From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 548 Isabella, You Might as Well Admit it Planting witchcraft in Brandon's body was her last-ditch effort, her final hope, but now it seemed her gamble had flopped.

No, it wasn't just a flop; it was a full-on exposure! Brandon had already let go of Isabella's hand and, right in front of her, poured out the red wine from his glass! Isabella gasped, staring at the pool of red wine that looked like blood.

It wasn't just wine he poured out.

It was her blood, the witchcraft she had nurtured with her blood! So close, just a little bit more, but it still failed! For Isabella, this was a crushing blow! "Why!" After a few seconds of silence, Isabella suddenly screamed like a madwoman, "Why was Kelvin at my house? The owner here is named Mitchell, not Davis! Brandon, did you bring him in? What did you two do? Did you install surveillance in my house? Have you been spying on me? Brandon, answer me! Why are you doing this to me!" Isabella, with her hair all over the place, looked like a lunatic.

No, she was a lunatic! Brandon looked at her calmly, "Isabella, you really should look in the mirror and see what you've become. What exactly has made you so ugly!" "Ugly? Ugly?" Isabella couldn't handle that word! In front of Brandon, she had always kept up a beautiful image, showing him her best side.

But he said she was ugly! Isabella touched her face, her fingers trembling uncontrollably like a headless fly, "Where's the mirror? Letsee what I look like now!" Screaming, she stumbled through the room, knocking over tables and chairs. Bruises quickly appeared on her legs, but she seemed unfazed, her eyes frantically searching for a mirror.

And in the vast Mitchell family home, no servants appeared.

Soon, Kelvin and Penelope arrived.

Just as Isabella was rushing straight towards the door, Kelvin immediately wrapped his arm around Penelope's waist, pulling her into his embrace and sidestepping to avoid Isabella.

Isabella's forehead slammed heavily against the door! Blood trickled down her forehead.

Then, Isabella seemed to be drained of all her strength, her body sliding down the door, collapsing to the ground. Penelope, seeing this, instinctively took a step back.

Brandon quickly walked over and bent down to help Isabella up.

"Why do you still care about her?" Kelvin said, "She's not worth it!" "She has done many wrong things, but she doesn't deserve to die." Brandon still harbored feelings for their past.

As long as Isabella turned back, sincerely repented, and admitted her mistakes, she could still be forgiven! Isabella's eyes were wide open, unblinking, her gaze empty.

In fact, she knew very well what was going on and knew she had been exposed, but she was unwilling to face it, even more unwilling to admit it! No matter what, Isabella still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

How could she lose? She wouldn't admit defeat! If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! She could help Madison complete the plan, so why was she full of flaws in her matters. "Brandon, that wine was specially prepared for you. Just? Kelvin's eyes were filled with contempt, and his gaze towards Isabella was full of murderous intent! Brandon helped Isabella to the sofa in the living room.

"Wine, drink the wine," Isabella pleaded, grabbing Brandon's sleeve. "Brandon, that wine was specially prepared for you. Just try it, even just a sip, okay? Please, Brandon, grantthis one last request." She cried uncontrollably, her tears mixing with the blood dripping from her forehead, flowing down together. It was terrifying! Brandon took out a tissue, helping her wipe the blood off her face. "Isabella, just admit what's wrong with that wine." "Nothing's wrong; there's nothing wrong with it, Brandon. I'll pour you another glass; you drink it, okay? You drink." She cried as she tried to run to the dining room again.

Brandon looked at her with no sympathy or pity, only a sigh. "Isabella, you still don't feel sorry. The one who's really changed and been pretending all along is you, not me." "I haven't changed! I always loved you! Only you!" Isabella said.

Kelvin sneered from the side, "Is your love that terrifying?" Isabella turned to look at him. "Mr. Davis, you say I'm terrifying? Everyone in LA knows you're the terrifying one with your cruel and vicious methods!" "I've always been openly ruthless, never doing anything in the shadows," Kelvin replied. "What about you? Isabella, are you sure that bottle of red wine is really red wine?"

"Yes! It's red wine!" Unexpectedly, Isabella insisted. "I drank it. If I can drink it, what else could it be but n wine! Brandon, you sawtake it from the wine caband open it in front of you! Aren't you going to say something now? Are you just going to let Kelvin slanderlike this?" Brandon looked at her steadily. "Isabella, you are not innocent."

If you're loving the book, nel5sis by where the adventure continues. poin us for the complete experience-all for free! The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Not innocent. One sentence made Isabella's face turn ashen. "You don't believe me? You believe Kelvin?" Then she asked, "Then why did you helpto the sofa, why did you wipe the blood off my face! Brandon, we've known each other for over twenty years, grew up together, we should be on the sside!" "I used to think so too. Until you hurt Lucy," Brandon said.

Isabella shook her head like a rattle. "I don't understand what you're saying. What does Lucy have to do with me?" She said this, but Isabella knew very well in her heart.

No wonder when she served Brandon food, he didn't touch his knife and fork; he had been guarding against her all along! This meal, the reason Brandon agreed to cwas to expose her face-to-face, to catch her red-handed! When did Brandon start suspecting her? And Kelvin! Wasn't Kelvin under Madison's witchcraft and hypnosis?

Brandon said, "Isabella, at this point, you should just admit it. As long as you admit your mistakes and correct them, I can guarantee that no one will make things difficult for you!" "I don't listen; I don't understand." Isabella still shook her head, suddenly standing up. "This is my house. Get out, all of you! Get out!" She wobbled as she pushed Brandon, but with her strength, Brandon naturally stood there unmoved.

"Fine, if you don't leave; I will!" Isabella said. "My house has been taken over by you, with cameras installed, lurking in the rooms, and I was like a fool, knowing nothing." Kelvin took a step forward, blocking her path. "It's not that easy." Isabella gritted her teeth. "Mr. Davis, what do you want?"