Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 321

At 6 a.m., Izabella got up on time, went for an hour-long run, and came back to take a shower and make breakfast.

Her stomach cancer in her previous life taught her a profound lesson, that she must maintain a regular schedule and eat on time. Nothing was more important than her health.

She used to cook a table full of food every day waiting for Brett to come home. Not only did he never show up, but she also ended up getting stomach cancer. Izabella laughed at herself, calling herself an idiot.

At 9 a.m., the courier called her to pick up a parcel. Izabella put on a coat, sunglasses, and a mask. On a weekday, there weren't many people in the neighborhood, mostly old men exercising and grandmothers taking care of children.

Izabella picked up the parcel from memory and took it back to her room. Inside were a bunch of loose parts. After she assembled them, it was about the length of a finger.

Izabella clipped this newly assembled little thing to her hair, and it looked like an ordinary hair clip. If you didn't look closely, it wouldn't attract much attention.

There wasn't much time, so she could only barely finish assembling one. In the future, she would have to install more to prevent sudden incidents.

There were still some vegetables in the fridge, so Izabella cooked a plate of pasta with lots of chili peppers for lunch. She loved spicy food, but because of her stomach cancer, she couldn't eat spicy food, which was torture for her.

Now, her body was healthy...

Very healthy?

Izabella fell into deep thought. Was her body really healthy? She had a feeling of forgetting something important.

After quickly finishing her lunch, Izabella returned to her bedroom and started rummaging aimlessly. Eventually, she found a large pile of documents at the bottom of a drawer in the wardrobe, and at the very bottom was a medical record for depression.

The date was last year when Bell had just left Nathaniel and found out about her depression at the hospital. At that time, she was only mildly depressed. She didn't go for counseling and kept her feelings bottled up. But with the growing abuse on the internet, her depression worsened.

Bell had always been treated unfairly since she was young. She wasn't so much resilient as she was used to people's malice.

A camel can carry a heavy load under high pressure, but in the end, it was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Her fate was very similar to Bell's, both being treated unfairly and surrounded by people's malice, endless speculation, and the indifference of bystanders. The strong person who maintained her strength with a smile was gradually forced into death.

Izabella put down the medical diagnosis in her hand and let out a long sigh.

After lunch, her agent Graham sent her an address for a retro coffee shop.

Izabella tidied up and took a taxi there. She liked to be punctual. She arrived at the booked room at 1:50 p.m., and a waiter led her in.

Graham was sitting in a chair, only slightly raising his head when he heard the noise, and then continued grinding coffee.

Izabella quickly glanced around. Graham wasn't a generous person. Bell was very weak and had been cheated out of a lot of money by him. When they ate together, he always ordered the most expensive dishes but never paid or accepted splitting the bill. If you said anything about it, he would turn it around and call you stingy.

This coffee shop charged at least 5,000 for a three-hour reservation. Izabella thought to herself.

"Graham, I'm here..."

Graham looked at her and didn't let her sit down. Izabella didn't sit and obediently stood in front of him with her head down, looking very easy to bully.

"Why didn't you do what I told you yesterday?"

Izabella blinked her bright eyes innocently, and her clear pupils were like a spring. "Where didn't I follow your instructions yesterday? I was on time for the audition."

Thinking about yesterday made Graham angry. He asked Izabella, "Why didn't you wear makeup when I told you to?"

Izabella stammered, "The audition didn't allow makeup, and I don't have any makeup products. You know how low my salary is, I can't afford to buy makeup. Why don't you ask the boss to arrange some work for me and increase my salary?"

Graham didn't call Izabella today to talk about her makeup. He wanted her to refuse the job on Blood Ties.

"Call Mr. York and refuse the job right now."

Izabella pretended not to understand, "Why? You asked me to audition for this TV show, I succeeded, and now you want me to refuse it? What will Mr. York think of me?"

"What does that have to do with me? I told you to audition for the third female role, not the female supporting role." He began to shirk responsibility. "Izabella, I'm considering this for your benefit. You know the female supporting role was already given to someone else, and doing this will get you criticized."

"I'm used to being chewed out. Don't worry, I can handle it."

Graham frowned impatiently, staring at the woman in front of him. She was still the same weak person who didn't dare to breathe loudly, but today she spoke up unexpectedly. That strange feeling came again, as if the person in front of him had suddenly changed.

"I'm telling you the truth; the company won't let you take this TV show. If you're obedient, they'll arrange other schedules for you. If you're not, the only result is you being blocked, and your life is over."

Her life was already over, and Izabella didn't change her expression. "Are you threatening me?"