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.

said weakly. "It's you. Why are you

managed to

"Dad, I'm sorry. It's my fault for bringing this

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

now, you're still thinking about us," Brent

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

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

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

wanted to say something but held back. He waved the nurse over. Isabella's

of a pinky

the scab stuck to it, making Isabella

scolding the nurse, "Be gentle, slower!

down Isabella's

even angrier, "My daughter is crying from

nurse, flustered, didn't

pain; I'm touched," Isabella said,

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

was concerned for her, and

by the poison and lived

no longer cared about life or death, thinking her life

of punishment, harsh words, or warnings mattered to her; she could

warmth and fatherly love moved

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

"Stop talking and let the nurse finish! Time

had

was no time

her forehead covered in sweat,

nurse said,

nurse put the tools back on the tray, ready to

to stay in this room for another

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

body went limp and

to react to what had