Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 15

Watching trabella walk over alone, those reporters who had just been hesitant all rushed up, holding their microphones to ask all kinds of tricky questions

Izabella’s small body was squeezed in the crowd. She let her body being constantly pushed crowded, and pulled Her sick and feverish brain was already slow and facing these peoples sharp stares and questions, she felt like she was being deround alive

Amid the chaos. There was a loud “bang” Somebody a camera hit Izabella’s forehead, the sharp edge scraping the flesh and tearing a small wound

Bright red blood flowed from her forehead into her art making everything blood red Binded by the glare, Izabella had to close her eyes and wait to adapt to the brightness befow opening them again

The reporters in front of her seemed not to have noticed her injury and kept getting close. One of them even asked an irrelevant question, “Ms. Satoff, we heard that Mr Windham had a fance four years ago, and it was your involvement that separated them is that true?!

As soon as the reporter finished, there was an uproar around him trabells and Brett had never been photographed together in their four years of mariage Everyone speculated that their relationship was unhappy due to their alliance manage Nobody thought there would be such a big scoop

So Irabia was a homewrecker? Thats a snful existence

trabella wiped the blood off her forehead with her hand. The small and thin face showed a bright smile towards the cameras, but the smile was cold and rigid, somewhat terrifying

in front of the reporters, every bit of tabella’s actions would be magnified Staying silent meant admitting guilt, laughing meant mocking and disrespecting others what a shameless woman

Just as they were about to continue questioning Izabella suddenly stood in an open space bent her knees and knelt down. She still held her spine straight as if nothing could bring her down

The reporters were taken aback and then boiled with excitement. The elder sister of the Salotti family trabella, actually kneeled down in front of the cameras!

Therefore various hot headlines appeared on various internet platforms

– tabella kneels down to try to save her marriage and apologize to the original partner

Izabella confesses and kneels down for her “murderer father

– the Salotti family’s daughter a mistress? kneeling in the street to beg for forgiveness

All the cameras were aimed at her, capturing her kneeling image.

“Ms Salot, now that the Salotti Group is facing bankruptcy will Mi Windham divorce you?” Another sharp question came from the reporters

The flash focused on Izabella’s face trying to capture her subtle expressions. However, no matter how long they aimed, Izabella remained expressionless.

The surrounding noise was deafening, with an empty void in Izabella’s eyes. The feeling of loneliness swarmed from all directions, as if trying to devour her.

The dark clouds above were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were going to collapse at any moment. After a few muffled thunders, the wind and clouds rose, and large raindrops hit Izabella on the nose, her

Evelashes quivering

The videographer saw the rain coming down and immediately took the camera back. The reporters also left one after another to find a place to shelter from the rain, and soon only Izabella was still kneeling in the

rain

The rain soaked her face, and the clothes on her body clung tightly to her skin, frozen and cold It felt like the cold seeped through the sun and into the bones making her soul shiver

Bett was standing not far behind het, watching her kneeling in the rain like a puppet. When Liam arrived with the bodyguards, the crowd had already dispersed

The bodyguards surrounded tabella in a circle not letting the onlookers get close

Without knowing the truth. Liam clicked his tongue, stood beside Brett and asked, “Why is Ms. Salotti kneeling? How long has she been like this?”

“Not long just half an hour”

Liam glanced over figuring Brett must have made her kneel. The reason for kneeling wasnt known

If Brett said it would be half an hour, it would be half an hour not a second less. Liam looked at the woman in the middle of the road and suddenly felt a bit sorry for her

The deceased’s family somehow knew Izabella was kneeling here A group of people ran over regardless of the heavy rain and threw the rubbish they had prepared at her

A green can hit Izabella’s forehead wound directly and the yellowish liquid mixed with her blood and covered her entire face.

A few seconds later, a womans voice came from the crowd, shrill and sharp

“Izabella, your dad deserves to die! You’re not a good person either! Your whole family is a plaguel Scum!”

“Yeah, her father got into trouble and she had disappeared for four days to hook up with men”

“Not a single good person in the Salotti family, Alan’s death was a relief to many families”

“Hit het No one cares, hit her right in the face!”

The atmosphere around them got tense, and people threw whatever they had in their hands at Izabella The bodyguards standing in front of her got hit too but endured it with furrowed browar

Being accused by everyone, Izabella’s dignity was shattered bit by bit

The surroundings were chaotic, Izabella’s frail body swaying left and right The pain was unbearable her head, stomach, and knees every part of her body hurt

izabellas eyes remained hollow her pale lips tightly pressed together She took a breath, and the cold air entered her chest. The straightened spine gradually could no longer hold…

Brett frowned, his eyes still deep No one could understand his thoughts Liam, standing next to him, cautiously asked. “President Windham, do you think we should help her?”

The rain was coming down heavily and the once–flat ground was now full of puddles Droplets splashed and ripples emerged Liam looked at the Izabella kneeling on the ground and felt a cold whoosh on his body Brett pursed his thin lips without making a sound. His gaze swept over her, feeling that Izabella seemed to be crying. He had always been indifferent to her tears, but today something was different

Brett looked at his wristwatch, the half–hour was up, right on the dot. He reached out his hand, “Give me the umbrella” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Liam hesitated for a moment and quickly epened the umbrella in his hand and handed it over

Brett strolled through the rain under pfs umbrella, the raindrops hitting it loud like pelibles, and his natural charm caught the glances of passersby

He stood in front of Izabella, harding the umbrella to shield her from the rain. Only then did Izabella react slightly staring up at Brett intently, as if she were looking through him at another person.

That’s how they stared at each other, one standing one kneeling She was lowly while Brett was superior

The rain dripped into her eyes and became hot as it stirred, and Izabella, with a shaky voice, asked hoarsely, “is it time?”

“It is You can get up now”

Izabella didnt more not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t She had already been weak, locked up for four days and kneeling in the downpour for half an hour Even she didn’t know how she managed to keep going

The cold invaded her knees, and she felt like they were stabbed by pins She couldn’t help but cough, one light heave almost bringing up blood

“Brett, how many years have we known each other?”

Brett doubted if tabella might have gone crazy from the cold, asking such a question out of the blue But he answered anyway. “Six years

Izabellashook her head and inexplicably replied that “Not six years, but sixteen”

in mat spring, all she wanted was to remember and love him well a thought that would last for sixteen whole years

Whether it was their meeting six years ago of her forcing him to marry her four years ago, it was all the result of a decade–long scheme.

sjust that she had calculated the beginning but hadn’t considered the end. She wouldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that Brett could be so cruel to her