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.

"It's you. Why are you

managed to get

I'm sorry. It's my fault

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

still thinking about us,"

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

Lie down," Brent said. "Let the nurse

rather die. Dad, being in Kelvin's hands, I realized how hard

something but held back. He waved the nurse over. Isabella's wound

a pinky finger, bloody and wrapped in

the gauze, the scab stuck

a pained expression, constantly scolding the nurse,

rolled down

even angrier, "My daughter is crying from the

nurse, flustered, didn't know what to

not crying from the pain;

where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience

of her mistake and the disaster it brought to the Mitchell family. She thought Brent would scold her or beg her to reveal

her, and he felt sorry

time, Isabella had been tormented by the poison and lived in constant fear

or death, thinking

punishment, harsh words, or warnings

and fatherly love moved

If I don't care

"Stop talking and let the nurse finish!

only had

was no time

her forehead covered

nurse said, relieved.

tools back on the tray, ready to

stay in this room

just as the nurse lowered her head, Brent's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

body went limp and

was stunned, unable to react to what