Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 339

"No, I gotta go find her now!" After saying this, he was about to walk out, but Liam stopped him at the door.

"Listen, if you want to find her, at least you gotta know where she is first. Otherwise, you'll be searching forever." Liam grabbed his arm, trying to persuade him. "Take my advice, eat first. I'll find out her schedule. You don't want to be too weak to talk when you finally see her."

"President Windham, you've waited for more than three years. What's a few more hours?"

It's different this time. He was waiting for death for those three years, but now he's fighting for life.

However, Liam made sense, so he went back to sitting on the sofa, continuing to watch the live broadcast.

There was no fresh food in the fridge, and they didn't have time to go shopping. So Liam ordered takeout and got some for himself too. It looked like his plan to take a vacation was ruined again.

Liam stood at the door of the study. Worried about Brett, he would take a peek inside from time to time, watching the ugly cat sitting on the back of the sofa, stretching its neck to watch the phone with Brett.

There is a saying that animals have a sixth sense; could the "Izabella" in the video really be Izabella?

Liam thought about it carefully and felt a chill down his spine.

While waiting for the takeout, Liam searched for the recording location of the show and found it was in R City.

Liam searched for "Izabella" and mainly found negative information. He checked the real-time updates and saw many comparison photos.

Izabella's changes appeared later on. According to netizens, not only her face changed, but even her acting skills. It was as if she'd been replaced, or nobody had ever known the real her.

In the comparison photos, one showed a heavily made-up Izabella, while the other showed her in a dress. They were obviously the same person, but they gave completely different impressions.

- The eyes never lie.

Liam looked at Izabella's early photos and videos and compared them to today's. They indeed seemed like two different people. For a moment, even Liam thought Izabella had returned.

He quickly shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea.

The takeout arrived, and Liam chose a light taste. He didn't know how long it had been since Brett had eaten. His stomach had always been sensitive, so he could only eat bland food to avoid getting sick.

Compared to half an hour earlier, Brett's condition was then much more stable, like a normal person. He ate quietly, then got up to wash his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, and changed his clothes.

Seeing Brett getting ready, Liam didn't need to remind him and just grabbed the car keys.

"Where's the recording location?"

"R City," Liam said. "I've booked the flight tickets. The timing is just right."

Upon hearing "R City," Brett's expression changed slightly. Memories of the past caused him some pain.

Niki, the limping cat, always followed them around. When Liam went downstairs, he heard a "thump" sound behind him and looked back at Niki.

"You can't come with us. We're catching a plane, and pets aren't allowed. Stay home, and we'll be back soon." Although he wasn't sure if the cat could understand human language, Niki did stop and sat on the stairs, watching them leave.

Looking at Niki's blue cat eyes, Liam felt a shiver and thought the cat wasn't that ugly after all.

The cat wasn't ugly, to begin with. It was just that the fire had been so fierce that it had burned off its fur, tail, and one of its ears, leaving it crippled and hideous.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. More than a thousand days had erased a person's traces and made people forget the cute cat that once lay in Izabella's arms.

Liam drove while Brett sat in the back seat with his eyes half-closed, repeatedly listening to Izabella's voice on his phone.

Liam glanced at Brett through the rearview mirror and noticed that his intimidating aura diminished when his eyes were closed, probably because his eagle-like eyes were hidden.

He could sense Brett's vulnerability, which was hard to believe.

In those days, Brett's vulnerability was real, like a cracked mirror. The broken pieces were seemingly intact but would shatter upon touch.