Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 95

Izabella's eyelashes quivered slightly. Though it was barely noticeable, Amelia saw it and knew she was listening.

"Izabella, think about Presley. If something happens to you, he'd be devastated. He's already specializing in cancer research just to save you. So many people haven't given up on you, so don't give up on yourself."

Amelia tried to keep Izabella from losing consciousness. Seeing the tear stains at the corner of her eyes, Amelia felt a pang in her heart.

Fortunately, she noticed Izabella's massive bleeding in time to have someone replace a blood match. Any later, and it might not have been just a close call.

Amelia took a deep breath, her nostrils filled with the scent of disinfectant and blood. Now, all she could do was wait for the person who was going to donate blood to arrive.

Brett was also waiting. He kept glancing at the operating room door and checking the time. Unable to bear it any longer, he sent a message to Kaley, asking where she was.

His heart was in turmoil. When Kaley replied, his anxiety eased for a moment, but soon, it returned.

Kaley looked at the messages on her phone. Just reading the words made her realize how worried Brett must be.

Why did Brett fall in love with Izabella?

Perhaps not even Brett himself knew the answer.

Was it love that grew over time? The fact that she stayed by Brett's side for so long might be the answer.

Kaley clutched her phone, her expression suddenly turning deep and solemn. She thought, "Letting Izabella get away with a divorce like this would be too easy. She must pay a painful price for occupying the position that should have been mine for four years!"

As she approached the hospital, Kaley called Brett. When she got out of the car, she saw him waiting, so she put on a fake worried expression.

"How is Izabella now?"

Brett shook his head. "I'm sorry you had to come."

"It's fine. Izabella saved me once too. I'm just returning the favor." This was also a reminder to Brett that after donating her blood to save Izabella, she wouldn't owe her anymore.

Brett looked at the wounds on Kaley's legs, feeling guilty. Despite Izabella having pushed her down the stairs, Kaley had come to the hospital to save her, burying the hatchet. Brett scooped Kaley up. There were so many people in the hospital, his sudden action surprised Kaley, and she felt a little smitten.

Lying in Brett's arms, she shyly said, "Brett, put me down, there are too many people here."

"It's faster this way." Brett sprinted with Kaley in his arms, as if the person he was holding was dying.

Kaley's heart suddenly sank at this moment. Seeing Brett's tense jaw, she knew all his worries were for Izabella.

Brett went straight to the blood-drawing room and told the nurse, "The person is here, no need to check."

"Sit here, I'll draw blood right away."

Despite Brett saying no need for testing, the nurse went ahead and checked. After confirming that the blood type was correct and free of any diseases, they took a total of 500ml. Kaley felt dizzy and leaned against the chair, feeling uncomfortable.

Soon after the blood was drawn, the nurse hurriedly sent it to the emergency room.

Izabella received the blood just in time. If it had been five minutes later, she would have slipped into a coma.

"Brett, I'm a bit dizzy and uncomfortable," Kaley said, experiencing the after-effects of blood donation.

Brett was worried about Izabella's condition, but he couldn't ignore Kaley either. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately decided to stay by her side.

Brett booked two hospital rooms next to each other for convenience. After Trista paid the fees, he carried Kaley to the room.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Kaley replied weakly, then added, "You can go check on Izabella. Trista is here with me."

Since Kaley had said so, Brett stopped hesitating, took out a bank card from his wallet, and gave it to Trista. "Take care of Kaley. If you need anything, just tell the nurse, and use the card freely."

Trista took the card, and after Brett left, asked Kaley, "Why did you let President Windham go? Don't you want him to stay with you?" She believed if Kaley had asked, Brett would have stayed without question.

"I do, but the more generous I act now, the guiltier Brett will feel, and the more petty Izabella will seem."

Feeling tired, Kaley lay on the bed, unable to muster any energy.

When Brett hurried back to the emergency room, Izabella was just being wheeled out, covered in a thin blanket with only her pale face exposed, her beautiful eyes closed tightly.

"How is she?" he asked.

The female doctor looked at him with a mix of emotions, rendering Brett a little dumbfounded.

"Are you her husband?" she asked scornfully.

Brett didn't have time to think about if she recognized him and just nodded.

"Your wife is in poor health, and after this miscarriage, her body has been severely weakened. I'm afraid she won't be able to get pregnant again." Izabella's early use of contraceptives, combined with her stomach cancer and the miscarriage, had weakened her uterine wall.

Even if she got pregnant again, she would be at high risk of miscarriage. And with her advanced stomach cancer, there wouldn't be time for her to try again.