Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 123

When Brett heard that the guy was a good-for-nothing fool, he couldn't help but snicker. What threat could a fool pose?

But he still didn't like the way Ryker looked at Izabella with such eagerness, as if someone was peeking at his hidden treasure.

Ryker happily took the cake, but then noticed that all the kids around had one too. His mood instantly dropped, thinking that Izabella had brought it just for him, but it turned out to be a casual gesture.

Ryker had so much to say to Izabella, but he didn't know where to start. Being slow and lonely for years, he had no idea how to socialize.

Looking at Izabella, he noticed she seemed much more worn out. He had many questions about what might have happened during her one-month disappearance. Had she been sick or in the hospital?

Before he could ask, Ryker felt a sharp, icy gaze on him. He looked into Brett's eyes, and something flashed quickly in his muddled mind, like a nerve being poked, causing instant headache. He clutched the back of his head and seemed to recall a familiar person.

Brett's eyes darkened when Ryker looked up.

Ryker shrank back a step, looking at Brett and then at Izabella nearby.

The director, being perceptive, immediately sensed the unusual atmosphere and tried to mediate, "Ryker, this is Mr. Windham, Ms. Salotti's husband."

Ryker's expression stiffened. So Izabella was already married. And being married meant having a husband.

Suddenly, he felt a bit emotional, with eyes reddening. He hurriedly replied with an "Oh," before turning and running off, ignoring the director calling him from behind.

"Please don't mind, he's usually very polite."

Brett stared at Ryker's retreating figure, lost in thought. After a while, he asked, "Did you say his name was Ryker?"

"Yes."

"Why is he named that?"

The director didn't understand, but explained the name anyway, "Ryker was brought to the orphanage 15 years ago, and it was in autumn. He had amnesia and couldn't remember anything, so he was given the name Ryker."

Brett clenched his jaw, this reminded him of something.

Fifteen years ago matched the time, but not the place. Could Ryker be the person he thought? No, it's unlikely, since the search back then took three years without result and the police declared him dead. He shouldn't be alive.

Apparently, he needed someone to investigate further. Brett had no appetite for the meal anymore.

"Get the gifts, and I'll send someone to come and take your car later." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The director asked, "Mr. Windham, aren't you staying for lunch?"

"No need," he didn't care about a meal, especially when it was just a cafeteria meal from an orphanage.

"I don't want to go yet." Izabella was good at enduring loneliness and could stay in the hospital for days without talking, but seeing so many laughing children at the orphanage made her reluctant to leave.

"Do you like children?" Brett's eyes darkened as he noticed her holding a little girl's hand.

If their child hadn't been lost, she would have been almost three months in her womb by now, and the baby would already be kicking her.

"Let's go back and make one."

Izabella's face changed instantly, her eyes empty, as Brett suddenly realized that his words were precisely what she wanted to avoid.

He hurried over and held her wrist, pulling her into his embrace. "I said the wrong thing."

Hoarsely, she replied, "I don't like children at all."

"I know," he replied. If Izabella didn't like children, she wouldn't donate to the orphanage every year or bring cakes to the children there.

He wanted Izabella to have their child and name Kaley as the kid's guardian. That way, she could keep the child, and the child could inherit the Windham family's fortune.

Izabella suddenly felt the air around her thin, and facing the children's complex gazes, she pushed Brett away forcefully.

"I'll get the things," she said, looking at the director.

"I'll take you there. The storage room isn't far from here."

"I can find it myself. I'll go alone."

She wanted to go alone, but Brett didn't want her to. He didn't trust Ryker and didn't want to leave them alone together.

"Give me ten minutes, and I'll be back soon." Izabella insisted, her gentle face now cold and distant.

Clenching her fists, she said to Brett, "I just want to be alone for a while, Brett. Don't follow me. I already hate you enough."