Chapter 303


    "What?" Mrs. Felton seemed unable to understand what Presley was implying in his words, her face


    full of confusion and fear.


    Presley calmly watched her face, then looked away and coldly said, "Izabe is dead. Mom, are you


    guys satisfied now?"


    --"Mom, are you guys satisfied now?"


    Upon hearing these words, Mrs. Felton shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, her fingertips


    trembling slightly and her eyelids turning red.


    "How could Izabe die? How could she die?" Mrs. Felton asked incessantly behind him.


    Presley moved his luggage and paused for a moment before saying, "Everybody dies eventually.


    She was diagnosed withte-stage stomach cancer three years ago and wasn''t expected to live


    much longer. If I hadn''t forced her to take her medication, she probably wouldn''t have made it past


    two years."


    Mrs. Felton''s face turned pale, tears welled up in her eyes as she cried, "She was diagnosed with


    late-stage stomach cancer three years ago, why didn''t you tell us?"


    "Because she was afraid that you guys would worry so she asked me to keep it a secret. Mom,


    Izabe never did anything wrong to us, but what have we done to her?" Presley said.


    "You guys knew that Brett was bad to her and he’s the culprit that ruined her family. So why did you


    help Brett fake evidence that she had a mental illness during her divorce trial?"


    As Presley finished speaking, his emotions began to surge wildly again. He took a deep breath and


    yelled with a choked voice, "Do you have any idea what that meant to her? She was abandoned by


    the people she cared about the most, and we became the final straw that killed her!"


    Presley''s every word stabbed like a knife. Each time he thought about how his parents had been


    kicking Izabe when she was down in his absence, his heart ached as if there was blood stuck in


    his throat, ready to spit out at any moment.


    Mrs. Felton lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, and her tears fell uncontrobly. She cried


    heart-wrenchingly.


    How could this be? Izabe was dead, killed by their own doing.


    As if unaware of the crying behind him, Presley resolutely pulled his suitcase and left.


    Mr. Felton heard the sobbing and saw Mrs. Felton sitting on the doorstep with tears and snot


    pouring down her face. His heart raced, and he grabbed a few tissues to help his limp wife up.


    "What''s wrong?" He asked.


    As Mrs. Felton leaned against him, her hands clutching his clothes tightly, she sobbed violently and


    shook her head, muttering, "Our dear Izabe. We once treated her as our daughter. She''s dead."


    Mr. Felton reacted faster than Mrs. Felton, but he still couldn''t believe it. "Who told you?" He asked.


    "Presley is going to J City to collect Izabe''s body. You know how much he cares about Izabe;


    he wouldn''t joke about such a thing to provoke us. It''s our fault. We''ve hurt Izabe. If you hadn''t


    testified in court for Brett back then." Mrs. Felton said.


    Presley was right. They were thest straw that killed Izabe.


    Mr. Felton''s eyes reddened, and he regretted the series of wrong decisions they''d made. People


    didn''t like to admit their mistakes easily, and they stubbornly believed that time would solve


    everything.


    But they forgot that time could also change everything so that in the end, there wouldn''t even be a


    chance to apologize.


    Nobody liked Izabe when she was born. The Felton family initially took care of her out of pity. But


    as the young girl slowly grew up, their feelings evolved from pity to true fondness.


    Mrs. Felton liked girls but couldn''t have another child due to health reasons. Therefore, she treated


    Izabe as a daughter and even thought about marrying her off to Presley.


    Deprived of affection since childhood, Izabe rarely felt secure. As long as someone was remotely


    nice to her, she would repay them tenfold.


    Izabe yed a significant role in earning the Felton family their wealth and status. After taking


    over the Salotti Group''s industries, she signed a long-term partnership agreement with the Felton


    family.


    Later, when the Salotti family fell into trouble, Izabe sold all her shares to the Feltons to prevent


    them from getting dragged down, and ripped up the previous cooperation agreement.


    Brett tried to suppress the Felton family from behind the scenes, but due to Izabe, who


    sessfully securednd on Starry Brilliance Ind for their coboration, the Felton family


    avoided bankruptcy.


    But what did they do? While they referred to Izabe as their "daughter", where were they when she


    was mistreated by Brett? Where were they when she was diagnosed with stomach cancer? Where


    were they when she developed an actual mental illness in the hospital?


    Izabe was secretly brought to J City by Brett. Although they were aware, they turned a blind eye


    and even tried to keep their distance, fearing that they would be the next Salotti family.


    Mr. Felton was feeling extremely remorseful and was in deep anguish, holding his wife in pain. “We


    are sorry to her; we have caused her suffering. We made a big mistake. We are sorry, Izabe.”


    The coldness of her own father, the constant curses from her brother, betrayal from the closest


    people, the abuse from the perpetrator, even the indifference of the bystanders, all gradually broke


    her wings that were meant to soar in the sky.


    Despite knowing Brett''s abuse, they handed him the weapon to destroy her.


    They were all responsible for Izabe''s death.


    Presley and Lucas boarded a flight to J City. After the nended at 8 pm, Presley immediately


    contacted the J City Police.


    They were told toe back tomorrow.


    As soon as Presley heard it, he knew things weren''t that simple. Grief didn''t cloud his judgment. He


    believed that Brett couldn''t leave Izabe alone when she was alive, so it was certain that he


    wouldn''t now that she had passed away.


    Taking Izabe''s body away might be even more difficult than he had imagined. All he could do now


    was wait and see what tomorrow would bring.


    Lucas, looking anxiously, asked Presley after he hung up the phone, "What''s happening?"


    "We''ll spend the night in a hotel and wait for the call from the Police Department tomorrow." Presley


    replied.


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    "Why?" Lucas was dumbfounded, his eyes red, "We''re already in J City, so why can''t we see her?"


    Presley, looking exhausted, said, "This is Brett''s turf. If my guess is correct, Izabe is still with him.


    We can''t take her away for now." Power was something that always left people feeling helpless.


    Presley gave a bitter smile. Now, his greatest fear was that he would not even be able to take


    Izabe''s body away, leaving her in the hands of the person she hated the most.


    Lucas fell silent. For a moment, his heart was overwhelmed with various emotions, feeling on the


    verge of copse, helpless, and in pain.


    Presley looked at him, heartbroken and inconsble, without any emotional upheaval in his heart.


    He whispered mockingly, both to Lucas and himself, "Now that you know how painful it is."


    Even after leaving R City, the sounds of Presley''s parents crying over Izabe''s death still echoed in


    his ears.


    People in this world were strange. They couldn''t get the ones they love, and when they did, they


    didn''t cherish them. Together, they were always doubting each other. Yet when they lost one


    another, they started to reminisce. After reminiscing, they realized it was toote. In the end, their


    lives were full of regrets.


    After Izabe''s death, everyone began to love her. But what use was that now?