Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 61

Izabella glanced out the window. "What time is it now?"

"One o'clock."

Izabella's face changed a bit, and she frowned, whispering, “I should be all right now. I want to go back.”

"Go back where?" Presley's face immediately darkened. "You want to go back to Quiet Forest Estates?"

Izabella pursed her lips and didn't say anything, obviously agreeing with Presley's statement.

Presley was pissed and somewhat helpless with anxiety. "What the hell are you thinking? Brett already treated you like that, and you're going back? This time he just left you on the balcony; next time, he might hang you with a rope! How many lives do you have for him to toy with?!"

Presley was really mad. He couldn't understand why she liked torturing herself so much!

"Presley, I know you mean well."

Presley: "What do you know..."

Izabella interrupted him, "I'm already on my deathbed. It doesn't matter if I die a few days early, but I can't just abandon my brother."

Presley, being very smart, instantly understood that Brett was threatening her with Lucas.

"How could you worry about your brother like that? You think he's your brother, but he may not even acknowledge you as his sister. You can't even take care of yourself, let alone consider others. Think about your illness, think about the burden on you. You can’t keep going like this!"NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Izabella didn't argue. She looked at Presley earnestly, her eyes gradually reddening. "But I don't want to have another life on my conscience."

"My father died because of me, and I don't want my brother to go through the same thing. Presley, I understand what you're saying, but isn't it worth it for me to sacrifice a little over a year of my life for their decades? "

Izabella looked down at her scarred hands, recalling her father's death. Her body involuntarily shivered.

"An eye for an eye." But she couldn't make up for it in this lifetime.

Presley stared at Izabella with a complex expression, choking up, not knowing what to say.

Izabella cherished her relationships. It was her weakness. Besides worrying about Lucas, she was afraid of getting Presley involved, like when Brett ruthlessly broke Presley's arm in front of her.

That time, it was just a broken arm, but what about the next time? Izabella didn't dare to imagine.

"I want to go back," Izabella emphasized again. "Send me back, please."

"I can let you go, but can your legs even walk?"

Izabella tried to move her legs, but she couldn't muster any strength. With legs like these, she'd probably fall the moment she put any weight on them.

"Then give me your phone. I'll call Brett."

Presley took out his phone from his lab coat and handed it to Izabella. After she made the call, he turned to look out the window.

The phone connected, and Izabella swallowed. With a hoarse voice, she said, "Brett."

"Izabella, you finally remembered to call me?!"