Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 309

Seaside... Not only did they cremate Izabella's body, but they also took the ashes to the beach. What were they trying to do...

The staff member was baffled as he watched the man in front of him.

Brett let go of the staff's hand weakly. His proud figure seemed to collapse at this moment...

...

Lucas asked, "Are we really going to scatter the ashes into the sea?"

Presley nodded, sitting on the seaside rock, caressing the urn in his hand.

Three years ago, when Izabella was diagnosed with stomach cancer, this kind of ending seemed to be destined.

The sea breeze blew on his face, and Presley's dry eyes started to well up again. He carefully cradled the urn in his arms as if it was a priceless treasure.

"She said that after she died, she wanted to donate her usable organs to those in need, and the rest should be cremated and scattered into the sea..."

Even in death, she wanted to save people with her own body. Why was fate so unfair to such a good girl?

Lucas squatted aside, a surge of sorrow welling up inside him.

Presley had a bitter smile on his face, recalling how he had advised Izabella not to worry about what would happen after her death.

He thought that in such an advanced era of medical science, with so many experts dedicated to cancer research, Izabella's condition would surely improve. Even if she couldn't be completely cured, she could live a few more years.

However, in these three years, despite significant progress in cancer research, Izabella passed away before he could bring her to get treatment...

It seemed that this tragedy was destined from the start, no matter how hard they tried, Izabella couldn't escape her tragic fate. Looking back at his persuasion back then, it was ridiculously absurd.

"Izabella longed for freedom, but she was trapped in the Salotti family since birth." Presley said disdainfully, "Do you think she really wanted to take over the hot mess of the Salotti family business? She was only eighteen at the time and had to grow up prematurely, dealing with people decades older than her, always on guard."

"Do you know she hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time? She took sleeping pills, from one to two. Her body was originally healthy, but because of your negligence, her stomach gradually worsened into gastritis and eventually turned into stomach cancer.

"As the son of a wealthy family, you can live happily and carelessly in the Salotti family, living a wastrel life outside. No matter what happens, there's the Salotti family to take the fall for you. Your father still adores you.

"I also have the right to choose a profession I like, to become a doctor.

"Only Izabella..." Presley choked up, "Her favorite was the violin; she wanted to be a violinist."

But when he saw Izabella's body, he found that her fingers had no nails, and the marks on those fingertips were clearly not burned off.

What had Izabella gone through over the years? Those hands of hers should have been playing the violin.

Lucas lowered his head, listening to Presley's murmurs. These seemingly light words, however, felt like stabs in his ears, the pain spreading throughout his body, and even his prosthetic right hand was trembling.

"Is it sad or fortunate to get someone to complete what you couldn't in life after death?"

In the winter of J City, it got dark by seven in the afternoon. The sea breeze seemed to carry a cold breath, numbing the cheeks. As Presley's voice fell, the biting sea breeze suddenly softened, as if a hand gently stroked his tear-streaked face.

Presley's face stiffened for a moment as he looked at the urn in his arms, his heart filled with bitterness. Was that you, Izabella...

Tears fell uncontrollably. Although the wind was cold, it didn't chill his tears. Presley choked up and said, "Izabella, I remember what you told me, to scatter your ashes into the sea after your death, to follow the current and see the outside world, I've always remembered..."

Lucas lifted his head and asked, "When are we going to scatter the ashes into the sea?" They had been sitting here for over an hour.

"Just wait a little longer, waiting for someone to come, to collect a bet."

"What bet?"

Presley shook his head, not answering. Only he and Izabella knew about this bet.

At 7:14, Presley heard the sound of an engine.

"Someone's coming." Lucas realized. He stood up, his body already cold, his legs numb. As he stood up, he stumbled, almost falling.

Lucas had good eyesight; he recognized Brett before he even got out of the car. He was deeply afraid of Brett. After all, it was because of him that the Salotti family had trouble. His father's death and Izabella's death were all related to him.

He was useless, only able to rant in his heart when facing the enemy, and could only hide away in reality, not even daring to utter a word.

"It's... it's Brett. Is he here to steal the ashes? Scatter them into the sea quickly, or it'll be too late..."

Presley's lifeless eyes suddenly sharpened. Watching Brett get out of the car, he stood up with the urn in his arms.

"Presley!" A voice called out before the figure even got close, "What are you doing!"