Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 496

Bunny blinked, instinctively glancing towards Izabella.

Casey saw Bunny's movements and everything became clear. He wasn't stupid, he'd acted in countless films, read plenty of scripts, his logical reasoning was strong. With a little thinking, he understood.

Izabella had known long ago that he was "Ryker", but due to his family, she kept it to herself, swallowing the hurt.

Even though he was "Ryker", she had to pretend she didn't know, afraid that even the mention of "Ryker" would make him jealous.

This silly cry-baby.

"It wasn't Izabella who told me," Casey said, "I remembered it myself. I remembered how I got through these years, how I was hypnotized by you all. I don't blame you for the hypnosis, considering my health at the time, you did it for my safety."

And he had forgotten his Cry Baby again.

"Mom, I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame Izabella either. Whatever I am is because of me." This included the unknown virus he had contracted.

Tears welled up in Bunny's eyes uncontrollably, and she leaned into Beck's embrace, placing her hand on the glass. "How could we blame Izabella? The moment you decided to bring her home, we've treated her as our daughter. Don't overthink, you'll be alright."

Casey nodded, Bunny said a few more words, then left them alone.

Continuing would only make her cry more, she thought. So much had happened in a day: Izabella was kidnapped by Nathaniel, Casey contracted the virus, Brett was shot. The future was uncertain for them all.

Despite Bunny's words, Izabella still apologized to the Dempsey family, bowing her head. "I'm sorry."

Her back remained bent until Bunny's hand gently touched her head.

"You don't need to apologize. I know who's at fault and who's innocent. You've always been the innocent one, the victim. Nathaniel is the one who did wrong. You're a good girl, and I believe Casey will be alright. God surely takes care of the good," Bunny comforted Izabella and herself.

Izabella watched them leave, then returned outside the isolation room.

Sitting on the floor against the door, she and Casey were separated by only a door, at most fifteen centimeters. They were so close, yet they couldn't touch each other.

"Are you cold?" Casey asked from inside the room.