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.

weakly. "It's

to get ten minutes from Mr. Davis!"

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

into this. I did this alone, and Brandon's made

still thinking

brought trouble to this family, Dad. Don't

won't fix anything. Lie down," Brent

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

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

a pinky finger,

the gauze, the scab stuck to it, making Isabella wince

constantly scolding the nurse,

down Isabella's

look." Brent got even angrier, "My

nurse, flustered, didn't know what to

from the pain; I'm

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brought to the Mitchell family. She

her,

Isabella had been tormented by the poison and lived

about life or death, thinking her life was

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

and fatherly love moved

If I don't care about you, who will I care

"Stop talking and let the nurse finish!

only had

no time to

lip, her forehead covered

nurse said, relieved.

the tools back on the

want to stay in this room for

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

nurse's body went limp and fell

stunned, unable to react