Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 491

The consciousness of Bella was long gone from this body, willingly replaced by Izabella. Thanks to Izabella, she had fulfilled her dreams, she was no longer the scourge of the Internet, and the company that once exploited her had received its just desserts. Moreover, her family and Nathaniel were steeped in regret and self-reproach.

She was content with her post-mortem state, just like she once said.

-Once you're gone, you can't come back.

She made it clear to Nathaniel that what was given away could not be taken back. Therefore, how could she possibly return due to his remorseful words and tactics?

Nathaniel seemed to accept this reality. He held a cold, sweaty Izabella in his arms, but the name he called was Bella's.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I've hurt your body. I'm sorry, I just wanted you to come back."

Following a powerful electric shock, the body would become numb, the brain would feel dizzy as if concussed, and there would be an urge to vomit. Izabella was held in Nathaniel's arms, sitting with him in his wheelchair.

Her head was spinning, her eyes were throbbing, her chest was tight, and she couldn't help but want to throw up, which she did, all over Nathaniel.

She hadn't eaten much at noon, and now it was several hours into the evening. There was little in her stomach, and what she vomited was all over Nathaniel.

Nathaniel, a paraplegic sitting in a wheelchair, was holding her firmly. There was no time to dodge, and he was drenched in vomit from his chest to his abdomen.

This wasn't about cleanliness anymore. Anyone would find it unbearable to be vomited upon. Nathaniel, with a mild expression, asked simply, "Did you do that on purpose?"

Izabella was still retching. After vomiting, she felt better, but her headache was worse. She faintly heard Nathaniel saying "on purpose."

On purpose? She swallowed, her trembling mouth asking, "Would I have vomited if you hadn't tortured me with electric shocks?" She even managed to throw in a couple of sarcastic remarks at Nathaniel.

"If I had done it on purpose, knowing that I would vomit all over you today, I should have eaten more when I came. That way, I could have vomited all over your face."

The vivid image was somewhat too intense. Nathaniel frowned. Only Izabella could be so outspoken, maintaining her pride even when abducted. As for Bella, she wouldn't even dare to speak loudly, let alone vomit all over him. She was soft, like a newborn kitten.

"Izabella, it was because of your unlikable character that you were tortured to death by Brett."

Izabella responded hoarsely, "Being likable is subjective. If it's for you and Brett, it's not being likable, it's being cheap!"

An assistant handed Nathaniel a tissue to clean the vomit off his body. Nathaniel was holding Izabella with one arm. She had no strength and relied entirely on Nathaniel to hold her. If he let go, she would roll off him.

Nathaniel looked down at Izabella's pale face, her long, black eyelashes casting a shadow over her eyes. He reached out involuntarily to touch Izabella's cheek, from her eyebrows to her nose.

So, a change in soul really did change a person, even though those eyes and that nose were the same.

"Don't touch me." Izabella's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust. Her revulsion was so strong that she couldn't help but blurt out, "Disgusting."

"I didn't touch you," Nathaniel said. "I touched Bella."

Izabella couldn't reason with someone as psychotic as Nathaniel. She managed to move her upper body slightly, and with a strong twist, she broke free from Nathaniel's grasp. But she ended up falling to the ground, her head hitting the floor and exacerbating her already dizzy state.

An assistant reached out to help Izabella up, but Nathaniel stopped him.

Izabella couldn't move right now, she could only lie on the ground and move her hands slightly. There was no fear of her escaping.

Nathaniel sat in his wheelchair, looking at Izabella curled up on the floor, and said, "Bella is mine. Even after she's dead, her body is mine."

"So what?" Izabella retorted.

"Bring me the box." Nathaniel stretched out his hand to take the box that the assistant handed him. He opened it to find a red liquid and a syringe.

The color alone indicated that it wasn't anything good.

Izabella glanced at the box. Her face showed no fear, only a cold voice saying, "Nathaniel, can't your methods be more novel? It's always the same things. Didn't you say you wouldn't hurt Bella's body? What are you doing with these now?"

"This won't hurt you when it's injected into your body." Nathaniel leisurely took out a syringe filled with the red liquid, which shimmered eerily under the light.

"Do you know about infectious viruses? This is similar. It can be transmitted through blood and saliva. When you die, it will be quiet, and you won't feel much pain. It will keep your body in the best condition." "You're a freak!" Izabella, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't help but curse. Her eyes were hot, and tears welled up in the corners. She couldn't imagine that after this drug was injected into her body, she and Casey would have to part ways forever.

She had finally found Casey after all this time, recognizing him as the man who carried her home that day.

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