Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 503

The place was buzzing with energy, all eyes focused on Izabella, paying no mind to the helicopter landing outside.

The live feed from the international film festival was displayed on a tablet inside the helicopter. The screen shook as Izabella was jostled around in the crowd, her frail body surrounded by people as if she was about to drown in a sea of bodies.

She was already pale, and with recent lack of sleep and overexertion, her face was sickly and greenish. The constant flashing of cameras made her look even more ghostly. One could even see the veins on her neck.

In just a month, Izabella had lost a drastic amount of weight, as if she would crumble and disappear in the crowded place.

A reporter's sharp question echoed in the live feed.

"Izabella, did you kill Casey?"

"I'd love to know who's spreading rumors about my death!" Casey's voice boomed from a distance. Everyone was taken aback.

Everyone instinctively turned to the source of the sound, and there he was. Casey, who was supposedly on his deathbed, stood at the entrance, backlit, slowly making his way in.

He walked slowly, his trembling legs barely noticeable. He was flanked by his bodyguards, eight giant men who all looked like they meant business.

The entire Dempsey family was there, with Bunny subtly supporting Casey.

Everyone knew how weak Casey was. The fact that he had mustered the strength to come here was all for Izabella.

Years ago, when Casey was shot, the first thing he did when he woke up was to look for his beloved Cry Baby, but his family had forcibly made him forget her.

This time, however, Bunny and Beck didn't try to stop him.

Casey's slow but determined walk pierced through the noise and chatter. His gaze was locked onto Izabella. His affection for her was a rarity in this world.

His arrival was just what she had been waiting for.

"My God, isn't that Mr. Dempsey? I thought he was on his deathbed in a hospital!"

"Who said Casey was dying? Who said Izabella hurt Casey?"

His appearance shattered all the rumors and gossips, and he embraced Izabella protectively.

Casey had kept his promises. He said he'd always be behind her, that she could always find him if she looked back. He said he'd always be there to protect her when the sky fell. He said he'd solve all her problems.

The wind blew in, bringing a wave of warmth. She lifted her hand to wipe her face and realized she was crying.

She hadn't cried when Presley told her about the high risk of Casey's surgery. She didn't cry when Wendy told her Casey might not make it through the surgery. She didn't cry when she announced her retirement from the entertainment industry, thinking about Casey hanging on by a thread in the operating room. She didn't cry when people accused her of killing Casey. Yet, the noise had overwhelmed her, and she found herself shedding tears. The image of Casey walking towards her began to blur.

Izabella pushed her way through the crowd, her black dress trailing behind her as she ran towards Casey.

With open arms, Casey caught Izabella in a strong embrace.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Burying her face in his chest, she nodded and whispered, "Yes."