Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 500

"I hear Casey's still in the observation room, infected with the virus and in isolation. You can't even touch him. Are you still planning on sticking by his side?" Brett's eyes were bloodshot.

Raised amongst the cold, aloof Windhams, he knew better than anyone how icy their hearts were. This cold-heartedness ran through their veins, passed down through generations. He had it, his aunt had it, and Casey, being her son, naturally had it.

He didn't believe Casey could give Izabella happiness, and he certainly didn't believe that the Dempseys, if anything happened to Casey, would spare Izabella.

The Dempseys weren't exactly saints. How else could they have risen to such power?

Izabella knew Brett all too well. They'd been entangled for years. With just a casual glance, she knew what was on his mind.

Sure enough, once a bad boy, always a bad boy. Ridiculously, she had thought he had come to his senses and decided to let go of her.

"Do you know who Casey is, Brett?" Izabella asked hoarsely.

Brett pursed his pale lips, waiting for Izabella to continue.

Izabella smiled faintly. Her eyes were as beautiful as ever, the black of her pupils shining like sun-warmed ice, so warm and inviting.

"Casey was the one who carried me home all those years ago. I mistook you for him and gave you my heart for four years. I forgot him, and when he returned as Ryker, I lost him again. I've stumbled and fallen so many times, I died once and came back, and he's still by my side, never leaving."

Her eyes reddened at the mention of Casey, still lying in the observation room in critical condition.

"You always say our meeting was fate, but to me, it was a debt, a calamity. If I could, I would never have wanted to meet you."

She had suffered so much in her short life. It felt like she'd lived three lifetimes. But the one constant in those "three lifetimes" was him. That never changed.

Had she truly never wanted to meet him? Yes, their relationship was a mistake from the start. It was him, not Casey, who had enjoyed her love. Even when he realized he was a substitute, he kept it from Izabella, deceiving her.

Brett closed his eyes, remembering the Izabella consumed by the fire. "I don't believe Casey can give you happiness."

"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter to me."

Brett choked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he affirmed, "I will prove to you, Izabella, that you are mistaken again. Even if Casey survives, I can guarantee you that I am the one for you."

"We've been through so much together, Izabella. The good, the bad, the love, the hate. No one knows you better than I do, loves you more than I do. For you, I would give up my life."

Brett's lungs struggled as he finished his speech, his chest aching. "Even if I took a bullet for you this time, Izabella, you would still hate me, wouldn't you? You hate me for all the wrongs I've done, you're right, we owe each other too much. A simple 'it's over' won't suffice. You should continue hating me, hate me until you kill me."

Compared to Izabella's "let's be strangers," he would rather she continue to hate him. At least then, he would still occupy a place in her heart, rather than being denied even a residual emotion.

Whenever he thought of this, he would remember how good Izabella had been to him. A single frown from him would make her anxious, but now, even when he was on his deathbed, she wouldn't spare him a word of concern.

Listening to Brett's words, Izabella's face remained impassive.