Chapter 38
After getting out of the car, Brett took the umbre in one hand and held Izabe''s cold little hand in
the other.
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The solemn atmosphere in the cemetery was somewhat suffocating.
It hadn''t been long since n''s burial, and amidst the tombstone, his grave remained the cleanest,
untouched by time.
A cluster of lilies adorned the front of the gravestone, their petals withered and soaked by the rain.
Izabe crouched down, painstakingly removing the wilted petals one by one. She then used her
sleeve to wipe the photograph disyed on the gravestone. The photo depicted a youthful n in a
suit, his smile radiant and his eyes brimming with vitality.
It was their wedding photo, and alongside it was the picture of Izabe''s mother, taken on the same
asion. The two images harmoniouslyplemented each other, instantly transporting one back
28 years in time.
n may not have been the best father, but he was a devoted husband. Izabe''s mother had
passed away twenty-three years ago, and n had never remarried. He had even purchased the
adjacent plot to her grave in advance.
Though he had feared death, it seemed that his longing to reunite with Izabe''s mother had
prevailed, and now, he had finally achieved his wish.
The reason why n hated Izabe so much might have been because her birth caused the death
of the woman he loved most. He couldn''t do anything about it but had to raise the "murderer of his
wife" himself, watching her face grow more and more like his wife''s.
Raindrops fell on Izabe''s face, and she wiped them off. For a moment, she couldn''t tell if it was
rain or tears on her face.
She knelt in front of the two graves. In the cold weather, her knees felt like they were pierced
through, but she didn''t feel any pain.
She seemed like a faint, lonely soul, ready to disperse with a gust of wind, "Mom, I''m sorry I haven''t
come to see you for so long. I couldn''t protect our home or dad..."
Izabe''s voice was blown away by the wind, leaving only her choking sobs.
After her trembling voice fell, Izabe turned towards n''s gravestone and said, "Dad, I''ll
remember your words."
Brett, positioned behind her, heard every word clearly. His lips tightened into a thin line, and his
eyes grew inscrutable. Indeed, the day before n''s tragic leap from the building, he had visited
him in prison and shared information about Izabe.
Brett''s intention had been to prompt n to treat Izabe better in the future, but he never
anticipated that it would drive n to the point of taking his own life.
Lowering her head, Izabe struggled to regain her footing. She nced up at the umbre
sheltering her from the rain and then at the man who held it for her.
A thought reverberated in her mind: The person who can shield you from the harsh elements can
also bring you to the point where death seems preferable.
Brett said, "Let''s go."
"Be." Just as Izabe was about to turn around, she thought she heard someone call her name
from behind. Her heart trembled, and an indescribable sense of grievance surged from within. Tears
blurred her vision, but she held back and took onest look at her parents'' gravestones.
She had lost her mother at birth, and now her father had left her too.
Brett called her cheap, and she was indeed cheap, as she actually wanted to hear n continue to
scold her.
n was dead, but debts still had to be paid. Izabe sold her possessions and scraped together
the money.
As for the Salotti Group, it had already been acquired by Brett. Izabe sold her shares, leaving
only three percent. Now she was just a titr president, and Brett could easily make her lose
everything.
Izabe tried to get loans or find former partners to borrow money, but everyone looked out for
themselves and stayed away from her, especially after Brett''s warning.
As for the banks, they required coteral for loans. Izabe had nothing left, and no bank dared lend
her money.
She could only watch helplessly as the Salotti family fell apart, even losing their ancestral home.