Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 103

Looking back, it wasn't that Amelia never got mad before, it's just that her bottom line hadn't been crossed.

Amelia went to Izabella's room first. Since Izabella had just received a sedative, Amelia didn't dare to disturb her and could only check on her from outside the door.

The nurse taking care of Izabella saw her and whispered, "Hello, Dr. Amelia."

Amelia waved at her to come out, and asked, "How is she doing now?"

"She's asleep after the sedative injection."

Amelia thought for a moment, "Take good care of her and let me know if anything happens."

The nurse nodded and agreed, "Okay."

"You can go back in."

After the nurse went back in, Amelia turned her gaze to the room across the hall, her eyes dimmed.

After Brett took Kaley back to her room, he couldn't help but step out again. He stood in the corridor, the lights from the ceiling casting a long shadow. He lowered his head, his face dark and brooding.

Izabella's screams lingered in his ears, and for the first time in the face of such a situation, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to stay and take care of Izabella, but he was driven out by the doctors and nurses in the room.

Now, he could only stand in the hallway and stare at the tightly closed door.

When the doctor came out, he stepped forward and asked, "What the hell happened to Izabella?"

"I'd like to ask you what you said that provoked her."

Brett thought about what he had said to Kaley before and remained silent.

"It's best to see a psychiatrist tomorrow." Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What do you mean?"

"She's mentally damaged. A professional psychologist can help her avoid depression."

Brett swallowed hard, feeling a suffocating pressure on his chest, unable to breathe.

However, after a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, Brett asked hoarsely, "If she gets depression, will she be okay?"

The doctor glanced at him indifferently and said, "Yes, but it's difficult to fully recover. We need a specialist in this field." He paused and fearing that Brett might not realize the seriousness of the situation, he emphasized again.

"Depression is not like other illnesses, the mortality rate for depression is quite high."

After hearing this, Brett decided to find a specialist to check on Izabella tomorrow.

After the doctor left, Brett returned to Kaley's room.

"Is Izabella alright?"

Brett shook his head, but Kaley thought he meant she was fine. She sighed with relief, "That's good, I was worried that something would happen to her because of me."

Brett didn't explain, only glanced at Kaley's ankle, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I dodged in time when Izabella lunged at me, so she didn't hurt me. Don't be mad at her, she's pitiful enough."

Brett didn't speak, and the room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The half-open door was suddenly pushed open, making a loud noise. Kaley looked up in surprise and saw a young female doctor coming in.

Brett recognized her as Amelia, Izabella's attending physician. He should have asked her about Izabella's condition, but remembering what she had said before, he felt an inexplicable fear facing her.

Amelia glanced at him coldly before slowly turning her gaze to Kaley. Strangely, her face had no expression, but her eyes seemed to be cold enough to freeze a person.

Kaley was suddenly anxious and involuntarily leaned towards the corner.

Amelia's eyes were cold, but they didn't affect her scrutinizing gaze on Kaley. Her sharp eyes seemed to be able to tear off Kaley's clothes and see her deepest secrets.

"So, you're his mistress?"