Chapter 364
"Ms. Salotti, I''m afraid you have to personally handle this issue."
"What do you mean?" asked Izabe, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Liam exined, "Nikki has been holed up in Flower Garden ever since you passed away and never
once ventured out. It throws a fit every time someone tries to take it out. President Windham and I
are too wary to mess with it, so we need you toe over. Or how about we set a time tomorrow,
and I arrange a driver to pick you up?"
Izabe''s heart ached at the mention of Nikki. How was the foolish cat that tried to save her from
the fire doing now? It refused to leave the vi; was it still remembering the words she said before
she died, asking it to wait for her?
"No need for that; I''ll go there myself. Tomorrow at 9:30 AM." Izabe hung up after saying that.
After the call, she felt her hair wet and sticky against her skin; it was ufortable. She then got a
hairdryer from the closet.
The weather in July was the hottest of the year. Izabe was blowing her hair with the fan while
using the hairdryer. The hairdryer only had a hot air setting, and it enveloped her hair in heat.
She looked at the lights outside the window, feeling uneasy, probably because she had to meet
Brett Windham again tomorrow.
That night, Izabe couldn''t sleep. She looked at the money in her ount and nned what she
would do next. First, she would find a partner to start apany, then acquire an economic
company when she had a solid foundation.
Izabe hadn''t signed the cancetion contract yet because the follow-up work would be
troublesome.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.
The contract for "Blood Ties" was signed by thepany. If she left now, she might not get to do
the drama, and it could even lead to awsuit, which would dy the crew''s progress.
But if she didn''t leave, thepany would continue to exploit her.
So the best way was to acquire thepany''s shares, be thergest shareholder, and not
worry so much about it.
After breakfast the next day, Izabe called a cab to Flower Garden.
Three and a half years after her death, there was no change in Flower Garden; it was as if the fire
happened yesterday.
She looked at the vi that had imprisoned her for nearly two years, especially the bedroom on the
first floor with floor-to-ceiling windows. Although a long time had passed and the burned ces
have been renovated, she seemed to still see the unwashed blood stains and dust there when her
gaze swept over them. Her toes involuntarily curled, feeling a sudden burn.
Physical wounds can heal, but how can those that hurt the soul heal?
Even after all these years, even though she had a new body, the pain she once suffered was an
excruciating experience that would make her heartache whenever she thought of it.
She couldn''t forgive Brett because the wounds she suffered in herst life were too severe, and she
feared repeating the same mistakes.
After taking a deep breath, Izabe walked towards the vi. Although they were all in the same city,
it was much cooler here in Flower Garden.
As Izabe walked with her head down, she felt a strange gaze and reflexively looked up. A tall
figure directly entered her field of vision.
Brett was standing at the gate, wearing the white shirt Izabe liked.
As Izabe slowly approached him, her excellent vision allowed her to clearly see the reflection in
his pupils.
After hesitating for a moment, Brett said, "Nothing here has changed." His eyes were full of deep
affection, as if he wanted to bring up the past to evoke some beautiful memories from Izabe.
In fact, this ce brought some happiness to Izabe.
During the time she lost her memory, Brett pretended to be good to her, and Tiara loved her like her
own daughter. Although she didn''t have children, she had a cat.
Brett looked pale, his voice trembling with weakness.
At 9:30 in the morning, the golden sun shone through the shade of the trees, the leaves swaying in
the wind. Izabe''s hair fluttered slightly in the wind; she was wearing a nude shirt and a white
knee-length skirt; she looked as if she had walked out of a painting.
Carrying her bag, Izabe said contemptuously, "This ce has always been the one I hated the
most; you probably forgot that I was imprisoned here by you, sitting in a wheelchair, and burned
alive by the fire."
When Izabe said this, she was slightly sarcastic without any hatred.
Brett was in pain, and when he looked at Izabe again, her eyes were distant and full of wariness.
Despite the hottest time of the year, he felt cold and shivered, as if he had been thrown into an ice
cer in the dead of winter, covered with a thinyer of ice. He clenched his fists hard but couldn''t
feel anything.
The ce he cherished was the one Izabe hated the most.
"I''m sorry." Before he could finish his sentence, he started coughing, feeling pain in his chest. His
body was so cold because he hadn''t slept all night and had been waiting for Izabe here since
dawn.
His mouth was filled with a sweet metallic taste. Brett clenched his teeth and swallowed the blood in
his mouth, but his throat became itchier, and he covered his mouth to cough quietly.
Izabe didn''t want to hear Brett''s apology anymore. The words "I''m sorry" had be a cliché out
of Brett''s mouth.
"Where''s Nikki?"
Brett finally stopped coughing; he covered his mouth, and his voice sounded hoarse and
unpleasant: "I''ll take you in."
Izabe deliberately kept a distance from him; she walked behind him, looking at Brett''s back. She
felt that Brett seemed to have lost weight.
Brett, three years ago, was always head-high and full of contempt when he looked at people. He
was always on top, but now he seemed to have lost his backbone.
Izabe didn''t have time to observe him; she was full of thoughts about Nikki, who had been waiting
for her here.
She walked into the vi, looked around, but did not see the cat.
"You call it."
Izabe softly called "Nikki" in the empty house.
Her gaze swept around, finallynding on the bedroom where she was burned to death three years
ago. A small figure walked out from there.
It was struggling to move, its body shaking. The rag-doll cat that once curled up in her arms while
shebed its fur was now practically bald.
The cat was missing an ear and half its tail, but in Izabe''s eyes, it was still the most beautiful rag-
doll cat.
Nikki was standing in the doorway, looking at her timidly. It wanted to approach but didn''t dare; cats
have a strong sense of pride. It had always dreamed of seeing Izabe, but when it finally saw her,
it was afraid to get close, fearing she would reject it for being ugly and dirty.
Izabe thought she wouldn''t have much emotion in her life, but the moment she saw Nikki, she
started crying.
Worried about scaring it, Izabe squatted down slowly and softly and said, "Come here, Nikki."
Nikki wobbled towards Izabe, sitting down half a meter away. It looked up at her with its little head
tilted. Its voice, damaged in a fire, was unpleasant, so it didn''t dare to make a sound. It just stared at
Izabe without blinking.
Nikki''s eyes were blue, like beautiful crystals. Its pupils dted and shone, reflecting Izabe''s
image.
Although it couldn''t speak, its eyes were telling Izabe that it had been waiting for her for a long
time, hoping she would pet it.
Izabe reached out with trembling hands, gently stroking Nikki''s head.
Nikki wanted to nudge her hand with its head, but it suddenly stopped, remembering its burned ear.
Izabe''s heart ached. She bent down and carefully cradled it in her arms, dropping a kiss on its
head.
"Nikki, I''m here to take you home."
In that moment, the cat cried. Tears flowed from its watery eyes, dampening its fur.
It had waited three years, and finally, Izabe hade for it.