Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 236

Patrick's facial expression did not change much, but his eyes obviously cooled for a moment.

Brett did not want to waste time pleasing his grandpa, he had said that he was not interested in the Windham family's business, his main purpose of coming today was to cause trouble for Nathaniel.

Nathaniel was not too surprised either, he had known for a long time that Brett would not be able to stand it and would come looking for him, he hooked his lips, the corner of his mouth bearing a wicked smile.

"Stay away from my people."

Nathaniel raised his eyes and spoke indifferently, "Is it necessary to come and question me in the middle of the night just for having a meal together? What's yours will remain yours, even if I wanted to, I couldn't take it away, and if it's not yours, naturally you can't hold onto it. Isn't that right, big brother?"

Brett spoke in a deep voice, "Let's talk outside."

Nathaniel stood up.

As soon as the two of them stepped outside, Brett grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, his fist heading towards his face.

Fortunately, Nathaniel dodged quickly. The punch only grazed his cheek, but it still broke his skin and it stung a bit.

Nathaniel frowned at Brett, " You can’t even tolerant that? Then what if your woman betrays you and gets in bed with me, wouldn't you want to..."

Although he knew Nathaniel was deliberately provoking him, he didn't know why, but hearing the word "betray," he felt annoyed.

He did not speak as much as Nathaniel, for people like Nathaniel who have no restraint, fightings are the ultimate argument. His body reacted before his brain could, and he punched Nathaniel in the face.

Caught off guard, Nathaniel hit a tree next to him, breaking off a branch.

A corner of Nathaniel's mouth was bleeding from the punch. Brett was powerful, the punch landing on his face made his head shake and a sense of dizziness surged, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing the sound of the fight, the old butler in the house was a bit shaky. Looking at Patrick who was sitting on the sofa closing his eyes and recharging, he couldn't help but speak up: "Master, Mr. Windham and Mr. Krueger are fighting."

"I know, I'm not deaf."

"The fight seems quite serious, should we send someone to intervene?"

Patrick slightly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing deep in his eyes, "What's there to stop? It's not the first time they've fought, it's quite normal for brothers to quarrel, as long as no one dies, wait for half an hour then go check on them."

The butler thought: Is this what you call a small quarrel?

Patrick knew the temperaments of these two, they often used to fight over the same thing, he hadn't expected that even after seven years they were still the same, seeing this scene made him somewhat nostalgic.

Patrick closed his eyes again to continue resting.

Brett grabbed Nathaniel by the collar, lifting him up, his jaw muscles tense, he sneered menacingly: "Nathaniel, watch your mouth, if you want the Windham family, I can give it to you, but if you covet what I have, I can break your legs!"

Brett was not just making threats, he was the kind to act on his words. Nathaniel, propping up his weakened body, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I have a cleanliness fetish and don't like to pick up things that others have used, but Brett, do you really think you can keep Izabella for a lifetime? If I'm not mistaken, Izabella should be taking anti-cancer medication now, and she seems to have amnesia and doesn't remember anything, you also didn't tell her the truth."

"Are you afraid she'll remember something and leave you?"

Brett's face instantly darkened, "How do you know all this?" He dared not think, if Nathaniel unintentionally told all this to Izabella, would Izabella remember anything.

Ever since Izabella woke up, he had been very careful, creating a pack of lies, avoiding mentioning the past as much as possible, for fear that Izabella would recall everything and leave him.

But now Nathaniel actually knew about it, a savage look flashed across Brett's face, he took a swing again, but this time Nathaniel caught it.

"I know even more." His tone was frivolous, as if deliberately trying to provoke Brett, he stared at Brett and slowly said, "Like the marks on her collarbone where a sharp object has pierced, and the burn on her chest, fingers that have been pierced by steel needles."

Brett seemed to realize something, his pupils contracting violently.

Nathaniel's brown eyes were slightly filled with evil intent, he leaned in close to Brett's ear, "You don't know how heartbroken Izabella was crying under me that day, even thinking about it now makes me itch."

"It was you."