Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 139

Madam Moore, like a guilty child, cowered in her wheelchair, trembling. "Isabella..." she opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But her title made Thea even more devastated. She seemed like a crazed lioness suddenly charging towards Madam Moore, then gripping Madam Moore's arms and roaring excitedly, "Don't call me Isabella, I hate this name, I'm not a Jo."

Madam Moore was at a loss for words, "Please don't be angry..."

The more she spoke, the angrier Thea became. "Why did you deceive me? I watched myself do foolish things just to please him. You are my mother, how could you allow your own daughter to degrade herself for a man who has no blood relation to me at all?"

Madam Moore sobbed, "I... I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much I hurt you..."

"What's the use of a half-hearted apology? It can't fill the deep chasms of sorrow in my heart."

Thea finally got tired and calmed down.

She sat dejectedly on the sofa, glaring coldly at Madam Moore. "Actually, you didn't deserve to be a mother at all."

Madam Moore was deeply angered by the accusations against Thea. In her opinion, it was absolutely outrageous for younger generations to criticize their elders.

But she could no longer indulge her emotions by hitting or scolding Isabella whenever she was slightly dissatisfied with her, as she used to do in the past.

Ever since Madam Moore found out about the inhumane things Thea did to Master Moore, she has been fearful of Thea.

She trembled and said, "He is now paralyzed in bed, with neurological disorders, incontinence of both urine and feces, living without any dignity. You have also avenged him. Your hatred should also come to an end."

A layer of haze clouded Thea's eyes as she said through gritted teeth, "Not enough."

Madam Moore's nerves immediately tightened, Thea's hatred, like a spark, was spreading everywhere. It made her feel fearful and uneasy.

"What do you... want?" she asked, trembling.

Thea said, "The pain I have experienced, I want all of you to taste it."

Madam Moore, with a pale face, reasoned with Thea, "Isabella, you simply lost a kidney. Yet, you are still living a glamorous life. Look at what you have done to us, causing such misery. You should be content."

Thea's eyes suddenly seemed to be bloodshot. "What do you mean you just lost a kidney? Betrayed by the closest person, stabbed in the back by the most trusted person, you should also taste this despair."

Madam Moore couldn't understand Thea's pain. She thought she was being unreasonable and her expression was numb as she said, "If I were to experience these things you've been through, I would only feel grateful, grateful for the encounter. Instead of suffering and despair. It's because you have a narrow mind... you can't tolerate even a grain of sand in your eyes."

Thea clenched her fist tightly and said, "Remember what you just said."

Then she turned around and went upstairs.

That night, Thea cried until dawn.

The next day.

When Thea went downstairs, she felt that the atmosphere today was particularly tense and oppressive. It was not until she saw a dignified and elegant man standing in the living room that she realized where this sense of suffocation came from.

Theo heard the light footsteps coming from the stairs and suddenly turned his head. When he saw Thea's bloodshot eyes, a coldness lingered in his gaze.

He walked over and reached out to touch Thea's eyes. However, Thea evaded his hand, not wanting him to see her timidity.

Theo got angry. He clenched her chin fiercely and said, "Who made you cry?" His voice was filled with hostility.

Madam Moore was so scared that she dropped the water cup in her hand.

Theo turned around and angrily scolded her, "Useless old thing, can't even hold a water cup."

Madam Moore's head was so low that it almost touched the ground.

Thea didn't want to tear open her wound and expose it to others.

But Ava was indignant and stood up for her. "Mr. Sanchez, it's all because of this old thing. She said a lot of outrageous things last night, and it was her who made her sister cry."

She knew that Thea was easily swayed, so she turned to Thea and pleaded, "Thea, I am your mother, you cannot treat me like this. If you do, you will be struck by lightning."

Thea couldn't bear it and couldn't help but move forward a little.

Theo, however, stepped in front of her, as if a wall blocked Thea's line of sight.

"Theodore..." Thea looked conflicted.

Theo angrily said, "I forbid you to interfere. If you're not happy, then I'll make her even more unhappy."

Thea felt a warm feeling in her heart when she saw him angry.

She has always been clear-minded and would never chill the heart of someone who cares about her for someone she doesn't love.

"You're happy, that's all that matters," she smiled gently and then turned around, leaving gracefully.

Theo watched as Thea left, a hint of a smile appearing in his icy demeanor.

Such a good Thea, others may not care, but as long as he cares, it's enough.

After Thea left, Madam Moore lost her protection.

Ava, the little witch, completely unleashed her nature and poured the drugged hot water directly into Madam Moore's mouth.

Madam Moore screamed loudly from being scalded.

"Someone is going to die!" she desperately cried for help.

Ava said evilly, "Don't worry, I won't let you die. If you die, I won't have any fun. I have to keep your life. Slowly torture you."

Not long after the potion was swallowed, Madam Moore felt an unbearable itch on her face. She vigorously scratched her face, and soon her skin was torn apart. It was a horrifying sight, with blood and flesh all over. However, the more she scratched, the more addicted she became, unable to stop at all.