From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 710 Isabella Admitted Her Mistake "It's because you're stubborn and refuse to listen to me," Brandon said. "You need to face your mistakes and turn over a new leaf. Can you do that?" Isabella bit her teeth hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth.

She stared fixedly at Brandon.

"Can you do that?" Brandon asked softly again. "You just need to admit your mistake. Leave everything else to me." Isabella continued to look at him.

After a long time, she asked, "If Kelvin letsgo and I gain my freedom, can we still be together?" "Isabella." She interrupted irritably, "Yes or no!" "It's impossible," Brandon said. "We can't be together anymore." Isabella nodded. "Okay, I understand." In her mind, she had already outlined her life after a fresh start.

She would leave LA, her mother would becDebra, Brent would lose the Mitchell Group, with no status and no money.

Brent, Debra, and she would beca family of three, living a poor, ordinary, and oppressed life.

If they occasionally ran into old acquaintances, they would be ridiculed and looked down upon.

The proud Isabella couldn't accept this.

She would rather die than live such a life! But Isabella said, "Fine, I apologize." Brandon was taken aback. "Really? You've thought it through? You're willing to admit your mistake?" He was a bit excited, his hand unconsciously gripping Isabella's arm wound, causing her to hiss in pain.

Brandon quickly let go.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." "Isabella, are you really..." "Really," Isabella said. "Brandon, I'm tired too." She looked up at the Walker family's living room, the place she had lived for many years.

She had hoped to becthe true mistress of this place, looking forward to the day when, after getting married and receiving the certificate, people would call her "Mrs. Walker" instead of "Ms. Mitchell." Isabella waited and waited, but that day never came.

And it never would.

She had also lost the identity of "Ms. Mitchell." Isabella began to pace around the living room, touching the decorations.

"I suddenly don't know what I'm holding on to," she said. "I have no home, no love, no freedom, I almost lost my life. I still need to keep this life, right, Brandon?" "Yes, Isabella, no matter what, you have to live well." "Yes, living means there's a chance. Everything is possible. If you're dead, then there's really nothing left." Isabella laughed self-deprecatingly. "Why didn't I think of this before?" Living allowed you to do many things.

Isabella thought, if she just died like this, it would be too unfair.

Lucy was already awake and normal.

Penelope's life was so happy and fulfilling, having everything she wanted, living a high and wealthy life. She couldn't accept that.

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Now, Penelope was completely at ease.

No, she couldn't let her be so comfortable.

A calculating gleam flashed in Isabella's eyes.

But because she had her head down, no one saw it.

Brandon didn't notice either. He didn't expect Isabella to suddenly cto her senses, he was very surprised.

"Isabella, it's great that you can think this way!" he said happily. "You still have family; you're still so young. Your future is bright!" Isabella nodded, as if she had figured it out suddenly.

"Yes, Brandon, I met my biological mother, the man I've always called dad is indeed my dad. I know who I am. I'm not an orphan. I'm happier than many people in this world." "Right." Brandon's expression was very gratified. "It's really great that you can think this way!" At this moment, Brent walked in from outside.

He looked worried. "Brandon, can you ;ask them not to be so rough with Debra? I'm anxious but can't do anything to help." Isabella took the initiative to respond, "Dad, let Mom wait for me, tell her not to make trouble, not to hit or bite people. The bodyguards won't do anything to her." Brent was about to nod, but then he thought of something, looking at her in shock and surprise.

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and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site Divinow! e Brent looked at Brandon. "She..." "Isabella has cto her senses," Brandon said. "She's willing to admit her mistakes and repent." Brent was extremely excited, his mouth open, joy written all over his face. "Really? That's great!" He had just been out for a while; what happened in the living room?

Just now, Debra's few words had stirred up a storm, the scene instantly fell into chaos Brent m thought there would be a big mess, but unexpectedly, it calmed down so quickly. He saw Isabella walk up to Kelvin and Penelope.

Kelvin's expression was indifferent, his sharp gaze fell on her, swept lightly, and then moved away. Penelope stepped back.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that Isabella was a terrifying woman, unwilling to get close.

The next second, Isabella knelt on the ground.

"I'm sorry," she began to admit her mistake. "Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis, because of my selfishness and malice, I brought you so much trouble, made Lucy fall under a spell and lose her clarity. helped Madison dp such beinous things; it was a huge mistake. I never realized before what kind of disaster I had caused, now, after going through so much, I finally understand. Before, I was too silly, too stubborn, that's why I refused to repent and went against you. Now, under the teachings of my parents, and Brandon's persistence in not giving up on me, I've cto my senses. It's all my fault. I don't know how to ask for your forgiveness, I can only kowtow." After saying that, Isabella bent her body, her forehead heavily hitting the marble floor.

It sounded painful.

This kowtow, Isabella did it too earnestly! But unexpectedly, this was just the beginning.

Isabella began to kowtow continuously, each theavier than the last.

Soon, blood began to appear on the floor.

Isabella's forehead was a bright red mess, flesh and blood blurred.

She had no intention of stopping, as if she couldn't feel the pain. She continued to kowtow one after another.