Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 437

Nathaniel could only see Izabella's lips moving. He could hear her voice, but it was as if her words didn't fully sink in.

Not until Izabella's lips stopped moving did he realize that it was like thunder had drowned out everything else, leaving him deaf.

Nathaniel, when would he accept that Bell was not coming back?

He kept asking himself this until his eyes stung, his nose felt raw, his throat was dry, and his chest ached.

Bell once put all her hope in Nathaniel. She thought it was Nathaniel who saved her. The spark of hope in her heart was lit by Nathaniel, but it was also he who extinguished it.

Most people know that they find it hard to make decisions when they get involved in emotional disputes. Nathaniel could see clearly when it involved others, but when it was his own emotional issues, he was blind to the truth.

Nathaniel's current confusion wasn't due to drunkenness but the fact that Izabella had drugged his soup. The ring Toby gave her, which she wore on her index finger, had a small switch that contained powdered drugs, enough to make anyone powerless to resist.

Now Nathaniel was confused, and Izabella found it odd that he hadn't passed out yet.

Nathaniel often studied drugs so that he might have built some resistance.

Now he was in a dream, weak all over, unable to even stand.

Listening to Izabella's voice, his eyes filled with more and more tears. He tried to hold back the tears but couldn't.

He never thought that the weak Bell would choose suicide.

She swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills and ended her life in a gas-filled room. How scared must she have been of continuing to live to choose two ways to end her life?

He never wanted her to die. He used Bell as a substitute for Izabella just to make Brett suffer. He sent her away because he was scared, scared that he would fall in love with Bell, depend on Bell, and end up like Brett.

He never thought Bell would die, but his indifference and disregard became the biggest cause of Bell's death.

Nathaniel hung his head, staring numbly at the floor, feeling a chill in his heart. The cold spread throughout his body with his blood, but the tears flowing from his eyes were as hot as fire.

After his mother died, he never begged anyone again, but now he was kneeling on the ground, crying like a child who lost his favorite toy.

"I wanted Bell, I wanted her to like me. You were not her. Gave her back to me. Why did you occupy her body? Let Bell came back, please, let her came back. I wanted to apologize to her, I wanted to treat her well, and I will never use her as your substitute again."

It turned out that not all apologies got responses, not all longing got answered, and not all mistakes had the chance to be redeemed. When he understood this, there was no longer a person named "Bell" in this world.

Flowers always had a day to bloom again, but youth never returned.

Everything had an outcome, and this was the predicament he found himself in.

Izabella felt as if her heart was pierced by a sharp needle, and the pain was unbearable. She covered her chest with her hand, telling herself everything would be okay. Look, Nathaniel got what he deserved.

Izabella took a deep breath, crouched down, and looked straight at Nathaniel, "Nathaniel, what's the use of you being upset here? Wasn't it you who made her my substitute? Bell gave her life to bring me back, and now it's too late for you to want her back."

Nathaniel struggled to lift his head. For a moment, he felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, struggling in the mud, while Bell just stood in the dark watching coldly.

Looking at the woman before him, his mind was filled with memories from a year ago.