of their future.

People didn't just up and leave; there was always a buildup, something he must've been oblivious to.

"I have to go back; something might have happened to her."

"Mrs. Dempsey is in trouble?"

Everyone at the company knew about Casey and Izabella's marriage, so the assistant had long since started referring to "Ms. Salotti" as "Mrs. Dempsey".

Casey's face was frantic; he had to go back. Izabella had left him - what was he supposed to do? He had promised to protect her for life.

He couldn't hear anything around him; his sole focus was on getting out, his hand still attached to an IV.

The nurses outside rushed in upon hearing the commotion.

When they learned that Casey was desperate to leave, they tried to persuade him, "You can't be discharged yet; there's still a bag of IV fluids to finish. Just relax and you can leave in the morning."

Through gritted teeth, Casey insisted, "I have to go back!"

When the nurses couldn't change his mind, they called the doctor, who also couldn't deter him from leaving.

"If you're going to leave, keep the IV in until it's finished; then you can remove the needle," the doctor tried to look out for Casey's health to avoid a more serious condition.

This time, Casey nodded in agreement.

The assistant called a driver and accompanied Casey back home, holding the IV bag, which dripped slowly into his vein. Even at full flow, the small bag would take over half an hour to empty.

Casey, one-handedly, kept dialing and texting Izabella, his fingers growing stiff from half an hour’s effort without a single reply.