From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 599 Disguise as a Nurse and Follow Me Out of Here!

"Hold up," the bodyguard said, stopping the servant. "Mr. Davis only gave the green light for Mr. Mitchell. She can't go in."

Brent chimed in, "She's just my servant, bringing some food for Isabella. She needs to eat to get her strength back. We'll be in and out in ten minutes, tops."

"Nope," the bodyguard replied.

"Come on, cut us some slack." Brent slipped a check into the bodyguard's hand, trying to be discreet.

But the bodyguard wasn't having it. "Only you can go in, and you can't bring anything. Ten minutes, not a second more. Starting now!"

Brent's smile faded, frustration creeping into his eyes.

He waved the servant away, feeling annoyed, his brows knitting together. He stood at the ward door, hesitating, not wanting to go in alone.

Just as he was trying to figure out a way to get someone else in, a nurse walked up with a tray.

"Time to change the dressing," the nurse said. "Can I go in?"

The bodyguard shook his head. "Come back in ten minutes; it's not a good time now."

The nurse was about to agree when Brent quickly interjected, "No, it's fine now! Really, it's fine!"

He pulled the nurse to his side. "Go ahead and treat Isabella's wound. I'm just here to see her, nothing secretive."

The bodyguard looked unsure.

But Brent had already opened the door, letting the nurse in first. "As parents, we can't wait for her wounds to heal. We can't delay her treatment."

The bodyguard peeked inside through the crack in the door.

Isabella lay motionless on the bed, looking almost lifeless, as Brent and the nurse approached her.

Then, the door closed.

"Isabella, Isabella?" Brent hurried to her bedside, calling urgently, "Wake up!"

Isabella slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to recognize the familiar face in front of her.

she said weakly. "It's

I managed to get ten minutes from Mr.

It's my fault for bringing this

won't drag you and Mom into this. I did this alone, and Brandon's made it clear he wants to protect you. With him

you're still thinking about

"I brought trouble to this family, Dad. Don't

fix anything. Lie down," Brent said. "Let the nurse

the dressing? I'd rather die. Dad, being in Kelvin's hands, I realized how hard it is to

say something but held back. He waved the nurse over. Isabella's wound was near her

length of a pinky finger, bloody and wrapped

gauze, the scab stuck

pained expression, constantly scolding the nurse, "Be gentle, slower! Do you even know what

rolled down

got even angrier, "My daughter is

flustered, didn't

not crying from the pain; I'm touched," Isabella

is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for

the disaster it brought to the Mitchell family. She thought

Brent was concerned for her, and he

by the poison and

life or

warnings mattered

and fatherly

care about you, who will I

talking and let the nurse

only had ten

was no time

forehead covered in sweat, lying

said, relieved. "The dressing is

tools back on

stay in

the nurse lowered her head, Brent's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and struck the nurse's neck

nurse's body went

to react to what