Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 301

On the seventh day of Izabella's death, the Salotti family in R City was in chaos.

Liam had the police inform the Salotti family about Izabella's death, asking them to come and sign her death certificate and claim her body.

Izabella definitely wouldn't want her body to be treated this way by Brett.

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When Lucas received the call from the J City police, he was dumbfounded. Izabella was dead? How could a menace like her die?

Lucas couldn't believe it. He stood there, stiff as if struck by lightning, holding his phone.

It had been a long time since he had asked about Izabella's whereabouts, so long that he had almost forgotten his only sister.

How old was Izabella?

Lucas never remembered. He only knew that his mother had been dead… for 27 years.

When Izabella was at home, he cursed her with the vilest words. He said she was a menace, that she had killed his mother, and why wasn't she the one who died first!

And now someone called him to tell him.

—"Mr. Salotti, your sister's body is in J City. Please come and claim it. She died in a fire…" The police officer said.

Lucas, like a boneless snake, collapsed on the floor. The pain in his head quickly spread throughout his body, and even the prosthetic on his right wrist was trembling.

He couldn't even stand up, and his vision gradually blurred. Short-term blindness plunged Lucas into helpless fear. Like a scarecrow that had lost its support, he stared blankly with wide eyes, then suddenly laughed and hoarsely muttered, "She's dead, really dead. Good riddance. the curse that killed our parents. I won't claim her body. I never had a sister like that."

Izabella was dead. He should have been happy. It was because of her that his hands were crippled, his parents died, and the Salotti family was in ruins. She should have died long ago.

But why were his eyes wet, his vision blurred, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. It ran down his cheeks to his chin, finally dropping cold on his right prosthetic hand.

Now the sister who he hated had really become a cold corpse.

Lucas didn't know when the call had ended. He sat on the floor dully from afternoon to night and then to dawn. The freezing temperature made his soul tremble.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, with his eyes blurred and swollen.

Ever since he became handicapped, Lucas spent his days moping at home and rarely went out, his face becoming increasingly pale.

The housemaids had gone home for vacation, and the empty house was eerily quiet. So the sudden knocking on the door startled him.

He staggered to his feet, crawling and walking to the door, his whole body practically hanging off the door when he opened it. Looking at the person knocking, Lucas asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Standing outside was Presley, whom he hadn't seen in over two years. He had returned to the country and saw a piece of news about Brett's engagement on his phone.

Presley looked at the disheveled Lucas and couldn't help but frown, "What happened to you?"

He had been busy with research abroad for the past two-plus years and was unaware of many things in the country—part of the "news" about Izabella came from his family.

Izabella had cut off contact with him a year and a half ago. Presley worried about her but couldn't do anything. He wanted to contact her but was afraid of causing trouble for her if Brett found out.

He could only turn his longing into motivation, work hard on his research, and hope to find a cure for Izabella soon.