Twisted Ties of Love

Brett commented, "I ain't you."

"True, you ain't me. I can't bear to see the one I love leave. Izabella has already died, why does she have to come back? To occupy Bell's body and be with another men? Brett, can you really just watch as she gets together with Casey, even marry him and have kids?"

Coughing harshly, Brett felt a sharp pain in his chest and tasted blood in his mouth. He swallowed hardly. His body wouldn't last till the day Izabella and Casey tie the knot.

"About Bell's death, you know it more than anyone, don't pin it on Izabella. You owe both Bell and Izabella." Brett held the syringe, standing in front of Nathaniel, "It's us who are the real villains."

Nathaniel lowered his head, his expression unreadable, but his hands were clenched behind the chair.

Of course, he knew who killed Bell. He was the murderer, driving Bell step by step into a dead end. His cold indifference was the final thing that killed Bell.

"Kaley Cornett didn't die three years ago. Someone saved her, she had plastic surgery and lived in the entertainment circle as Kristin Lasley. Bell's death was partly her doing. But the real reason was the stage name you gave Bell, Izabella. This made Kristen take all her hatred out on her. Ironically, after Bell's death, it was Izabella who avenged her, revealing Kristin's identity and ruining her reputation."

"Where is she?" Nathaniel asked angrily.

"I've already caught her. If you want, I can bring her to you."

Nathaniel looked up, pale-faced and with hollow eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead. He stared at Brett for a while before speaking, "This can't be that simple, can it? What do you want?" "I want your legs."

Nathaniel looked at the syringe in Brett's hand and laughed bitterly, his body shaking on the chair.

"No one can save you now. I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm telling you this is the only thing you can do for Bell. You know what you need to do about Kristin."

Nathaniel didn't directly respond, he just said, "Never thought I'd take your advice."

"Have you made your decision?"

"Only a pair of legs, you can have them. Remember, I want Kristin's life."

Brett squatted down, aiming the syringe at Nathaniel's knees.

Nathaniel clenched his teeth, his jaw trembling, temples pulsating, veins popping out on his forehead and neck. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

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His fists clenched behind his back, his body covered in sweat, his shirt soaking wet, he looked like he'd just been fished out of water.

Sending Nathaniel to deal with Kristin would be more painful than death.

Giving Kristin to Nathaniel could also divert his hatred towards Izabella.

He has enough power to kill Nathaniel directly now, but it would cause unnecessary trouble, starting with the Windham Group.

The shareholders aren't easy to deal

with, better to have a crippled

Nathaniel keep them in check, so that he'll have more time to take over the Windham Group. When he's close to death, he can transfer all his assets to Izabella.

Before his death, he must clear all obstacles for Izabella.

Suddenly, Brett started coughing, a lung cancer cough that once it starts doesn't stop. He dropped the syringe.

Clutching his chest, Brett took out some backup medicine from his pocket, popped two tablets into his mouth, and chewed. The bitterness was unbearable.

The taste was so bitter that even water couldn't wash it away. It lingered in his mouth, making him nauseous.

Nathaniel was almost unconscious.

He had already been shot up with two syringes of drugs by Izabella and was barely hanging on. Now that Brett had injected the potent drug into his knee, the excruciating pain left his body in shock, feeling like his soul was leaving his body.

He was too weak to speak, but when he heard Brett coughing, he slightly raised his eyes to see Brett taking out the medicine.

If he had the strength to speak, he would ask Brett, "Are you dying?"

If the answer was "yes", even if he passed out, he would still laugh.

Ever since Bell left him, the only thing he was looking forward to was seeing Brett die in agony.