Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 271

Izabella said in a very low voice, "When you told me that this child was an accident and should never have been born, I think it's you who shouldn't have come into this world. Your mother should have killed you in her womb, or taken you away with her when she died."

"You're selfish and self-serving. You deserved to lose your parents and to be unloved!"

Words can express love, but it can be just as sharp when hurting someone, like a knife that can leave a person full of holes.

Two people who used to love each other so much are now hurting each other with the most vicious words.

Brett was taking deep breaths, trying hard to calm his emotions, but it was no use, his blood seemed to have frozen, and the suppressed emotion couldn’t be released.

If anyone else dared to speak to him like this, he would have slapped them half to death by now.

The death of his parents was his eternal wound. Even after so many years, the wounds have scabbed over, but even a casual thought would cause him to feel a spasm of pain. Especially when Izabella spoke so sharply.

Izabella knew that Brett's parents died in a car accident, but what she didn't know was that Brett was also in the car at the time of the accident. His parents in the back seat held him tightly in their arms, allowing him to escape death.

In that narrow space, for a long two hours, the car was filled with a desperate smell of blood, he was crushed and had difficulty breathing, passing out and waking up again, only to see the horrible sight of his parents' death.

Faces stained with blood, pale as paper, those two bodies that protected him, turning from warm to cold, drops of blood fell on his face and solidified in the wind.

What was originally a hot summer turned into a bitter winter, so cold that it made people lose their sanity.

Brett's face was ashen, looking a little scary. Izabella looked straight at him fearlessly, not even blinking.

In the end, it was Brett who gave in first. He was afraid that if he kept staring at her fearless face, he would lose control and choke her.

He quickly glanced around the room to distract himself. The room was small and simple, but very clean. It had a kitchen and a bathroom, just very small.

Izabella had apparently made this place her home in the two months she had been away from him. There was still a smell of cooking in the kitchen.

The living room and the dining room were combined, with no distinction, one table, two stools, and a sofa. From his perspective, he could see her bedroom. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

There were clothes scattered on the floor, probably because she was in a hurry to tidy up but didn't have time.

Overall, it was barely livable.

"You don't seem to have much to pack up, so just come home with me," he said, reaching out to take Izabella's hand, but she dodged back.

"I'm not going back."

Brett was already in turmoil from her earlier words. His eyes instantly darkened, his chest heaving, his neck veins exposed.

"Say that again," Brett's voice remained steady, without a fluctuation, like the calm before a storm.

"I'm not going back." Izabella gave a bitter smile, "That's your home, not mine."

Brett said they were husband and wife, that it was their marital home, but she had never felt the warmth of home there, it was more like a cage imprisoning her.

She was not his wife, just a pet, she could be required to be sterilized and displayed only the last message:

Izabella had always felt the barrier between her and Brett, but she didn't expect the gap to be so large, as if even using a lifetime, the two could never come together. When two people with incompatible worldviews can't be together, it's better to separate. But she underestimated Brett's possessive desire.

"Izabella, I'll only say this once, I have ways to make you come home with me, but I don't want to use violence on you," Brett's voice was icy.

Tears welled up in Izabella's eyes, she held her breath involuntarily. Those words brought a familiar numb and dull pain. Her eyes reddened, and there was a bitterness in her throat. She struggled to hold back, forcing a smile, her voice filled with sobbing, looking rather ugly.

"So this is your true face, Brett?"

"I must have really put you out, having lost my memory for so long, forcing you to put on such an act."

"Look at you, saying that you love me so much, yet you're the one who hurts me the most, not sparing a single harsh word."

"Brett, I've been gone for over two months, have you ever truly cared about me? Were you worried that I would have an accident on the road, or that someone would bully me? Did you worry whether I had medicine if my stomach ailment flared up, or whether I might vomit blood from the pain in the middle of the night?"

Brett's lips formed a straight line, his eyes flickered but he said nothing.

Izabella forced out a sentence from her throat, answering for him, "You didn't, you were just thinking about how to get rid of my child, or hoping that the baby would disappear due to the bumpy journey. You probably didn't expect my child to live to four months, he's even very healthy and can move."

"You're right, these past two months, I've been thinking about how to get rid of the child!" Brett was so angry he wasn't listening to anything. Since Izabella refused to go with him, he decided to use force, even if it meant kidnapping her.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed Izabella's throat, Izabella's body tilted back due to the momentum, and she was scared to death, like a stranded fish, subconsciously protecting her belly with both hands in the face of danger.

Brett easily caught her waist, even pregnant her waist was still so small. There was a slight bulge in her belly, Brett unconsciously softened his action when he touched her belly. Wrapping one arm around her waist and clutching her throat with the other hand, he pulled her out.

Bodyguards in suits and leather shoes had been standing at the door for a while. One of them held a box. When they saw Brett bring Izabella out, they immediately surrounded her and controlled Izabella's squirming body.

The bodyguard opened the box quickly, it contained several drugs. He prepared the syringe and grabbed Izabella's wrist tightly.

Izabella had no time to react. Her chin was tightly grabbed, and she couldn't make a sound. She could only watch as the bodyguard inserted the needle into her arm.