From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 562 Kelvin Cto the Mitchell Family "Ever feel like you never wanna go through that again?" Kelvin asked.

"Nope," Isabella shot back, stubborn as ever. "It's nothing." Kelvin smirked. "Still as stubborn as always, I see." "I can handle it. Besides, if I die, no one will know how to break Lucy's spell," Isabella said.

"You won't die," Kelvin replied. "You'll live until I decide otherwise." Isabella bit her tongue and hung up the phone. She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, until she heard footsteps outside. Brandon had arrived.

"You called for me?" Brandon asked, standing by the bed and frowning at Isabella's disheveled state. "The poison acted up?" "It did, but I'm clear-headed now," Isabella said.

"You don't have to suffer like this. If you just..." Brandon began.

"Brandon, stop trying to persuade me," Isabella interrupted. "Even if the poison acts up three times a day and I feel worse than death, I won't let Lucy wake up!" Brandon sighed deeply. "Why put yourself through this?" "Without you, my life has no meaning. Living is pointless, so I might as well do something thrilling," Isabella laughed. "Let's see if I can hold out longer or if Kelvin's patience runs out first. After all, Lucy is his precious gem, the little princess of the Davis family." Brandon looked at her, covered in wounds and blood. This was the first time, but over time, how could Isabella withstand it? "Don't be stubborn," Brandon urged. "You made it through the first time, but what about the second, third, or tenth time? Can your body endure such torment?" Isabella laughed. "Do you think I'm that delicate? Can't take a bit of pain? Lettell you, Brandon, you really underestimate me. I'm far stronger than you think. I can endure this poison and won't beg Kelvin for the antidote!" "Yes, Isabella, you're not only stronger than I thought but also more cunning," Brandon said.

Jaden'dryavera whiter'srmits Wovittant you seentler ear line, you udan't loven meraitymore, you even despise me, right?" Brandon took out a tissue and carefully wiped the blood off her face, revealing Isabella's skin bit by bit. "The Isabella I knew was gentle, gracious, a good homemaker, managing the family well and socializing effortlessly. A perfect candidate for a wife," Brandon said.

"I know you like that," Isabella replied. "So I played that role." "But that was just an act, not the real you," Brandon said.

"Would you like the real me?" Isabella asked.

Brandon withdrew his hand, looking at the blood-stained tissue, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Isabella, we've known each other for over twenty years. I'm trying to save you; don't give up on yourself," Brandon said.

"You were the one who pushedinto hell!" Isabella's emotions suddenly flared up. "Brandon, what does Penelope have that made you abandonfor her? The reason I've becso ruthless is because of you!" Brandon frowned. "Because of me?" "Yes! Because you got close to Penelope; because you pampered and indulged her more than me! I was jealous!" Outside the door, Nicole heard the argument inside, worried. "Isabella... oh, how will this end?" Nicole blamed Brandon in her heart.

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! The engagement was set, the wedding date was fixed, and Isabella had been knee-deep in wedding prep for months. Then, out of nowhere, Brandon drops the bomb: "The wedding is off." And he couldn't even give a straight answer, just stammering and being all vague.

The Mitchell family was furious, but they kept their cool. No way were they going to the Walker family to make a scene. They had their pride and status to think about.

On the Walker side, Brandon was already the head honcho. If he said no to the wedding, that was it. The Walker family couldn't do squat about it.

"Mrs. Mitchell, Mrs. Mitchell!" the butler crunning. "We have guests, please go greet them!" With the Mitchell family's status in LA, Nicole rarely had to greet anyone personally. Who could it be? "Mrs. Mitchell," the butler said urgently, "Mr. Davis and Mrs. Davis from the Davis family are here; they're in the living room downstairs!" The Davis family? Nicole immediately picked up the pace. "We can't neglect them! Have someone keep an eye on Isabella; don't let her do anything foolish. Report toimmediately if anything happens!" "Yes, Mrs. Mitchell," the butler replied.

With Brandon there, Nicole felt a bit more at ease.

In the living room, Kelvin sat calmly on the sofa, eyeing the teacup in front of him with a slight smile.

This was his first tat the Mitchell family home. In all of LA, there were no prestigious families he would personally visit. None.

Kelvin's presence was a big deal for the Mitchell family. It was an honor! 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! So Nicole hurried downstairs to greet them. But whether Kelvin's visit was a blessing or a curse was hard to say.

"Mr. Davis," Nicole smiled. "What brings you here today? I'm sorry for ΟΥΤ' the inadequate reception; please don't take offense. I've already called Brent; he's on his way back. Please wait a moment." Nicole instructed the servants to bring fruit and snacks, hosting them very thoughtfully.

"Brent is working overtat the company today; I'll chat with Mr. Davis and Mrs. Davis for now. I hope you don't mind," Nicole said.

Kelvin responded with a faint "Hmm." His demeanor and presence made it seem like this was his territory! Penelope wasn't as shameless as him and felt it was polite to respond. Reciprocity, after all.

She smiled lightly and said, "Mrs. Mitchell, you're too kind. How could we mind? This tea is sweet, a rare good tea." "If Mrs. Davis likes it, I'll have the servants pack sfor you to take home," Nicole offered.

"Thank you a lot, but that's not necessary," Penelope said. "It's not proper."

She looked at Nicole. Nicole was very dignified and elegant, clearly a typical lady raised with strict manners from a young age. A natura noblewoman. Although Nicole was over fifty, her skin was smooth and tight, with only faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Her hands were soft and tender, clearly never having done rough work.

Penelope was observing Nicole, and Nicole was also secretly sizing up Penelope. She had heard many ON "legends about Penelope but had only seen her from a distance before, never this close. Nicole thought Penelope seemed quite amiable and easy to get along with.