Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 324

Brett watched the car drive off into the distance, and suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. How could there be such similar eyes in the world? Even the way she looked at him was exactly like in his dreams, making it unbearable to think about.

Liam, panting, ran up to him. "President Windham, what's wrong?"

Brett mumbled, "I just saw Izabella."

Liam paused for a moment, recalling the scene. "You mean the woman who just got into the elevator was Izabella?"

Brett didn't respond, but his silence was an agreement.

The woman who entered the elevator had her face covered tightly with a mask, leaving only her eyes exposed. Liam didn't know how Brett could recognize Izabella from just her eyes.

Besides, Izabella had died three years ago, burned to death on a snowy Christmas day. They all knew it.

"She's been dead for three years. It's impossible for you to see her."

Of course, he knew Izabella was dead. He was the one who placed her body in the crystal coffin. He had tested 76 DNA samples, each proving it was her, both real and cruel.

But just now, in the glimpse he caught in the elevator, he felt as if Izabella had returned. Looking at those eyes, he couldn't help but think of the painful three years he had been through since her death.

Every night he would dream of their past, seeing her struggle in pain in the operating room, the stillborn baby being cut out of her, her twisted broken legs after the car accident, and her struggle before death leaning against the window in the fire... These were all reminders of his guilt.

Liam would occasionally remind him that it was all in the past, but only he knew it wasn't...

Izabella had punished him by having Nathaniel set a fire that killed her.

For the past three years, he had either been guarding a lonely grave or staring at the sea.

As Brett thought about these things, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten. With red eyes, he stood in the street watching the car disappear. The more he longed, the more disappointed he felt. He stood there alone, like a child waiting to be picked up after kindergarten.

"Her eyes looked so much like Izabella's. For a moment, I thought it was her looking at me."

"There are many people in the world who look alike, President Windham. Over the past couple of years, many women who looked like Izabella have been sent your way, but you know they're just lookalikes. They're not her."

Liam always had a way of getting straight to the point.

That was right, none of them were Izabella. At most, they just looked similar... A year ago, Nathaniel had sent a woman who looked somewhat like Izabella, even changing her name to match. So what? They looked alike and had the same name... but they were not her.

Izabella died in despair as a punishment for him.

"If only there were reincarnation and soul possession in this world."

Liam shook his head helplessly. Brett was going crazy again.

"The clients have already arrived upstairs in the private room. They're asking when we'll be there."

Brett turned around, reverting back to his cold and heartless demeanor. But if you looked closely, you could see the fatigue and weariness in his eyes.

Brett went upstairs to discuss the cooperation. In work, he was methodical. It was only in moments like these that he seemed alive.

After finishing work at 5 pm, he returned to the Coconut Island villa, which was decorated according to Izabella's preferences.