Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 439

Izabella conducted a careful inspection of each room. She found that the French windows were rock-solid and unbreakable, but the windows inside the room could be opened. Even though she could climb out through the window, the height made it impossible for her to get down from there.

It was about 26 feet from the window to the ground. One false move and a fall from that height could lead to serious injury or even disability. Moreover, there were eyes watching from below. Even if she jumped from the window, there was no guarantee that she could escape.

The situation was looking pretty bleak. Her only option was to wait for Nathaniel to wake up and see if he was willing to help her escape.

Izabella roamed the room in search of an escape route and found herself in a lab filled with vials of potions in various colors. The strange colors of those potions were creepy and brought back some unpleasant memories for Izabella.

She had tasted the agony those potions could inflict before.

Izabella smashed all the vials she could find, and if she couldn't, she at least broke the bottles. The room was filled with the sound of breaking glass, like an emotional outlet.

She left a few syringes filled with some of them, not exactly knowing what was inside, but she was sure it wasn't anything good.

Nathaniel had a thing for those. They could cause extreme pain but were not lethal, making life a living hell.

Looking at the state of the room, Izabella could only think of the tortured version of herself from the past.

Izabella closed her eyes tightly. Nathaniel had brought her there, no doubt intending for her to relive her past tortures. But he certainly didn't expect that he would be the one to fall first.

Izabella didn't know how long the effects of the substance in the ring would last, or whether it could wake him up.

Standing over Nathaniel, her eyelashes fluttering, she gently lifted his chin with her index finger.

After she had loosened his tie, his collar fell open, revealing a large portion of his neck. She felt his carotid artery and traced it down to his arm. She laughed. Indeed, no one's luck could last forever.

Izabella carefully observed the changes in Nathaniel's body. It was probably the same thing he used to torture her with.

After a few seconds, she heard a groan from Nathaniel, followed by a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.