From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 743 Your Mom Wants to See Isabella "I want to see her too," Brent sighed. "I want to apologize to her. After all these years, as a husband, I failed her. I wasn't a good husband." Penelope said, "Just take care of your lover. My mom doesn't need your apology. She'll be better off without you!" "Yes, I hope she gets better and stays healthy. Honestly, I'm too embarrassed to see her, and she probably doesn't want to seeeither. But..." Brent hesitated for a few seconds, and Penelope had already walked out of the room.

"Penelope! Penelope!" he shouted loudly. "But I think your mom wants to see Isabella! Can she truly bear never seeing the daughter she raised again?" Penelope acted as if she didn't hear him and kept walking without any pause.

Brent kept shouting behind her.

She walked faster and faster until she couldn't hear any sound at all! Nicole wanted to see Isabella? She probably did. She had subtly mentioned Isabella a few times in front of Penelope.

Penelope didn't understand and thought Nicole was just reminiscing about the past. But now, with Brent's mention, Penelope realized.

Nicole was silently expressing her longing.

Let alone raising a daughter, even raising a dog for so many years would create a bond that was hard to let go of.

But what would happen if they met? Nicole wouldn't easily ask for a favor.

At the door of the room, Debra peeked out and looked around. "She's gone, not even a shadow in sight!" She quickly closed the door. "Brent, what did you mean by that last sentence? Do you want Isabella to see that woman?" "Yes." "Why? Do you think her plea can save Isabella?" "Let's give it a try," Brent said. "We don't have any other options now. Only she can say a few words of plea in front of Penelope. Even Brandon can't." Debra stomped her foot. "If it can't save her, what's the use?" "At least it might make Isabella suffer less and live out her life peacefully." "With nothing left, not even freedom, what's the point of living like that?" Brent asked, "Do you want Isabella to die?" "Forget it, you don't understand!" Debra was the type who either wanted to live a high-class life or die tically! Mediocrity and ordinariness were not the life she wanted! And Isabella had inherited this trait from her! They had very similar thoughts! They both wanted to be high-class people, by any means necessary, unscrupulously achieving their goals! "I understand, Debra. After all these years, how could I not understand you?" Brent said. "Unfortunately, I can't give it to you. If you want to leave, you can go now. I won't stop you." Go where? Debra had no money and no place to go now, so she might as well stay here! At least Brent could still protect her! She also wanted to wait and see if there could be a turnaround for Isabella! "I may be shallow and love money, but I'm not a heartless woman." Debra picked up a pack of medicine. "I'll go make you smedicine. You rest well." Brent looked at her and suddenly started laughing.

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñel5sto catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! "Debra, our relationship has always been aboutunderstanding what you want, and you understanding what I'm thinking. Although we're immoral, we understand each other the best." Brent understood Debra's scheming! Debra also understood Brent's lecherous and chauvinistic nature! It was because they were both selfish and similar that they could last this long.

Someone like Nicole, who was born noble, never worried about money, had principles and a secure life, would never understand people like them, who would do anything for a little benefit! As long as they could live better! They would do anything! Debra walked towards the medicine room, but before leaving, she said, "Hang in there, Brent. We've been together for so many years, I still want to stay by your side. Changing to someone else at this tmight not be as good toas you are. Besides, I'm not young anymore." "Alright, after my surgery, let's see how things go with Isabella." Brent had already made up his mind.

In the end, even if nothing was left, even if Isabella was gone, he would do his best to protect Debra.

In the high-end hospital ward.

Penelope arrived at Nicole's room.

"Mom," she placed the fruit basket and bouquet on the table. "Do you want an apple? I'll peel it for you." "No need, I just had a bowl of fish soup, I'm full. Why are you here again? Aren't you busy with work?" Penelope replied, "It's not the tfor new jewelry releases, so it's relatively free. Mom, are you worried my credit card won't go through?" She teased to lighten the mood.

Nicole laughed. "You're always joking."

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5sto catch every twist and turn. The next M ve chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! "Mom, the card is for you to use," Penelope said. "Not for you to keep." "You're just repeating what Mr. Davis told you, aren't you?" Penelope playfully winked.

She now understood Kelvin's feelings.

Spending money on someone she loved was truly willing, not afraid of them spending too much, but afraid they wouldn't spend!

Nicole held her hand. "Sit. These past few days, I've been feeling much better, not as short of breath andh weak as before Having a daughter around really makes a difference. No wonder people always talk about the joy of family, I understand now." "I'll spend more twith you when I can, Mom." "You young people have families and jobs, how can you have so much time?" Nicole said. "I'm just saying, seeing you occasionally is enough for me." "Mom, you probably want to see your granddaughter too, right?"

Nicole's eyes lit up. "Yes, of course! I haven't even seen a picture of Lucy. I can't find any online, and the few I do find are pixelated, can't see her features clearly." Penelope replied, "I have son my phone. But I think in a few days, I'll let you see Lucy in person." "No, that's not okay," Nicole quickly waved her hand. "Showthe photos first!" "Alright, alright, right away." Penelope took out her phone and opened the photo album.

Her phone was filled with daily photos of her two kids, aside from sdesign drafts.

She had documented every moment.

From the tSam and Lucy were born, she had photos of every stage, all saved.

"Mom, this is Lucy's one-year-old photo. Look, chubby cheeks, and her double eyelids are already showing." "This is her learning piano."