Twisted Ties of Love novel 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.

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."