Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 92

When a person is in extreme pain, she can't speak. Izabella squinted her eyes and started coughing softly after catching her breath, which made her abdomen hurt even more, making her unbearable.

A mouthful of blood was coughed out, and the bloody plasma mixed with tears rolled into her neck, wetting half of her face and staining her clothes red.

The bloody sight on Izabella's face made Brett's eyes sting, and he recklessly drove forward.

A terrifying premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He could feel that he has lost something very important at this moment.

The ambulance arrived, and Brett immediately pulled over when he saw it.

The ambulance also stopped, and several medical staff brought a stretcher to take Izabella for emergency treatment.

The villa was in chaos, with bloodstains all over the stairs, and Kaley sat on the living room sofa, evoking a cold smirk on her face when she thought of the scene just now.

The little bastard in Izabella's belly is probably gone.

Trista felt a little nervous, she looked at Kaley and asked, "Ms. Cornett, what do we do now?"

"We wait," Kaley commanded Trista after putting away her cold smile. "Clean the blood, it's disgusting. Open the windows for some fresh air."

Trista hesitated for a moment, "Ms. Cornett, about the surveillance camera..." It's her idea, and she was afraid something might go wrong with the monitoring.

"Don't worry, I purposely chose a blind spot, Brett won't find anything."

Trista breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to clean up the bloodstains.

Kaley stared at Trista's retreating figure, her beautiful face gradually became a bit hideous, like a venomous snake.

If the child in Izabella's belly was not Brett's, then there's a good show to watch.

She had heard that miscarriage is very damaging to a woman's body. She wondered if Izabella can survive it?

At the Light of Hope Hospital, Brett followed the ambulance, parked his car, and frantically cought up.

Izabella's face was even paler than before, with an oxygen mask on.

Brett grabbed a nurse and asked, "How is she?"

The nurse tried her best to make her expression calm, but her eyes revealed tension. "She's having a miscarriage, and the situation isn't good. She may..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Brett could imagine it. This was the outcome he never thought would happen.

Izabella was pregnant with his child, and he killed the child with his own hands. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The nurse didn't have time to comfort him, and she hurriedly followed the other medical staff to prepare for the emergency treatment.

In the operating room, Izabella lied on the operating table, panting with difficulty. Each breath she took pulled on her abdomen, as if being slashed by a knife.

Fine cold sweat seeped through her hair, and after a short while, her hair became wet.

She couldn't speak, and with her remaining strength, she squinted her teary eyes. Her breathing depended solely on the oxygen from the mask, but she still felt suffocated, struggling desperately.

"Uh" Izabella became even more pale-faced, her lips lose their original color, and she let out a painful moan from her throat.

She was in so much pain, both physically and mentally, it was unbearable for her.

Outside the operating room, this was Brett's second time signing for surgery. Compared to his first time's fear, he had more experience now and silently hoped that nothing will happen to Izabella.

His palms were cold, soaked with sweat as he constantly glanced at the wall clock.

Amelia was on duty at the hospital today. She happened to pass by the emergency room and suddenly recognizes the man standing at the door. She wasn't sure, so she checked her phone for a photo, confirming that it was Izabella's husband, Brett.

If he was standing here, who would be the person receiving emergency treatment inside?

Amelia checked at the nurse's station, using the computer to search for Izabella's information.

As expected, the latest record showed a miscarriage accident.

She promised Presley to take good care of Izabella at the hospital. She couldn't just wait outside and do nothing.

Amelia quickly headed to disinfect herself and changed into a surgical gown.

Brett saw a female doctor entering the emergency room, clenching his fist, his heart pounding with unease.