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Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 305

The richest man in R City had always been the center of everyone's attention, but now he looked exhausted, his face bruised, lips chapped, and skin pale. This winter was undoubtedly the toughest one for him.

The cold seemed to seep into his bones, numbing his whole body.

Brett looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, which Izabella once wore. The bracelet was a bit tight, causing his wrist to swell slightly.

He stared at the decorative little lock on the bracelet, which had never been opened and remained intact even in the fire. Why couldn't it keep the person locked up?

Brett clutched the lock, emotions flooding his heart, and his eyes getting uncomfortably dry.

He hung his head like a hedgehog in self-defense mode, hunching down and facing away. He pulled the bracelet hard and his body trembled involuntarily.

The driver glanced at Brett through the rearview mirror and sighed softly.

The journey to the Windham family's old mansion took two hours. The driver drove slowly, taking two and a half hours to get there. When they arrived, it was already twelve thirty, just in time to catch Patrick having lunch.

Brett got out of the car, looked up at the foggy sky and high mountains, and a sense of unprecedented heaviness loomed over his heart. He was ready to collapse at any moment.

It was in this place that his parents passed away, and now his most beloved person was gone too.

Brett went in and said directly to Patrick, "Did you have anything to do with Izabella's death?"

Patrick seemed not to have heard and leisurely had the soup. He was slowly picking up the fork to taste the food and occasionally commenting,

"Our chef's skills have improved recently, not bad."

Brett's face darkened. He never liked wasting time in his work and preferred to solve things in the shortest amount of time, not wasting any more seconds. He walked straight over, flipped over the plates and utensils on the table with a slam, and the pieces clattered to the floor, the soup and food splattering all around.

The butler and servants nearby were startled. Luckily, the old butler reacted quickly and pulled Patrick back; otherwise, the falling solid wood table would have landed on his leg, which would have been no joke.

Although he avoided the table, Patrick's clothes were still stained with oil. It was the first time he looked so disheveled at this age.

His hand shaking with his fork, Patrick angrily threw them at Brett, "Do you want to kill me over a woman?"

"Did you have anything to do with Izabella's death?" Brett's eyes were as icy as a storm in the cold winter, always giving people a cold impression. Even when he got angry, he'd do it quietly and secretly get back at people. Today's outburst was simply murderous.

Patrick clearly felt the killing intent emanating from him, making the servants tremble at the side.

Patrick was accustomed to storms and waves, but it was the first time he had been stared at with a "murderous" gaze by his own grandson, which he found quite amusing.

“If I said it was related to me, would you want to avenge her and kill me?” Patrick asked.

“I won’t hurt you,” Brett said calmly, but his eyes displayed a crimson color, with a sinister gaze. Veins bulged on his forehead, giving him the appearance of a ferocious beast, as if he could pounce at any moment to tear the other person apart.

"But I will make the entire Windham family get what they deserved!" Brett added.

"Good, you are truly something." Patrick was infuriated and snatched the cane handed over by the butler, forcefully striking it on the ground. "What a foolish person you are!"

Patrick squinted his eyes. Having held a high position for a long time, he possessed a commanding presence that few could withstand. He scrutinized his grandson, as if meeting him for the first time.

The Windham family had never required someone who was overly emotional, let alone someone who would go crazy for a woman. Initially, he didn't have much opinion about Izabella and merely regarded her as a plaything.

Moreover, the information he received all along was that Brett wasn't treating that woman well, so he didn't care much about it. If she died, she died. There were plenty of women in this world.

But what he didn't expect was that Izabella held such an important place in Brett's heart, to the point that he came all the way here to berate and interrogate him.

If he had known that such a day would come, he would have personally dealt with Izabella, why bother letting Nathaniel take action.

This woman was truly a troublemaker, if she were still alive, she would undoubtedly become a major nuisance.

Brett didn't know Patrick's thoughts, but judging from his unfriendly expression, he could tell that Patrick was not thinking of something good. After all, they shared the same bloodline, and Brett knew Patrick better than anyone else.

“I didn’t lay a hand on that person. If you want to know the truth, I’ll have Nathaniel come over,” Patrick sarcastically remarked. “But don’t blame me for not warning you. Once you know the truth, you’ll have to bear the consequences. Brett, you’re almost thirty, and no one will indulge you. It’s time for you to face the consequences.”

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