Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 308

Even when he was sick, Brett's grip was still really strong. He was holding onto Liam's collar with his hand, the veins on the back of his hand popping out. If he used this much force on someone's neck, they'd probably be choked to death.

For a moment, Liam had difficulty breathing, undoubtedly frightened.

"Why didn't you keep a close eye on her and just let someone take her away!" Brett gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce, and tears welling up in his eyes, looking like a dying prisoner struggling desperately.

Liam looked at the insane-looking Brett, his hands shaking badly, and his calves trembling. His body slided down involuntarily. If it weren't for Brett gripping his collar, he'd probably already have collapsed on the ground.

"Where did they take her? I want to find her." Brett asked.

Liam shook his head, taking a deep breath and said, "President Windham, it's no use. Izabella was taken away by her brother."

"You mean Lucas?" Brett asked.

Liam replied with difficulty, "Yes."

"What does Lucas count for? He's never taken care of Izabella. He's yelled at her and beaten her. What right does he have to take her away!" Brett said.

Even Liam couldn't help but found Brett's words a bit ridiculous at this point.

"President Windham, no matter how bad Lucas is, he's still Izabella's only family. There's no one more qualified to take her away than him. On the other hand, you're just her ex-husband. You're the least qualified person to keep her." Liam said.

At this moment, Liam was not afraid of anything, even if it meant getting beaten up. He had been with Brett long enough and had deceived him plenty. He didn't want to deceive himself any longer.

Brett's breathing faltered, and his tongue seemed to have been stung by something. He reflexively held his breath, his eyes dim and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

The atmosphere was tense, and no one spoke. The dim, cold room felt like a silent, lonely grave.

"All I have left is her body. Why won't they even leave her body with me? Where did she go?" Brett squatted down, hugging his head, and randomly tearing at his messy hair.

With a keen eye, Liam noticed that there were several strands of gray hair mixed in with Brett's hair. He was not even 30 yet, but losing Izabella had aged him several years in just a few days.

Liam spoke hoarsely, "President Windham, I dreamed of the Lady last night. She said she was cold..."

As he watched Brett lift his bloodshot eyes, Liam choked up and continued in a muffled voice, "Just think about it, she doesn't even want to enter your dreams. How much she must hate you... You know she was afraid of the cold when she was alive, yet you locked her in this cold room. She's been resenting you, but she can't speak now. President Windham, let both her and yourself go."

Brett's expression was stone-like. His blood-red eyes stared as tears flow continuously down his cheeks.

Izabella was his life, how could he possibly let her go?

"You always say you'll make it up to her, but you don't even know what she wants. President Windham, all she ever wanted was to leave you." Liam said.

Nathaniel and Liam seemed to have made an agreement, attacking Brett from both sides. He was like falling into an abyss, with wolves in front of him and tigers behind him, tearing him apart at every step.

He could give up anything, but he couldn’t lose Izabella. Why couldn't she stay with him?

Brett leaned against the cold wall, curled up and hugging his aching head tightly. Sobbing sounds came from his throat.

An indescribable pain raged in his chest.

Liam watched as Brett sat on the floor, hands covering his face, tears seeping through his fingers and wetting his sleeves.