Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 352

Brett was rushed to the ER, and it took nearly two hours before he was wheeled out with all kinds of tubes attached to him, an oxygen mask on his nose, and a blood oxygen monitor clipped to his finger.

Actually, Liam had always known that Brett's health wasn't great, but he didn't expect it to be this bad, with even his heart having problems.

The attending doctor came out with a stack of medical records for the family to sign.

"His family isn't here. I'm his assistant. Can I sign on their behalf?"

The doctor wiped his fogged-up glasses and said, "His condition is so serious, and his family isn't here?"

Liam was embarrassed to talk about Brett's family situation and could only awkwardly smile. The doctor's expression became solemn, which made Liam worried.

"Can I take a look at this medical record?"

"You can. I'll tell you his specific condition first and then have him sign and fingerprint it when Brett wakes up."

The doctor opened the computer, entered the patient's information, and finally displayed a full screen of CT images.

The doctor flipped to a few pictures of the lungs and then handed Liam a sheet from the middle of the stack.

Liam took it with a heavy heart, looking at the diagnosis on the record, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Doctor, could this be a misdiagnosis?"

The doctor shook his head, his face also heavy, "If you don't believe it, you can wait for him to wake up and have it rechecked. After all, your boss should know his health best. Don't be upset, medical science has advanced, and cancer research has made significant progress. Although it can't be completely cured, as long as he persists in chemotherapy, receives treatment in the hospital, maintains a good mood, and has regular checkups, he can still live for another ten or eight years."

"How long can he live if he doesn't get treatment?" Liam asked, trembling.

The doctor shook his head, "The last untreated patient didn't make it past three years."

Liam clenched the medical record, staring at the big words on it advanced lung cancer.

He knew how long one could live with cancer. Initially, Izabella took her medication on time but still didn't make it past three years.

As for Brett, why did he get lung cancer?

Over the years, Liam had always worried about his health, making sure he ate on time every day. He even considered that he might have stomach cancer but neglected the possibility of lung cancer.

It seemed not so surprising that Brett would get lung cancer. After all, since Izabella's death, he smoked and drank, and the ashtray was never empty.

The doctor suddenly received a call from a patient.

"I have a patient coming in temporarily. Why don't you go to the ward and see your boss first, and when he wakes up, you can call me."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Liam nodded stiffly, holding the medical record, and went to the ward. Only then did he snap back to reality, feeling a chill throughout his body.

He walked to the bedside and looked at Brett's emaciated, pale face and could only think of one thing.

What goes around comes around, and no one can escape it. Izabella's words "live until you die" had tortured him enough, but he didn't expect the worse to come.

The person he had always hoped for had returned, but he was now diagnosed with lung cancer.

Even if it could be cured, he would only live another ten years. Brett was 33 years old, and at 43, he was destined not to grow old with Izabella.

For a man in his thirties, it's the prime time of his career. This age is the golden period, without the immaturity of the twenties, and not as smooth and worldly as the forties. But now, Brett's disease had become his biggest obstacle, possibly insurmountable.

Liam felt heartbroken, regretful and wondered how Brett could have gotten this disease.

Liam sat in the chair, took out his phone to look at something, but didn't know what to look at, just staring blankly at the date on the phone, then looked up at the IV bag hanging above.

Before Patrick Windham died a year ago, he divided his main assets in half, giving half to Nathaniel and half to Brett.

Over the years, the two brothers had been constantly fighting, and Brett, with his fierce and decisive methods, had managed to secure 40% of the shares from various shareholders.

But if these people knew that Brett had lung cancer, what would the situation become?

And...

Liam thought of the doctor's question about the "patient's family."

If something happened to Brett, who would come to sign? Weren't all those people hoping for him to leave?

Liam suddenly felt suffocated. He went out for some fresh air but forgot that this floor was full of critically ill patients, and the oppressive feeling in the air was like a dark cloud pressing down.

From time to time, there were cries and curses from the rooms. Farewells were a common sight in the hospital, and Liam sat by the stairwell for a long time.

He also had cigarettes in his bag, but remembering Brett's illness, he immediately crushed the cigarettes and threw them in the trash.

Liam only sat outside for about five minutes before returning. He handed over his work, ordered some takeout for lunch, and not long after eating. Brett woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he started coughing. He was covered with the hospital's thick blanket, and the air conditioning was on in the room, but he couldn't feel a trace of warmth. All he could feel was the bone-chilling cold coming from deep within.

Every time he coughed, his chest felt tight, his throat itchy and uncomfortable, and his mouth was filled with a salty, bitter taste.

Liam quickly fed Brett the medicine the doctor had prescribed and gave him a few sips of water, and his strong cough gradually subsided.

Brett lay in bed, his eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling. After a while, he regained his energy, but his arm was still being infused, and he insisted on getting up.

Liam quickly grabbed his shoulder to stop him, "What are you trying to do, President Windham?"

"I want to be discharged and find Izabella."

Liam, with a heavy heart and awkwardly said, "You can't be discharged yet. The medicine isn't done yet."

Brett looked at the IV bag that was still more than half full, moved his right hand, and directly pulled out the infusion tube so fast that Liam couldn't react.

"It doesn't matter if it's not finished. I want to leave now."

The word "doesn't matter" coming from his mouth was so ironic. Liam looked at Brett, whose eyes were bloodshot, and his lips muttered, "It's not possible, President Windham. Your life will be in danger."

Brett's body suddenly stiffened, and he still had a dull pain in his chest. He pressed his chest tightly and looked up at Liam's tense, worried, and complicated expression with deep eyes. He felt uneasy inside, and his intuition told him that Liam had not revealed a very important matter to him.

Why would his life be in danger?

This phrase, Liam had been repeating it in his ear for the past three years, reminding him to take care of himself or else he might be in danger. He never took it seriously because his life was already full of pain, and he wished more than anyone else that he could just die. But this time, when he heard Liam say it, he froze, a chill running up his spine in an instant.

"What do you mean?"

Liam couldn't face Brett's questioning tone, avoiding his gaze. After a while, he let go of Brett, opened the drawer, and took out the medical record. He carefully placed it on the quilt. Brett had

seen many such records before, but most of them were Izabella's, and very few were his own.

Brett held the record, reading it over and over again, feeling his body go numb, and his chest feeling like it was being bound by steel wire. When the record got soaked with water, Brett wiped it off and then covered his chest, gasping for breath. The cough that he had just managed to control worsened, and this time the blood didn't stop flowing out of his mouth.

He stared blankly at the sticky blood in his palm, suddenly realizing that he had lung cancer and wouldn't live much longer. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when faced with a breakdown, the body's stress response would automatically kick in. He only felt the pain in his chest, but in reality, it was his lungs that were hurting badly.

Liam quickly called for a doctor, taking a wet tissue to wipe the blood from Brett's mouth and hands. The quilt was stained with blood, turning purple-black when it dried. Brett gasped for air, looking very sick, and the medical staff arrived soon.

Brett closed his eyes in pain, leaning back against the bed, the pain in his chest intensifying, his face twisted. So this was what it felt like to have cancer. He felt as if he had really experienced the pain Izabella had gone through. He remembered the words Izabella had said just a few hours before she left.

"Brett, if you want me to accept your apology, you have to suffer as much as I did, like dying once. Do you dare?"

If it had been two days earlier, when he didn't know Izabella was back, he would have been willing to die. But now, he didn't dare. He couldn't die. Ever since Izabella returned, he no longer wanted to die, really.

You can't always have things go your way. It turned out that not everyone can make up for the consequences of doing something wrong. People can be reborn when they die, but a broken mirror

can't be put back together. Brett coughed violently, his teeth stained with red, his usual arrogant and proud expression gone, his handsome face filled with cold pain.

His eyes stung, and although he stopped the bleeding, he couldn't stop the tears. The tears flowed endlessly, wetting his temples and the pillow beneath them, and he was in extreme pain.

He moved his eyes, looking from the ceiling to the window outside. The foggy weather was like a haze, and at that moment, Brett suddenly remembered the time he and Izabella were together many years ago.

Izabella didn't like the smell of smoke and hated smoking but he always liked to smoke in front of her.

During the four years they were married, Izabella rarely got angry and never yelled at him, but once, when she saw his ashtray full of cigarette butts, she sternly told him not to smoke any more.

That was one of the few times she got angry at him.

Brett hated being controlled by others for his entire life. Even his parents had never controlled him. What gave Izabella the right to boss him around?

He was furious at the time, grabbing the ashtray next to him and throwing it at Izabella, hitting her arm.

The weight of the crystal ashtray was not to be underestimated. Izabella held her arm, looking at him with a hurt expression, her eyes full of tears.

Her hand was obviously very painful, but she still insisted on saying to him, "Smoking is bad for your health. I don't want anything to happen to you..."

From the beginning, Izabella didn't hate the smell of smoke. She just wanted him to stop Smoking because she wanted him to be healthy and safe.