Chapter 91
Chapter 91
In an instant, Izabella felt like she was plunged into an abyss, her heart filled with countless fears.
She was so scared. This man never believed her, what else could she do?
At this moment, she could no longer care about anything else and wanted to tell Brett directly that she was pregnant.
"You can't treat me like this, I..."
As Izabella shook her head and backed away, she felt her feet suddenly go empty before she could finish her sentence.
If her body were still healthy, maybe she could have stood their ground, but she couldn't now.
Suddenly leaning back, she reached out to grab something, Brett was so close yet so far away.
For four years, she had been trying to hold on to him, but had she ever succeeded?
Her mind went blank, and Izabella fell on the stairs, uncontrollably rolling downward.
Letting out a sharp and miserable scream, her vision spun, and the back of her head slammed hard onto the cold floor.
A cramping pain came from her abdomen, as if her internal organs were dislocated from the fall. Izabella's whole body trembled, wave after wave of pain hit her, and she felt something important inside her slowly fading away.
Brett stood on the second floor, his clenched hands trembling constantly as his anger-filled brain finally cleared.
Why was Izabella bleeding so much? Kaley hadn't been this serious when she fell from here.
Without time to think, Brett quickly rushed downstairs, picked up Izabella, his chest invaded by fear, his hands shaking.
The severe pain in her abdomen made her delirious. She lay limp in his arms, her face pale, staring blankly at his face. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
"B-re-tt--" Izabella moaned his name in pain, her trembling voice filled with sorrow.
She slowly opened her mouth and bit down on Brett's shirt by his chest.
Brett's legs trembled as he staggered to the garage, placed Izabella in the back seat of the car, and frantically pulled out the seatbelt to secure her body.
"Izabella, hold on. I'll take you to the hospital."
Izabella couldn't hear any sound, she felt so much pain and cold, she stared blankly at the pigeons outside the window.
Izabella's hand was still on her abdomen, trying to feel the movement of the lively life inside, but she couldn't feel it no matter what.
Brett got into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and quickly called for an ambulance, confirming the route the ambulance would take, and honking his horn all the way.
Brett looked at the route ahead while also glancing at Izabella in the rearview mirror. Her face was already pale, but now it was as white as paper.
Brett felt like he was going crazy. His eyes were bloodshot, gritting his teeth, he growled, "Izabella, what the hell is wrong with you? What are you hiding from me?"