Chapter 300


    Her thin body was cold as frost, freezing to the bone. No matter how much he covered, he couldn''t


    warm her up.


    Brett was very nostalgic as he described Izabe''s facial features.


    Liam stood aside, the morgue itself was dark, and the icy temperature was scary as hell.


    Now, seeing Brett talking to a corpse, Liam was so frightened, cold sweat breaking on his back.


    This scene looked creepy, and Liam felt that Brett had lost his mind and suffered a mental


    breakdown.


    Liam was faint-hearted, and he had never been so close to a corpse before. As he looked at


    Izabe, he didn''t seem as scared as he had imagined.


    He felt a little sad. Just two weeks ago, Izabe was perfectly fine, but now she had be an ice-


    cold body, just like the four-month-old baby taken from her belly.


    Liam felt sorrowful with some guilt in his heart. His indifference was also instrumental in Izabe''s


    death.


    Brett had indeed lost his mind. His state now was like the Izabe before, who had a miscarriage


    thrown downstairs and ended up with schizophrenia.


    One moment he said Izabe was just asleep, then said she was dead. He said that the person


    lying there was not Izabe and talked about him only having a nightmare where Izabe was dead.


    But if he woke up, she would wake up too.


    The next second, Brett suddenly lifted his hand and bit hard. People said that in extreme pain, he


    could wake up from a nightmare. But why hadn''t he woken up after biting his hand and drawing


    blood?


    Tasting the salty, bloody taste and biting his hand until it bled, Brett still didn''t stop. The tearing force


    seemed to want to bite right through his hand.


    "President Windham!" Liam forcefully pulled at his hand. "What are you doing?"


    "I dreamed she died. She died. I lost her." As he spoke, Brett raised his hand and pped himself


    hard.


    Liam felt choked up and said, his eyes reddened, "President Windham, your wife is really gone.


    She''s dead."


    After wiping away tears, he said hoarsely, "President Windham, when you asked me if you were


    good to your wife, I lied to you. You were terrible to her. You caused the death of her father,


    bankrupted the Salotti family, and confined her at home, robbing her of her freedom. Her stomach


    cancer is rted to you.


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    n the day her father was sentenced, you made her kneel in the heavy rain for half an hour while she


    was subjected to malicious nders and humiliation from the media. You caused two miscarriages;


    she had multiple stomach cancer attacks and vomited blood, but you never believed her. Her


    bing a vegetable was because of you, as well as her amnesia. Even her legs were crippled


    and burned alive in a room with closed windows and doors because of you.


    She never owed you anything. It was always you who owed her."


    Struck by lightning, Brett knew all too well about everything Liam said, but he just didn''t want to


    admit it. Once he did, what could he possibly use to love Izabe?


    He owed Izabe too much. Even if he gave his life, he couldn''t make up for it. So, he would


    deceive himself over and over again, that everything he did was for Izabe.


    Brett frowned, his face twisted like a beast trapped in a corner.


    Liam quickly finished speaking, his throat dry and painful. He released Brett''s hand, "President


    Windham, please let her go and let her rest in peace. She suffered in life because of you. Now she''s


    dead, are you still going to torture her?"


    Brett shook his head, unwilling.


    He then started a crazy DNA test on the body, but no matter how many times he checked, it was


    Izabe. Holding dozens of DNA test reports, tears welled up in his eyes. He cried, like a child who


    lost his favorite toy.


    "It’s not her. It''s not her. Why lie to me?" He felt the whole world was deceiving him.


    Liam, concerned for his safety, followed him closely these days, watching him increasingly sink into


    madness. Liam shook his head.


    "President Windham, if you think it''s not her, bury her." Liam said.


    He might be slightly sober at this point.


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    Brett felt the whole world had gone wild, and his nerves jumbled like a that tightened more and


    more until his whole body spasmed in pain before it stopped.


    He held no less than 70 DNA test reports in his hand, from every hospitals in J City.


    But all the results were 100% matches. Looking through the DNA test reports, he only needed one


    that didn''t match.


    But he couldn''t find one that didn''t meet the standard. He had been deceiving himself for a week


    and now had to face the fact that Izabe was dead.


    Izabe was really dead. The Izabe he''d been married to for five years, who cooked for him, and


    whose pride had been tortured into depression by him. she was really dead.


    Brett had a crystal coffin made, and the room where the coffin was ced had a very low


    temperature. Only like this, Izabe''s body wouldn''t rot.


    Liam could no longer persuade him. Now, Brett undoubtedly had shrank back into a shell that Liam


    could not enter, and Liam could only wait for Brett to choose to let go.


    But as long as Izabe''s body was still there, he would never let go.


    Liam looked at Brett sitting next to the crystal coffin, showing a bitter and self-mocking smile.


    It sounded harsh, but Brett had no right to arrange for Izabe''s body.


    Brett and Izabe''s rtionship was the most familiar and alienated ex-rtionship in the world.


    The ex-husband didn''t even qualify to sign a death certificate.


    Because Brett wouldn''t admit that Izabe was dead, few people knew about her death until now.


    When Tiara returned home from J City, everything had changed. She cried silently for a long time,


    sorted out her emotions, and began to take care of the injured Niki.


    Niki,ying at the vet clinic, almost kicked the bucket a few times, but pulled through each time. It


    remembered Izabe''s words, telling it to live a good life and wait for her to find it in the next life.


    Tiara watched over Niki while knitting a sweater. The pale yellow yarn slowly shortened as she


    carefully knit the sweater, adjusting it to Izabe''s size.


    Tears kept streaming down her puffy eyes, wetting the yarn in her hands, making it feel all icky.


    The person who used to talk to her by her side was gone, and the cat who loved to y with the


    yarn ball had also fallen. It felt just like yesterday when Tiara had encouraged Izabe to cheer up


    not long ago.