Chapter 15
Watching trabe walk over alone, those reporters who had just been hesitant all rushed up, holding
their microphones to ask all kinds of tricky questions
Izabe’s small body was squeezed in the crowd. She let her body being constantly pushed
crowded, and pulled Her sick and feverish brain was already slow and facing these peoples sharp
stares and questions, she felt like she was being deround alive
Amid the chaos. There was a loud “bang” Somebody a camera hit Izabe’s forehead, the sharp
edge scraping the flesh and tearing a small wound
Bright red blood flowed from her forehead into her art making everything blood red Binded by the
re, Izabe had to close her eyes and wait to adapt to the brightness befow opening them again
The reporters in front of her seemed not to have noticed her injury and kept getting close. One of
them even asked an irrelevant question, “Ms. Satoff, we heard that Mr Windham had a fance four
years ago, and it was your involvement that separated them is that true?!
As soon as the reporter finished, there was an uproar around him trabells and Brett had never been
photographed together in their four years of mariage Everyone spected that their rtionship
was unhappy due to their alliance manage Nobody thought there would be such a big scoop
So Irabia was a homewrecker? Thats a snful existence
trabe wiped the blood off her forehead with her hand. The small and thin face showed a bright
smile towards the cameras, but the smile was cold and rigid, somewhat terrifying
in front of the reporters, every bit of tabe’s actions would be magnified Staying silent meant
admitting guilt,ughing meant mocking and disrespecting others what a shameless woman
Just as they were about to continue questioning Izabe suddenly stood in an open space bent her
knees and knelt down. She still held her spine straight as if nothing could bring her down
The reporters were taken aback and then boiled with excitement. The elder sister of the Salotti
family trabe, actually kneeled down in front of the cameras!
Therefore various hot headlines appeared on various inte tforms
– tabe kneels down to try to save her marriage and apologize to the original partner
Izabe confesses and kneels down for her “murderer father
– the Salotti family’s daughter a mistress? kneeling in the street to beg for forgiveness
All the cameras were aimed at her, capturing her kneeling image.
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“Ms Salot, now that the Salotti Group is facing bankruptcy will Mi Windham divorce you?” Another
sharp question came from the reporters
The sh focused on Izabe’s face trying to capture her subtle expressions. However, no matter
how long they aimed, Izabe remained expressionless.
The surrounding noise was deafening, with an empty void in Izabe’s eyes. The feeling of
loneliness swarmed from all directions, as if trying to devour her.
The dark clouds above were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were going to copse at any
moment. After a few muffled thunders, the wind and clouds rose, andrge raindrops hit Izabe on
the nose, her
Evshes quivering
The videographer saw the raining down and immediately took the camera back. The reporters
also left one after another to find a ce to shelter from the rain, and soon only Izabe was still
kneeling in the
rain
The rain soaked her face, and the clothes on her body clung tightly to her skin, frozen and cold It
felt like the cold seeped through the sun and into the bones making her soul shiver
Bett was standing not far behind het, watching her kneeling in the rain like a puppet. When Liam
arrived with the bodyguards, the crowd had already dispersed
The bodyguards surrounded tabe in a circle not letting the onlookers get close
Without knowing the truth. Liam clicked his tongue, stood beside Brett and asked, “Why is Ms.
Salotti kneeling? How long has she been like this?”
“Not long just half an hour”
Liam nced over figuring Brett must have made her kneel. The reason for kneeling wasnt known
If Brett said it would be half an hour, it would be half an hour not a second less. Liam looked at the
woman in the middle of the road and suddenly felt a bit sorry for her
The deceased’s family somehow knew Izabe was kneeling here A group of people ran over
regardless of the heavy rain and threw the rubbish they had prepared at her
A green can hit Izabe’s forehead wound directly and the yellowish liquid mixed with her blood and
covered her entire face.
A few secondster, a womans voice came from the crowd, shrill and sharp
“Izabe, your dad deserves to die! You’re not a good person either! Your whole family is a guel
Scum!”
“Yeah, her father got into trouble and she had disappeared for four days to hook up with men”
“Not a single good person in the Salotti family, n’s death was a relief to many families”
“Hit het No one cares, hit her right in the face!”
The atmosphere around them got tense, and people threw whatever they had in their hands at
Izabe The bodyguards standing in front of her got hit too but endured it with furrowed browar
Being used by everyone, Izabe’s dignity was shattered bit by bit
The surroundings were chaotic, Izabe’s frail body swaying left and right The pain was unbearable
her head, stomach, and knees every part of her body hurt
izabes eyes remained hollow her pale lips tightly pressed together She took a breath, and the
cold air entered her chest. The straightened spine gradually could no longer hold…
Brett frowned, his eyes still deep No one could understand his thoughts Liam, standing next to him,
cautiously asked. “President Windham, do you think we should help her?”
The rain wasing down heavily and the once–t ground was now full of puddles Droplets
sshed and ripples emerged Liam looked at the Izabe kneeling on the ground and felt a cold
whoosh on his body Brett pursed his thin lips without making a sound. His gaze swept over her,
feeling that Izabe seemed to be crying. He had always been indifferent to her tears, but today
something was different
Brett looked at his wristwatch, the half–hour was up, right on the dot. He reached out his hand,
“Give me the umbre”
Liam hesitated for a moment and quickly epened the umbre in his hand and handed it over
Brett strolled through the rain under pfs umbre, the raindrops hitting it loud like pelibles, and his
natural charm caught the nces of passersby
He stood in front of Izabe, harding the umbre to shield her from the rain. Only then did Izabe
react slightly staring up at Brett intently, as if she were looking through him at another person.
That’s how they stared at each other, one standing one kneeling She was lowly while Brett was
superior
The rain dripped into her eyes and became hot as it stirred, and Izabe, with a shaky voice, asked
hoarsely, “is it time?”
“It is You can get up now”
Izabe didnt more not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t She had already been
weak, locked up for four days and kneeling in the downpour for half an hour Even she didn’t know
how she managed to keep going
The cold invaded her knees, and she felt like they were stabbed by pins She couldn’t help but
cough, one light heave almost bringing up blood
“Brett, how many years have we known each other?”
Brett doubted if tabe might have gone crazy from the cold, asking such a question out of the blue
But he answered anyway. “Six years
Izabeshook her head and inexplicably replied that “Not six years, but sixteen”
in mat spring, all she wanted was to remember and love him well a thought that wouldst for
sixteen whole years
Whether it was their meeting six years ago of her forcing him to marry her four years ago, it was all
the result of a decade–long scheme.
sjust that she had calcted the beginning but hadn’t considered the end. She wouldn’t have
imagined in her wildest dreams that Brett could be so cruel to her