Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 594

There was no more Izabella in the world.

Brett crumpled to his knees on the ground.

When a person's grief became unbearable, when the weight of loss crushed them, the body would involuntarily trigger its protective instincts, like a machine shutting down. But now, Brett's machine was rusted and missing vital parts, no longer responsive to external stimulations.

Who could tell him what the purpose of his rebirth was?

Why cry? Wasn't this what you had prayed for?

Hadn't you thought that this life was the next life you had wished for in your last?

Just like Izabella had imagined—in a world without her, her mother wouldn't have died saving her. She would have been healthy, living a life of love with Alan, teaching little Lucas well.

All the "misfortunes" she had faced in her previous life never descended upon her. By severing them at their root, Izabella had killed herself, and everything was as she had hoped.

But without her, the world also lost some of its meaning.

Alan, who had been eavesdropping outside, rushed in upon hearing his wife's choking sobs, alternating between consoling and wiping away her tears.

This gentle side of Alan was something Brett had never seen before. In his past life, Alan was a man who only knew how to berate his daughter and treat her as a liability.

Not even Izabella had seen this tender side of Alan.

Although Lucas was still boastful as he had been in the previous life, what was different now was that he had loving parents to care for and guide him, preventing him from falling into the vices of gambling and promiscuity that had ensnared him before.

At this moment, everyone's trajectory had changed, all fulfilled by Izabella's solitary death.

Alan softly comforted, "Don't cry anymore, everything is in the past. I believe our daughter is living well in another world."

Yolanda wept inconsolably. If her daughter hadn't died, she would have been four years old by now. She hadn't once seen her, and yet she missed her for four long years.

She shouldn't have spoken of these things to Brett, but when he asked, her heart spasmed with pain, a subconscious voice telling her that she should let this child know.

The more Yolanda cried, the more Alan resented Brett. He didn't understand where this child had come from, seemingly intent on reopening their family's wounds.

Brett, meanwhile, had lost all sensation. He rose from the ground, staggering out and down the stairs, bumping into Lucas.

Lucas had intended to scold him, but upon seeing Brett's tear-streaked face, he swallowed his words.

"Are you going back home?" he asked cautiously.

Brett stopped in front of Lucas and asked, "Lucas, if you had a sister, would you cherish and care for her?"

Without hesitation, Lucas replied, "Of course, I would love to have a sister, but my mom can't have any more kids." He had heard from his parents that he was supposed to have a sister.

The more heartbroken Brett cried, the more pain Mr. Windham felt in his heart, anxiety lacing her trembling voice, "Brett, where does it hurt?"

"Mom," Brett clung to his mother's neck, finally speaking, "My heart hurts, it hurts so much."

His heart ached until he couldn't breathe, his sobs cutting through the air. In his past life, he had lost Izabella, and in this life, he never even had the chance to have her.

Izabella wouldn't come to this world, the one who taught him what love was, how to love—she wouldn't come this time.

But for Brett, his entire world had collapsed without her. He couldn't go on without her.

She shouldn't have died, Izabella shouldn't have died, she shouldn't have...

—"Brett, if there’s another life, let's part without hard feelings, each finding happiness."

"Brett, the world is beautiful, but because of you, I won't come."

The end.