Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 297

Animals were sentient beings. The firefighter looked somewhat stunned at the blood-soaked cat. The cat's front claws were entirely stained with blood, and one could even see the white bones inside. However, it seemed as though the cat felt no pain, as it sorrowfully dug through the rubble.

Many people who witnessed this scene already had a lump in their throats.

At that moment, Niki, the cat who had been frantically scratching the ground, suddenly froze.

It was a hand. A hand still wearing the bracelet Brett had gifted years ago. The diamond-set lock on it had lost its original luster, covered in blood and ash.

"Meow..." Niki nudged the hand with its head, as if wanting to be petted one last time, but the hand could no longer rise.

Niki licked her finger, which had no nails, and then tremblingly lifted her front paw, which already revealed the bones, to reach for the pendant on the wrist. Then she grabbed it with her mouth, intending to drag the person out.

But the strength of a cat was too small, and coupled with its injuries, it didn't have much energy left. It could only cry out helplessly, with its blue eyes filled with tears.

"There's someone here." The firefighter rushed over immediately.

Niki hissed, acting defensive, showing its teeth at the firefighters, not letting them get close. It was only a cat, not as tall and strong as a human, and could easily be crushed under a person's foot. It was scared of the towering firefighters, but it was even more afraid of losing its important owner. So it had to protect the person behind it.

The firefighter approached and said, "Little kitty, we need to get the person trapped inside out."

"Meow." Niki seemed to understand, feeling that these people meant no harm. It looked back at the hand behind it, its eyes already wet. It limped to the side, watching attentively.

The firefighter began to remove the wooden planks and rocks on top. When they saw the woman underneath, even the fire chief, who had seen many dead bodies, was taken aback. Everyone frowned and carefully lifted the woman out.

The medical personnel that came with them checked her and after a while, shook their heads.

"She's gone. She's dead."

"Impossible!" Brett had just arrived when he heard this. His face slowly turned pale. Already pale and sickly, his face now lost all color. "She can't be dead! Get out of my way!"

The firefighters and medical personnel were startled by this sudden outburst, and after exchanging glances, they understood and stepped aside to make room.

A cold wind blew in his face, making him shudder. He stood outside, surrounded by the sound of sirens, but Brett felt a profound silence, so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.

He staggered forward, each step causing a pang in his heart. It was as if a hand was squeezing and tearing his heart apart, causing him to clutch his chest in pain.

He could hypnotize himself that Izabella wasn't dead, that the woman who had stopped breathing in the rubble might not be Izabella.

The woman had extensive burns; her bare feet were charred black by the fire. Brett's gaze moved slowly from the woman's feet to her hands, the bracelet on her wrist, and then her face, half of which was disfigured.

Reality was cruel. When he saw the person whose limbs were distorted by fire, he could fool himself. If the face was also similarly burnt and became unrecognizable, then the person lying there definitely wasn't Izabella.

But now her face was wiped clean, half as pale as paper, the other half bloody and mangled.

He had once seen a punishment where a scalding hot iron was pressed against the face, and Izabella's half-face looked just the same.