Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 251

Janet sighed and said with a hypocritical expression on her face, "Madam, 25 is the best age for a woman to have a baby. You must have seen how many single amazing women there are in our company, naturally, a lot of them want to get into President Windham's bed. If you don't have a child by your side now, I'm afraid some other woman might get there first, and you'll end up losing out."

Izabella's face remained calm, but she couldn't help frowning at the end, feeling nauseous inside.

What era is it now, and how can there still be people saying things like using a child to secure one's status?

Izabella propped her chin on her hand and watched Janet's performance, trying to figure out her motive for urging her to have a child.

"So, do you want to get into Brett's bed?"

"Madam, you're overthinking it. I'm just President Windham's secretary, and I'm telling you all this because I hope you and President Windham can have a good life together. After all, you've been married for so many years without a child, who knows if there's a reason why. But madam, seeing that you're looking pale and taking so many medications, maybe you should get yourself checked at the hospital," Janet explained, wearing a look of concern and shyness, making people wonder.

Izabella stopped enjoying the drama: "I don't need an outsider to worry about my own affairs. Besides, I know that if something is truly mine, no one else can take it away, and if it's not mine, there's no point in keeping it. However, you're right about one thing - there are quite a few people in this company with ulterior motives, and it might be time for a cleanup."

On the word cleanup, Izabella's tone became a bit heavier, but Janet didn't take it seriously. After all, Izabella was just a housewife; could she really have any say in the Windham Group?

At this moment, there was some commotion outside. Janet glanced over and her face changed slightly: "President Windham."

"Why are you here today?" Brett looked a bit tired, but he couldn't hide the pleasure in the corner of his mouth.

Hearing that Izabella had come to bring him lunch, he immediately called a break to the meeting and happily came back.

Brett ignored the presence of the other person in the office, and as soon as he entered, he asked Izabella with a tone of pleasant surprise.

Izabella pointed to the thermos on the side and said, "Hurry up and eat. If I don't come to bring you lunch, you'll definitely forget again. Being hungry for a long time will only lead to stomach problems. Do you want to suffer like me?"

Izabella has stomach cancer but she didn’t know and has been vomiting and unable to eat for the past few days. The doctor came to the villa to treat her, but the stomach pain could not be eased. She even vomited blood, but the doctor found that it was a severe stomach ulcer after examining her. If she didn't have the test results, she would have thought she had stomach cancer and was about to die.

She knows the pain of stomach disease, so she doesn't want Brett to suffer like her.

Brett's eyes seemed to be obscured by something, and he looked a little dim. He held Izabella's hand tightly, and even in the summer, her hand was still cold.

"Can you come and bring me food every day? I will definitely eat well if you bring it." Then they could go home together after work, how wonderful it was.

"You are thinking too much." Izabella glanced at him sideways, but her lips curled slightly.

Brett saw her expression and knew that the matter was settled.

"We will go home together this afternoon."

"Okay."

Brett opened the insulated container, and steam rose from the hot soup.

He took a sip of it first. "Where's Liam?" Izabella asked.

"He went to take care of some things," Brett said, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he thought of what Liam had just told him.

He stared at Janet, who was still standing by their side. "What are you doing here?"

Janet quickly shook her head, knowing that staying here would be detrimental to her. She said to Izabella, "Madam, I'll go out first. If you need anything, you can call me."

This statement was faultless, and Izabella nodded. She watched Janet's departing back with her chin held up until it disappeared from view behind the wall, and her gaze still lingered outside. She was thinking about what Janet had told her, 'child', 'pregnant', 'go to the hospital for a checkup.'

Janet couldn't have suddenly said these things to her, and her interruption was too abrupt, as if she was in a hurry to complete a task and had to say these things.

What was her purpose?

Brett ate two mouthfuls of rice and saw that Izabella was still staring outside, her thoughts entirely elsewhere.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm just looking at the female employees' attire in your company. I'm wondering if I would have to dress like her if I worked for you."

"What is she wearing?"

For a moment, the two of them had nothing to say. Brett was busy with work and rarely paid attention to who was dressed in what, and those people who didn't matter to him, he didn't even bother to remember their appearance, let alone their clothes.

After thinking for a while, he finally had a slight impression. The professional suit that Janet was wearing seemed to be a short skirt, and it was more like a kinky temptation than a professional suit.

Brett was very clever and immediately understood that Izabella was jealous. The more she cared about these things, the happier he was.

But then he thought of something else, his face turning serious.

Was Izabella misunderstanding him and the secretary flirting? He remained calm and answered Izabella's question, "If you really want to dress up, you should dress up for me to see. I'll handle the people in the company." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After Brett finished speaking, he began to eat heartily. His phone was on the table, and messages kept popping up. Izabella glanced at it, then shifted her gaze back to Brett.

The office was air-conditioned, and Brett was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned, rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms. Even his eating movements were elegant, making him pleasing to the eye.

On the other side, Liam was in the assistant's office, pulling up the front desk monitor. The image on the screen showed Izabella walking in with the insulated container, and the front desk receptionist, Madeline, casually chatting with her, her eyes full of contempt.

In addition, she was disrespectful to Izabella, so Liam edited the video and sent it to the HR manager: "Fire her."

The HR manager was pretty baffled at first, like why did Liam need to fire a small receptionist?! But after watching the video, especially hearing Liam's last words "Ma’am," he suddenly got the message and personally went to the front desk to fire Madeline.

Madeline was feeling uneasy at the front desk, hoping against hope that Izabella would forgive her magnanimously after her views on her had completely changed.

But in the end, she couldn't escape the fate of being fired. Madeline was filled with regret, hatred, and intense jealousy. She was just impulsive and never expected that the president's wife would be so petty and actually fire her.

Feeling indignant, Madeline wanted to continue arguing, tearfully and shamefully saying to Mr. Warren, "Mr. Warren, I didn't know she was the president's wife. I was wrong. I apologized to her, can you give me another chance?"

Mr. Warren frowned, "Seems like you still don't know where you went wrong. You drove away all the guests, and today it was the president's wife. Have you ever thought about what if the person you drove away was here to discuss a cooperative project? Do you know how much money is involved in any of our company's projects?"

Madeline pursed her lips, realizing her big mistake.

"You are the receptionist we hired, not the boss. You have no right to drive people away with that attitude. Firing you is already the lightest punishment."

For making such a mistake, at best she would be fired, and at worst she would be blacklisted in the industry, with a bleak future.

Madeline's face turned pale.

"Anything else to say?"

"I..." Madeline was anxious and guilty, her eyes filled with tears, looking hurt. In the end, she lowered her head and resigned herself to fate.

"Go to HR to get your salary."

"Uh..." Madeline choked and left in embarrassment after tidying up her desk.

Izabella didn't know about what happened at the front desk. She was taking a look around the president's office. The decoration style was simple, mostly in cold white and gray, spacious, and bright.

There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and Izabella walked over and watched the crowds coming and going downstairs.

Below the window was a fountain, the water shimmering under the sunlight.

Brett started working after lunch, and the quiet office was filled with the sound of typing.

After a while, he stopped. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. He was highly concentrating on working, but long hours of working took a toll on him.

At that moment, a gentle hand pressed on his temples, the fatigue disappearing instantly. Brett sighed in relief.

"How's your hand?"

"Fine," Izabella answered while massaging him.

Brett closed his eyes and rested for five minutes, feeling refreshed. He glanced at his phone. It was two-thirty in the afternoon on May 15th.

He realized that in six days, it would be Izabella's birthday. He had never celebrated with her before, and he wanted to make it special this time.

But what should he give her as a present? He knew little about Izabella's preferences.

For jewelry, he only bought her a ring before, but now her hand was injured, so it wasn't convenient to wear a ring.

What about a necklace? Brett stared at Izabella's smooth neck, and her conservative attire didn't even reveal her collarbone.

Brett couldn't help but think of that video, the sharp blade passing through her collarbone, and the chain circling her neck like a necklace.

His thin lips tightened, his face slightly pale.