Chapter 324


    Brett watched the car drive off into the distance, and suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. How


    could there be such simr eyes in the world? Even the way she looked at him was exactly like in


    his dreams, making it unbearable to think about.


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    Liam, panting, ran up to him. "President Windham, what''s wrong?"


    Brett mumbled, "I just saw Izabe."


    Liam paused for a moment, recalling the scene. "You mean the woman who just got into the


    elevator was Izabe?"


    Brett didn''t respond, but his silence was an agreement.


    The woman who entered the elevator had her face covered tightly with a mask, leaving only her


    eyes exposed. Liam didn''t know how Brett could recognize Izabe from just her eyes.


    Besides, Izabe had died three years ago, burned to death on a snowy Christmas day. They all


    knew it.


    "She''s been dead for three years. It''s impossible for you to see her."


    Of course, he knew Izabe was dead. He was the one who ced her body in the crystal coffin.


    He had tested 76 DNA samples, each proving it was her, both real and cruel.


    But just now, in the glimpse he caught in the elevator, he felt as if Izabe had returned. Looking at


    those eyes, he couldn''t help but think of the painful three years he had been through since her


    death.


    Every night he would dream of their past, seeing her struggle in pain in the operating room, the


    stillborn baby being cut out of her, her twisted broken legs after the car ident, and her struggle


    before death leaning against the window in the fire... These were all reminders of his guilt.


    Liam would asionally remind him that it was all in the past, but only he knew it wasn''t...


    Izabe had punished him by having Nathaniel set a fire that killed her.


    For the past three years, he had either been guarding a lonely grave or staring at the sea.


    As Brett thought about these things, the corners of his eyes couldn''t help but moisten. With red


    eyes, he stood in the street watching the car disappear. The more he longed, the more disappointed


    he felt. He stood there alone, like a child waiting to be picked up after kindergarten.


    "Her eyes looked so much like Izabe''s. For a moment, I thought it was her looking at me."


    "There are many people in the world who look alike, President Windham. Over the past couple of


    years, many women who looked like Izabe have been sent your way, but you know they''re just


    lookalikes. They''re not her."


    Liam always had a way of getting straight to the point.


    That was right, none of them were Izabe. At most, they just looked simr... A year ago, Nathaniel


    had sent a woman who looked somewhat like Izabe, even changing her name to match. So


    what? They looked alike and had the same name... but they were not her.


    Izabe died in despair as a punishment for him.


    "If only there were reincarnation and soul possession in this world."


    Liam shook his head helplessly. Brett was going crazy again.


    "The clients have already arrived upstairs in the private room. They''re asking when we''ll be there."


    Brett turned around, reverting back to his cold and heartless demeanor. But if you looked closely,


    you could see the fatigue and weariness in his eyes.


    Brett went upstairs to discuss the cooperation. In work, he was methodical. It was only in moments


    like these that he seemed alive.


    After finishing work at 5 pm, he returned to the Coconut Ind vi, which was decorated ording


    to Izabe''s preferences.


    Three years was enough time topletely erase a person''s existence. No matter how hard he


    tried to preserve her memory, he couldn''t hold onto a trace of her presence.


    Even the sofa that Izabe used to love lying on had be strange.


    Brett slumped on the sofa, looking at the photo on the coffee table. It was a picture of Izabe that


    he had searched for a long time.


    Her photos were ced in every corner of the room, from childhood to adulthood. There were


    pictures of her sleeping with her eyes closed on her full moon, drooling adorably on her hundredth


    day, attending primary school, middle school, high school, and college...


    The photos eventually became pictures of the two of them together and then back to just her.


    Brett touched the photo, as if he could reach through it and caress Izabe''s face. Holding the


    photo, he talked to himself, "I saw someone today, and her eyes looked so much like yours... like


    when you were angry and didn''t love me..."


    "It''s been a long time since I''ve seen you smile, not even in my dreams have you forgiven me." A


    tear fell on the photo.


    Brett quickly took out a tissue and gently wiped the photo, as if handling a fragile treasure.


    He hadn''t cherished her when she was alive, but now he treasured the lifeless frame.


    In the photo, Izabe was wearing a school uniform, her bright smile under the sunlight. At that


    time, her dimples carried sweet happiness.


    He almost forgot that Izabe had once been happy.


    Brett touched his jacket pocket and a cigarette fell out. It was given to him by a client earlier, and he


    had put it in his pocket carelessly. Seeing it now, he suddenly felt like taking a few puffs. He picked


    it up, rubbing it between his fingers. After a while, he crushed it and threw it into the garbage can.


    Izabe didn''t like the smell of cigarettes. If he smoked, she probably wouldn''t appear in his


    dreams.


    Since Izabe''s death, Liam had been in charge of his daily schedule, making sure he ate and


    reminding him to sleep, afraid that he would ruin his health.


    Liam had dinner delivered, two sets of dishes and a soup. Brett ate alone, but set the table for two.


    He picked up a piece of fish with a fork, carefully removed the bones, and instinctively ced it in


    the bowl next to him. "I''ve taken out the bones. This is your favorite part of the fish..."


    He had already extended the fork with the fish when he suddenly came to his senses. The person


    who loved fish was gone, but some habits were engraved in his memory, and even after three


    years, he still remembered.


    Heughed with his head down, tears flowing from his eyes. He carefully ced the fish in the bowl


    next to him and picked up another piece to eat.


    Chewing slowly and swallowing with tears mixed in, his stomach was filled with bitterness.


    In the quiette night, with nothing to do, Brett couldn''t help but think of Izabe, until he felt like


    vomiting blood.


    His mind had been a mess since like two years ago, sometimes going all schizo and acting crazy


    from time to time...


    All the lights in the vi were on ''cause he knew Izabe was scared of the dark, and he hoped she


    could see the lights waiting for her toe home.


    Maybe she''de back...


    The dishes in the kitchen were washed every day, and Brett sat on the couch hugging Izabe''s


    picture frame for a while.


    Hearing a noise from the stairs, he looked up.


    Besides him, there was also an ugly cat in the vi, and that ugly cat was Niki, the one Izabe


    used to hold in her arms back in the day.