Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 307

Nathaniel pinched his cold earlobe, wondering how much it would hurt if it was forcibly torn off by someone?

Nine years ago, Izabella had jumped into the water to save someone without any hesitation. She probably would never have imagined in her lifetime that she would be harmed by the person she had saved, leading to the destruction of her family and her being covered in scars. In the end, she could only sit in a wheelchair and watch as the fire approached her.

What a naive girl, she hated the cold but still plunged into the water to save someone in the dead of winter.

Fate was always against her, but she never gave up her kindness. She treated others well, but fate never treated her kindly.

If trusting the wrong person was a crime, she didn't deserve to die.

Brett didn't deserve death, he only deserved to live in pain.

In the past, Izabella wanted to live more than anyone else, but her later life was worse than death. She was a frequent visitor to the hospital, having been notified of her critical condition countless times. She once begged him to kill her.

Izabella had experienced countless pains, and the last one was called relief.

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Brett was kneeling on the ground, his mouth full of blood. He didn't know when Nathaniel had left. He knelt there, one hand covering his stomach, the other over his mouth, with a warm, sticky discomfort in his palm. He stared blankly at his right hand stained red with blood.

The pain in his stomach was unbearable, like being entwined with thorns, sharp thorns stabbing from the inside out, causing his stomach to spasm as if it was about to split open.

Izabella hated pain, yet she had been tormented by such pain for three or four years. Why didn't he believe her when he saw her vomiting blood? She was obviously in so much pain, why did he think she was faking it?

Brett clutched his stomach, his body trembling with pain. He was good at enduring pain, no matter how painful, he could grit his teeth and make no sound. When he couldn't bear it any longer, he vomited again.

His stomach was convulsing, and what he vomited out was either blood or gastric acid, burning his throat. His eyes were red, the viscous blood on the ground formed a red pool, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Brett gritted his teeth, muttering crazily, "So, this is how painful a stomachache can be. Vomiting blood really feels like losing half of your life. This is what Izabella has been going through all these years."

Brett only felt like his belly was being cut by thousands of knives, and every time he vomited blood, his throat tasted incredibly bitter, like crushed medicine stuck in his throat that he couldn't swallow or vomit.

How did Izabella, who hated bitterness so much, manage to endure all this?

He suddenly remembered a sentence Izabella had once said to him.

—"Brett, I'm someone who's so afraid of pain, yet I dare to love you. How have you treated me then?"

Yes, how had he treated her? Brett covered his sour and painful eyes, sobbing until he was out of breath.

Those years when he was drinking and socializing late, Izabella was worried that he would get a stomach problem, so she would make him soup to sober up, warming him from the inside out.

And how did he treat Izabella? When Izabella carefully brought him water and begged him to drink, he would splash it in her face if he didn't like it.

And Izabella never complained, she was someone who was used to enduring pain. Despite her tired body, she would still treat him well the next day.

He missed Izabella, more than he ever had. He wanted to go back to find her, to be with her. He wanted to treat Izabella better in the future.