Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 544

"Izabella's gone. Why the hell am I even trying?"

Everything Casey had done was for Izabella. He had poured his sweat into taking over the Dempsey family business, all to ease her worries, to create an illusion that everything was fine. He didn't want her to overthink, to feel guilt or unease.

Izabella always put others before herself, thinking she was a burden. It was a habit born from a childhood lacking love and a sense of security. A little kindness from others, and she'd remember it forever; a simple candy could become the sweetest memory in her mind.

Those starved for love often fell into two categories: the indifferent and the hypersensitive. Izabella was the latter, ever desiring what she lacked, repaying any sense of security given to her.

Bunny remained silent.

Casey said nothing more. He had abandoned his work completely, determined to find Izabella.

But no matter how hard he searched, Izabella seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Bunny had joined the search for a day, asking around town. No sign of her in R City; perhaps she had left the country after being missing for so long.

Casey hadn't slept all night, running around in the rain all day without a bite to eat. At most, he'd had a few sips of hot water. With a bout of acute gastritis flaring up, he endured the pain, his complexion turning pale.

He switched the IV needle to his other hand and continued his treatment after a brief rest. Once the pain subsided, he removed the needle and resumed his search, completely disregarding his own health.

Knowing she couldn't stop him, Bunny let him be. Brett was unreachable by phone, so Bunny sent a text message.

It was just a short message, to the point, "We need to talk."

During her time away from Casey, Izabella hadn't left R City. She was holed up in the Quiet Forest Estates.

Every day, she'd stare blankly at her phone or stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a book in hand, ignoring whatever Brett said to her, like a lifeless doll.

Sometimes Brett felt he was quite cheap. He preferred the old Izabella who would lash out at him, call him heartless, crazy, or a lowlife, rather than this soulless shell she had become.

Had he really made a mistake?

"You haven't eaten all day. Aren't you hungry?"

Tired from standing, Izabella curled up in the rocking chair. The heater was on, and she wore only a T-shirt, one she had left behind years ago. Despite its age and musty smell, it was still wearable after a good wash.

She had no clothes of her own with her and refused to wear anything Brett bought. She preferred her old clothes.

Brett watched her in those old clothes, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"You're still the same as when we first met. Nothing's changed."

The image of a twenty-year-old Izabella came to mind, her lips curled in a defiant smile. Everyone said Ms. Izabella was as proud as a swan, dismissing her suitors with indifference. Yet, she always looked at Brett with warmth and admiration.

No one could have predicted that one day, the proud Izabella would cast aside her dignity to chase after a man, becoming the talk of the town.

And after that, Brett's actions turned the once bubbly Izabella cold, her dimples that used to cradle sweetness all but disappearing.

The memory of Izabella seemed to drift further away, even though she was right in front of him. He couldn't recall the last time he saw her smile at him.

"The only one that hasn't changed is you. If I were still like before, that would just make me stupid and pathetic," Izabella said.

Brett's heart tightened. "That's not what I meant."

Izabella scoffed, a hollow laugh without joy. "Then what do you mean?"

Brett's inflicted pain was a double-edged sword, torturing Izabella both physically and psychologically. During the years Izabella was 'dead,' Brett had preserved everything here, even the wedding photo she had smashed, untouched in its original place.

Izabella felt a hopeless sadness, so profound that she couldn't even summon anger.

"Brett, only you deceive yourself into thinking nothing's changed."