Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 264

Izabella endured a bumpy journey of twenty-four hours from A City to reach a small town. After a simple day of rest, she continued her journey by following the route on the map, stopping and starting like a rabbit, finding one burrow after another.

Two weeks later, she arrived at a village. The place was very vague on the map, so she rented a house near a school.

There were both advantages and disadvantages to living here. The downside was that transportation was not convenient and communication could be a bit challenging since the locals spoke a dialect. But Izabella was adaptable, so she got used to it eventually.

The good sides were that the cost of living was cheap, it wasn't easy for people to find her, and she didn't need any ID to get things done or get a SIM card.

After paying the rent for the house, Izabella went back to her tiny bedroom. The bed was just a wooden plank at the moment, and she needed to buy a mattress and quilt.

The houses in the village weren't great, but the studio apartment she rented was relatively clean, and the floor wasn't damp. With a bit of cleaning up, it would become a stable home.

Izabella didn't have time to rest. That afternoon, she went out to buy kitchen utensils, a bedsheet set, and toiletries, among other things.

There were still many things that hadn't been bought. Izabella bought a mobile phone and got a SIM card. The memo was filled with things she needed to buy, including a refrigerator.

Since she lived alone, she bought small-sized appliances. She had initially planned to buy a washing machine too, but she wasn't sure how long she would stay here.

Thankfully, washing summer clothes wasn't too hard. The luxurious life with servants in the past was long gone, and now she had to do everything by herself.

After Izabella finished making the bed, her stomach growled with hunger. There were no fast food restaurants in the town, so if she wanted to eat, she either had to go to the family restaurant in the town or buy groceries and cook by herself.

She rubbed her belly and went to the town to order a plate of macaroni for lunch. Then she went to the supermarket and bought eggs, milk, bread, a jar of pickles, a bag of flour, and a bag of cereal.

She had no strength in her fingers, so she could only slip the bags onto her arms one by one. When she got back, both of her arms were completely red, with a red mark where they had been constricted. It was very noticeable.

Not only were her hands in pain, but her feet were also killing her. When she finally stopped to rest, the pain shot up from her feet.

Taking off her shoes and socks, Izabella saw that the soles of her feet were red and covered in blood blisters. The bloody pus had stuck to her socks.

Inhaling sharply, her eyes turned red with pain. She gritted her teeth as she carefully peeled the socks off her feet, tearing away the flesh.

Izabella was someone who was very afraid of pain and suffering. She limped to her backpack, took out a bottle of medicine, and sprayed iodine on her wounds. The sting from the iodine shot straight to her brain, and she almost cried from the pain.

She forced herself to endure it. If she couldn't handle this much pain, how would she manage in the future?

With red eyes and a sniffle, Izabella forced the tears back into their corners.

After rushing and escaping for two weeks, Izabella suddenly felt dizzy and overwhelmed. She quickly tidied up a bit and laid on the bed, wrapping herself in a blanket. As soon as she closed her eyes, her brain shut down instantly, and she fell into a deep sleep, as if she had slipped into a coma.

This sleep was very deep but also uneasy because she had been tense throughout the entire car ride. In her dreams, she was constantly escaping and rushing to catch a train. Her head was spinning like being on a swaying boat.

When she woke up again, Izabella instinctively curled up in her bed and reached out her hand, only to be startled awake by the cold.

She had already left Brett.

However, her body subconsciously thought she was still with him. When she woke up, she wanted to cuddle up to him for warmth and listen to his heartbeat.

Her heart felt empty, as if there was room for many things but nothing could fill it.

With a dazed look, Izabella sat up in bed, hugging her legs and resting her head on her knees.

She had secrets buried in her heart, making her uneasy, and her mind was filled with Brett's shadow.

In spite of all his deceit and exploitation, she had hopelessly fallen in love with him.

She felt disgusted with herself for falling for such a man. Who could ever love someone who wanted to abort their child?

Shaking her head, Izabella looked at her phone by the pillow. It was already ten o'clock, and she had slept for a full twelve hours.

She didn't plan on going into town for a meal. She bought some groceries yesterday and would go downstairs later to buy some vegetables to cook herself.

She had a poor stomach condition. Throughout the escape, she constantly vomited into a plastic bag she was holding. While motion sickness was bearable for her, her real discomfort came from feeling as though there was a hand continuously gripping her stomach.

Several times, she almost gave up, but ultimately, she would look at her belly and press on.

For the sake of her stomach, Izabella made some corn porridge and a plate of vegetables.

This was the first time Izabella cooked since losing her memory. The skills she had learned before had been forgotten, but her habits were ingrained in her bones. Without thinking, she whipped up a dish.

With trembling hands, Izabella filled a plate and struggled to wash the pot.

She was trembling badly, unable to hold the spoon steady. With great difficulty, the food she had scooped up fell onto the table. Izabella stared at the food on the table, recalling the scene where Brett fed her carefully.

Tears uncontrollably flowed down her face, falling into the corn porridge in front of her. She hadn't cried while tending to her wounds, but now she couldn't suppress her sadness.

Brett's shadow kept appearing in her mind, and the uncontrollable longing for him was destroying her sanity and tearing her heart apart.