Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 346

Brett was knee-deep in the murky water, the polluted river drowning his head. He was coughing. His ribs supporting his chest seemed to have turned into thorns. Each struggle tightened them, and he wondered if Izabella felt the same way when she died.

It's said that you're calm when you're about to die. His soul seemed detached from his body, floating mid-air, looking at his quiet self submerged in the water like a piece of driftwood.

The cold was invading his body from all sides as if all his internal organs had been frozen. It hurt a tearing pain all over.

Liam jumped into the water with great effort, tightly holding onto Brett. His whole body was covered in water. Holding him felt like holding onto a piece of ice. It took all of Liam's strength to drag him onto the shore.

"President Windham, are you okay?" Liam was so anxious his face turned pale. One hand was supporting Brett. The other was picking up the coat on the ground to find the phone.

As his body gradually regained sensation, Brett instinctively opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

But it seemed like he was not breathing in the air but sharp thorns piercing his heart, making it ache terribly. The pain enveloped his body. He couldn't stop shaking. He coughed, blood splattered from his mouth, staining his pale cheeks, a glaring red.

"President Windham, I must get you to the hospital now." Brett had coughed up blood before, but this was the first time Liam saw him coughing up so much like it wouldn't stop.

He had dialled the emergency number on his phone and was about to call, but Brett raised his cold hand and stopped him.

"I want to go find Izabella and her hair tie." His voice was shaky and choked up, not sure if it was from the cold or the pain.

"Hair tie?" Liam thought for a moment and understood, "What if we find it?"

Brett had lost his mind. The only thing clear in his foggy mind was the last thing Izabella said. Don't come to see me if you can't find it.

Izabella was punishing him for the sins he had committed in the past. It was what he deserved. He had to find her hair tie.

"If I find it, she will forgive me and return home with me."

"She's fooling you," Liam said.

"No, she isn't. Izabella wouldn't lie," Brett muttered.

Looking at Brett's pale face, Liam knew Brett was too stubborn. Once he made up his mind, it was hard to change it. That's why he gradually fell into despair three years ago.

"That little hair tie, you won't find it if you throw it into the river. You'd better go buy a new one." All hair ties looked the same. He didn't believe Izabella would recognize it.

"Even if it looks the same, it's not the one she lost." Brett was gradually regaining his senses. His voice was still weak, but he wasn't shaking like before. He looked at the river again, not knowing when it had become dark. The dim light of the street lamp was casting on the water.

He was in a daze, so it was already so late.

He looked toward Casey's villa. it was pitch dark, with no lights. Were they already asleep?

The thought of Izabella lying in another man's arms at this moment, sleeping together, caused extreme pain in his heart.

Was Izabella treating Casey as well as she had treated him before? Would she cook a table full of dishes waiting for him to eat? Would she look at him tenderly and deeply in love with him?

Stop thinking. I can't believe it anymore. Brett covered his eyes. Hot tears fell into his palm. It's okay as long as Izabella comes back. He doesn't mind these things at all. As long as Izabella is still alive, and her living figure is still in his world, really.

Brett couldn't hear what Liam was saying. The obsession with finding the hair tie was like a poisoned seed thrown into his bloodstream, connecting his bones and marrow, making his weak limbs climb up from the ground.

At this moment, Brett relied entirely on his strong will to support his body. His eyes were vulnerable and sad as he crawled towards the river. Liam couldn't stop him. He didn't understand how Brett could still be so strong.

Liam held him down forcefully: "President Windham, we can come back and look for it tomorrow. Right now, you need to take care of yourself, don't fall down before you find her."

Brett was desperate and now was backfiring.

There were many things Liam couldn't understand, but the most puzzling thing was why "Bell Salotti" turned into "Izabella."

Was it all an act? But he was there before. He indeed felt that she was Izabella.

This was the first time he heard that a person could resurrect after death.

Brett was dazed for a moment, feeling like the weight on him was not Liam but a mountain. He bit his lip, his mouth full of the taste of blood. The remaining consciousness was still desperately looking at the river. He could jump into the water with a roll, but he couldn't crawl over.

"Let me go!" He scratched the ground with his fingers. The tips were rubbed bloody. The pain made him a bit more sober, but he was still too tired and in too much pain.

Brett looked down, following the pain, his chin resting on the ground, his eyes half-closed, looking at his hands. Suddenly his eyes lit up. The hair tie he had been looking for was on his ring finger, like a ring.