Chapter 349
Chapter 349
"Mom." Izabella looked at the smiling woman in the photo, sniffled, and said with a thick nasal voice, "I really wanna see you, I thought I'd see you when I died, but I didn't expect to live another life. Why did I come back, but you guys didn't?"
Why was she the only one who came back?
Did they not even want her when she died?
Izabella wiped the photo on the tombstone. The woman in the photo had a gentle smile, as beautiful as a painting.
She hugged the tombstone, curled up, her head leaning on the photo, like a child snuggling and seeking warmth in her mother's arms.
"Mom, I wish you could hug me." When Izabella opened her mouth, her throat felt stuck with a blade, pulling at the wound and tearing in pain.
Izabella's nose turned red, and she bit her lip, crying helplessly.
She missed her mom so much, wanting her embrace, kiss, lullabies, and hearing these words when she was most desperate and helpless.
"Don't be afraid. Mom is here."
Izabella cried silently, her eyes sore and dry, tears dried up deep in her eyes, and her eyes red like they were about to bleed.
"Dad, Mom, I won't let anyone bully me anymore. I won't repeat my mistakes. I can protect myself and won't destroy my pride and dignity."
As she spoke, Izabella choked back a sob, her mouth bitter. She lowered her hand, turned to another tombstone, deeply bowed, and hit her forehead on the cement ground, leaving a red mark.
"Dad, please protect Mom well down there."
The weather in R City was strange, sunny and rainy at the same time. The sun shone through the clouds, making them golden, but even the most considerable sun couldn't warm this cold place.
The cemetery was quiet, except for the sound of raindrops and birdsong. Izabella looked up, and the initially cold rain became gentle, not irritating when it fell into her eyes.
Izabella sat by the tombstone in the drizzle for a full hour, soaking wet. Her body was cold and weak, just like her previous life. She staggered to her feet and swayed in the wind.
Izabella returned to the store to get an umbrella, and the owner saw her soaked and worriedly said, "I thought you forgot to take the umbrella and left? Look at you, all wet. Wipe yourself with a towel."
"Thank you, but I don't need it." She touched her wet clothes, soaked through. It would be better not to wear them.
Luckily, Casey had bought her several changes of clothes.
"Boss, can I use your restroom?"
"Sure, it's the first one on the left after you go in."
Izabella went in with the bag, changed her wet clothes, thanked the boss, and left the store with the umbrella.
As soon as she left the shop, Izabella saw a car approaching from around the corner, its headlights flashing and illuminating her.
Izabella squinted, holding her umbrella to block the headlights, and her vision was also blocked. The engine sound got closer and closer until it stopped not far from her.
The rain fell on the umbrella with a pattering sound, covering the sound of footsteps.
Izabella tightly held the umbrella, leaning back, looking up at the black Hummer four meters away. The car door opened, and Brett's pale face came into view.
He wore a dark shirt and pants. His eyes fixed on Izabella. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
Izabella's face became even more serious, thinking, how dare Brett show his face here!
Recalling the past, Izabella clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms but not feeling it. Hatred filled her emotions, and she tried to stay calm, her lips stiffly curved into a forced smile, pretending nothing was wrong.
Brett didn't use an umbrella, got out of the car, and walked straight into the rain. His eyes were deep, filled with obsession, attachment, surprise from regaining something lost, and fantasies of reconciliation.
He approached Izabella and took off the small hair tie from his finger, "Izabella, look, I found it, the hair tie you threw into the river."
Izabella stood still, watching Brett come closer step by step, finally standing before her.
She still had to look up at him, but this man had lost his qualifications to be arrogant.
Izabella calmly looked at him for two seconds and finally met his eyes, her lips slightly moving, "So what?"
"Didn't you say that you would forgive me if I found this hair tie?"
"You believed that?" Izabella sneered, her eyes full of ridicule.
Brett's face quickly became stiff, and his pupils contracted. He stubbornly believed Izabella wouldn't lie to him and repeated the question, trying to confirm the truth.
"You said, as long as I jumped into the river to find the hair tie you threw in, I could come to see you, and you would forgive me. right?"
"Brett, have you ever heard a cicada call in winter?"