Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 236

Patrick's facial expression did not change much, but his eyes obviously cooled for a moment.

Brett did not want to waste time pleasing his grandpa, he had said that he was not interested in the Windham family's business, his main purpose of coming today was to cause trouble for Nathaniel.

Nathaniel was not too surprised either, he had known for a long time that Brett would not be able to stand it and would come looking for him, he hooked his lips, the corner of his mouth bearing a wicked smile.

"Stay away from my people."

Nathaniel raised his eyes and spoke indifferently, "Is it necessary to come and question me in the middle of the night just for having a meal together? What's yours will remain yours, even if I wanted to, I couldn't take it away, and if it's not yours, naturally you can't hold onto it. Isn't that right, big brother?"

Brett spoke in a deep voice, "Let's talk outside."

Nathaniel stood up.

As soon as the two of them stepped outside, Brett grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, his fist heading towards his face.

Fortunately, Nathaniel dodged quickly. The punch only grazed his cheek, but it still broke his skin and it stung a bit.

Nathaniel frowned at Brett, " You can’t even tolerant that? Then what if your woman betrays you and gets in bed with me, wouldn't you want to..."

Although he knew Nathaniel was deliberately provoking him, he didn't know why, but hearing the word "betray," he felt annoyed.

He did not speak as much as Nathaniel, for people like Nathaniel who have no restraint, fightings are the ultimate argument. His body reacted before his brain could, and he punched Nathaniel in the face.

Caught off guard, Nathaniel hit a tree next to him, breaking off a branch.

A corner of Nathaniel's mouth was bleeding from the punch. Brett was powerful, the punch landing on his face made his head shake and a sense of dizziness surged, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing the sound of the fight, the old butler in the house was a bit shaky. Looking at Patrick who was sitting on the sofa closing his eyes and recharging, he couldn't help but speak up: "Master, Mr. Windham and Mr. Krueger are fighting."

"I know, I'm not deaf."

"The fight seems quite serious, should we send someone to intervene?"

Patrick slightly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing deep in his eyes, "What's there to stop? It's not the first time they've fought, it's quite normal for brothers to quarrel, as long as no one dies, wait for half an hour then go check on them."

The butler thought: Is this what you call a small quarrel?

Patrick knew the temperaments of these two, they often used to fight over the same thing, he hadn't expected that even after seven years they were still the same, seeing this scene made him somewhat nostalgic.

Patrick closed his eyes again to continue resting.

Brett grabbed Nathaniel by the collar, lifting him up, his jaw muscles tense, he sneered menacingly: "Nathaniel, watch your mouth, if you want the Windham family, I can give it to you, but if you covet what I have, I can break your legs!"

Brett was not just making threats, he was the kind to act on his words. Nathaniel, propping up his weakened body, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I have a cleanliness fetish and don't like to pick up things that others have used, but Brett, do you really think you can keep Izabella for a lifetime? If I'm not mistaken, Izabella should be taking anti-cancer medication now, and she seems to have amnesia and doesn't remember anything, you also didn't tell her the truth."

"Are you afraid she'll remember something and leave you?"

Brett's face instantly darkened, "How do you know all this?" He dared not think, if Nathaniel unintentionally told all this to Izabella, would Izabella remember anything.

Ever since Izabella woke up, he had been very careful, creating a pack of lies, avoiding mentioning the past as much as possible, for fear that Izabella would recall everything and leave him.

But now Nathaniel actually knew about it, a savage look flashed across Brett's face, he took a swing again, but this time Nathaniel caught it.

"I know even more." His tone was frivolous, as if deliberately trying to provoke Brett, he stared at Brett and slowly said, "Like the marks on her collarbone where a sharp object has pierced, and the burn on her chest, fingers that have been pierced by steel needles."

Brett seemed to realize something, his pupils contracting violently.

Nathaniel's brown eyes were slightly filled with evil intent, he leaned in close to Brett's ear, "You don't know how heartbroken Izabella was crying under me that day, even thinking about it now makes me itch."

"It was you."

Nathaniel spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's okay, I have hundreds, even thousands of such photos. I should thank you for giving Izabella to me that day, otherwise, I wouldn't have such beautiful pictures. In addition to the photos, I also have an hour-long video. Do you want me to show it to you?"

"Delete them!" Brett's voice rose sharply. His tie was skewed due to his violent movements, and he stomped hard on Nathaniel's injured knee.

Nathaniel winced in pain, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. "I won't delete them. Even if you beat me to death, I won't. Oh, by the way, if you really do accidentally kill me, my backup videos, which are worth millions, might just get leaked out. Then they'll get passed from one person to another, can you delete them all, Brett?"

"And even if you could, I'm afraid Izabella would go crazy if she saw them and remembered who was responsible."

Brett's expression twisted instantly. He silently stared down at Nathaniel, and exerted force on his foot, grinding it into Nathaniel's knee.

Nathaniel didn't cry out in pain despite his gritted teeth, and with all his might, he shoved Brett. Before he could touch him, Brett delivered a kick to his ribs, sending Nathaniel flying into a wall with a loud bang.

Nathaniel couldn't help but curse. He had never once won a fight with Brett in all these years. Sometimes, talent really was a troublesome thing.

Brett's blows were lethal, not enough to kill, but they caused extreme pain. His skin was torn and his bones felt like they were breaking.

Despite the excruciating pain, Nathaniel kept fueling the fire. He changed the topic, his voice hoarse, "What will happen if Izabella regains her memory? How will she face you, the one who has scarred her?"

Brett was the real culprit, and he was just an accomplice at most.

"Brett, do you regret it now? Do you regret using Izabella to exchange for Kaley?"

Brett approached him, his eyes filled with malice.

In a short while, Nathaniel's mouth was swollen, and his half-closed eyes showed he was barely hanging on. "Is it useful for you to get angry at me? Which part of what I said is not correct? Weren't you the one who handed her to me? It serves you right to regret it now."

Brett placed the tip of his shoe under Nathaniel's chin, both his actions and words filled with humiliation, "Nathaniel, do you really think I can't deal with you? I don't want your life, I want you to wish you were dead. You wanted to avenge your bitch mother, didn't you? Let's see if you have the means to do so."

Somehow finding the strength, Nathaniel watched Brett approach. When he found the right opportunity, he raised his hand and grabbed Brett's leg, throwing him to the ground and landing a punch on his face.

Brett bared his teeth and pinned Nathaniel's neck down, landing several punches on his face.