Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 324

Brett watched the car drive off into the distance, and suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. How could there be such similar eyes in the world? Even the way she looked at him was exactly like in his dreams, making it unbearable to think about.

Liam, panting, ran up to him. "President Windham, what's wrong?"

Brett mumbled, "I just saw Izabella."

Liam paused for a moment, recalling the scene. "You mean the woman who just got into the elevator was Izabella?"

Brett didn't respond, but his silence was an agreement.

The woman who entered the elevator had her face covered tightly with a mask, leaving only her eyes exposed. Liam didn't know how Brett could recognize Izabella from just her eyes.

Besides, Izabella had died three years ago, burned to death on a snowy Christmas day. They all knew it.

"She's been dead for three years. It's impossible for you to see her."

Of course, he knew Izabella was dead. He was the one who placed her body in the crystal coffin. He had tested 76 DNA samples, each proving it was her, both real and cruel.

But just now, in the glimpse he caught in the elevator, he felt as if Izabella had returned. Looking at those eyes, he couldn't help but think of the painful three years he had been through since her death.

Every night he would dream of their past, seeing her struggle in pain in the operating room, the stillborn baby being cut out of her, her twisted broken legs after the car accident, and her struggle

before death leaning against the window in the fire... These were all reminders of his guilt.

Liam would occasionally remind him that it was all in the past, but only he knew it wasn't...

Izabella had punished him by having Nathaniel set a fire that killed her.

For the past three years, he had either been guarding a lonely grave or staring at the sea.

As Brett thought about these things, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten. With red eyes, he stood in the street watching the car disappear. The more he longed, the more disappointed he felt. He stood there alone, like a child waiting to be picked up after kindergarten.

"Her eyes looked so much like Izabella's. For a moment, I thought it was her looking at me."

"There are many people in the world who look alike, President Windham. Over the past couple of years, many women who looked like Izabella have been sent your way, but you know they're just lookalikes. They're not her."

Liam always had a way of getting straight to the point.

That was right, none of them were Izabella. At most, they just looked similar... A year ago, Nathaniel had sent a woman who looked somewhat like Izabella, even changing her name to match. So what? They looked alike and had the same name... but they were not her.

Izabella died in despair as a punishment for him.

"If only there were reincarnation and soul possession in this world."

Liam shook his head helplessly. Brett was going crazy again.

"The clients have already arrived upstairs in the private room. They're asking when we'll be there."

Brett turned around, reverting back to his cold and heartless demeanor. But if you looked closely, you could see the fatigue and weariness in his eyes.

Brett went upstairs to discuss the cooperation. In work, he was methodical. It was only in moments like these that he seemed alive.

After finishing work at 5 pm, he returned to the Coconut Island villa, which was decorated according to Izabella's preferences.

Three years was enough time to completely erase a person's existence. No matter how hard he tried to preserve her memory, he couldn't hold onto a trace of her presence.

Even the sofa that Izabella used to love lying on had become strange.

Brett slumped on the sofa, looking at the photo on the coffee table. It was a picture of Izabella that he had searched for a long time.

Her photos were placed in every corner of the room, from childhood to adulthood. There were pictures of her sleeping with her eyes closed on her full moon, drooling adorably on her hundredth day, attending primary school, middle school, high school, and college...

The photos eventually became pictures of the two of them together and then back to just her.

Brett touched the photo, as if he could reach through it and caress Izabella's face. Holding the photo, he talked to himself, "I saw someone today, and her eyes looked so much like yours... like when you were angry and didn't love me..."

"It's been a long time since I've seen you smile, not even in my dreams have you forgiven me." A tear fell on the photo.

Brett quickly took out a tissue and gently wiped the photo, as if handling a fragile treasure.

He hadn't cherished her when she was alive, but now he treasured the lifeless frame.

In the photo, Izabella was wearing a school uniform, her bright smile under the sunlight. At that time, her dimples carried sweet happiness.

He almost forgot that Izabella had once been happy. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Brett touched his jacket pocket and a cigarette fell out. It was given to him by a client earlier, and he had put it in his pocket carelessly. Seeing it now, he suddenly felt like taking a few puffs. He picked it up, rubbing it between his fingers. After a while, he crushed it and threw it into the garbage can.

Izabella didn't like the smell of cigarettes. If he smoked, she probably wouldn't appear in his dreams.

Since Izabella's death, Liam had been in charge of his daily schedule, making sure he ate and reminding him to sleep, afraid that he would ruin his health.

Liam had dinner delivered, two sets of dishes and a soup. Brett ate alone, but set the table for two.

He picked up a piece of fish with a fork, carefully removed the bones, and instinctively placed it in the bowl next to him. "I've taken out the bones. This is your favorite part of the fish..."

He had already extended the fork with the fish when he suddenly came to his senses. The person who loved fish was gone, but some habits were engraved in his memory, and even after three years, he still remembered.

He laughed with his head down, tears flowing from his eyes. He carefully placed the fish in the bowl next to him and picked up another piece to eat.

Chewing slowly and swallowing with tears mixed in, his stomach was filled with bitterness.

In the quiet late night, with nothing to do, Brett couldn't help but think of Izabella, until he felt like vomiting blood.

His mind had been a mess since like two years ago, sometimes going all schizo and acting crazy from time to time...

All the lights in the villa were on 'cause he knew Izabella was scared of the dark, and he hoped she could see the lights waiting for her to come home.

Maybe she'd come back...

The dishes in the kitchen were washed every day, and Brett sat on the couch hugging Izabella's picture frame for a while.

Hearing a noise from the stairs, he looked up.

Besides him, there was also an ugly cat in the villa, and that ugly cat was Niki, the one Izabella used to hold in her arms back in the day.