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

managed to get ten minutes from Mr. Davis!"

I'm sorry. It's my fault for bringing this mess to the

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

now, you're still thinking about

at him. "I brought trouble to

you won't fix anything. Lie down," Brent said. "Let the nurse change your

point of changing the dressing? I'd rather die. Dad, being in Kelvin's hands, I

looked like he wanted to say something but held back. He waved the nurse over. Isabella's wound was

pinky finger, bloody and

removed the gauze, the scab stuck to it,

nurse, "Be gentle, slower! Do you even know what

rolled down

look." Brent got even angrier, "My

flustered, didn't know what

crying from the pain; I'm touched," Isabella said, her

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

her, and he felt

had been tormented by the

no longer cared about life or death, thinking

words, or warnings mattered to her; she

warmth and fatherly love moved

child, you're my daughter. If I don't care about you, who will I care

"Stop talking and let the

had ten

no

forehead covered in

the nurse said, relieved. "The dressing

back on the tray, ready to

in

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

nurse's body went

unable to react