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

see you! I managed to get ten

sorry. It's my fault for bringing

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

still thinking about

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

down," Brent said. "Let the nurse change your

the point of changing the dressing? I'd rather die.

to say something but held back. He waved the nurse

length of a pinky finger, bloody and

scab stuck to it, making Isabella

scolding the nurse, "Be gentle, slower! Do you even know

down Isabella's

even angrier, "My daughter is crying from the

didn't know what to

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

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

concerned for her, and

been tormented by the poison and lived in constant fear

or death,

of punishment, harsh words, or warnings mattered to

warmth and fatherly love

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

let the nurse finish! Time

had

was no time

her forehead covered in

said,

nurse put the tools back on the

in this room for

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

nurse's body went

to react to what had just