Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 33

Brett was holding Izabella's cold hand, gently applying medicine. This was the first time in his life he had been so careful with someone.

If anyone who knew him saw this scene, they'd be shocked. Who was Brett? A cocky and arrogant guy. And now, this kind of guy was actually kneeling before a woman, applying medicine for her, and this woman was the person he hated the most.

Brett didn't even realize how careful he was, and Izabella was like a lost soul. Only the caregiver noticed how these two, who were just so full of themselves, were now so harmonious. It seemed nobody could break them apart.

The internet said their relationship was broken, but it didn't seem like that was the case now.

You can't trust the rumors on the internet, after all.

Brett had never served anyone, let alone something as intricate as dressing a wound. He applied the medicine and wrapped the wound with gauze.

Fearing that Izabella would fall like she did before, Brett strapped her in the wheelchair before moving behind to push her.

The caregiver hesitated briefly before deciding to trail behind them, keeping a watchful eye until their figures vanished from sight. Then, they sought out Presley.

For Izabella, the half-hour car ride felt unbearably long. Memories flooded her mind, scenes of her arguments with Alan, their heated conflicts, and fleeting glimpses of old photographs where Alan held her tightly, wearing a warm smile.

These memories felt fragile, like soap bubbles on the verge of bursting with the slightest touch, obscuring the haunting image of Alan's bloodied face captured in the video.

Izabella curled up in the passenger seat, leaning against the car door, her head down.

She was so fragile at this moment, like a cracked crystal doll, with "handle with care" written all over her. It seemed the slightest touch could break her into pieces, never to be put together again.

Brett called Liam and learned that Alan's body had been transferred to the police station.