Chapter 769 Leave Her Body Intact
"Leave her body intact," Brandon said. "I'm begging you, consider it as clearing the debt between Penelope and me. With everything I've done for her, she doesn't owe me anymore."
Kelvin raised an eyebrow slightly.
For Isabella's body, Brandon was willing to forgo all the favors Penelope owed him?
"Fine," Kelvin agreed immediately. "Do whatever you want with her. I find her troublesome and filthy anyway!"
Kelvin turned and walked away.
Everything here had nothing to do with him anymore.
Because there was no one he cared about left!
Brandon took a deep breath, slowly walked to Isabella's side, knelt on one knee, and raised his hand.
"What are you doing?" Debra slapped his hand away. "Don't touch her, no one is allowed to touch her!"
"I just want to close her eyes."
"No! If she wants to keep them open, let her. Because she's still alive," Debra said. "If she closes her eyes, she'll be dead, completely dead!"
Debra's mental state seemed off.
Isabella's death must have been too much of a shock for her.
Brandon withdrew his hand. "Uncle Brent, take her aside."
Brent sighed, "Let her hold on for a while. She won't have the chance to hold her again."
Those words were pitiful.
Brandon nodded silently.
But when the police approached, Debra became even more agitated. "What are you doing? I'll bite you, believe it or not! Don't come near, you can't touch her!"
She went crazy, not only pushing the police away but actually biting them.
That counted as assaulting an officer!
"Take her away and give her a sedative," Brandon said. "She's mentally disturbed and a bit deranged."
Brent, afraid others might hurt her, quickly stepped forward and held her arm. "Debra, it's me, Brent. Look closely, yes, stop causing trouble. Let's leave here first."
Debra stared at him. "It's you, Brent. Look, this is our daughter. I gave you a daughter, isn't she beautiful?"
She cautiously added, "Don't be mad at me for not giving you a son. It's my fault, but it's okay, we can still have more children. I'm healthy, not like Nicole, who struggled to have even one."
"Daughters are good too, they're considerate!" she said, smiling.
Brent nodded. "Yes, Debra, daughters are good too. Come, I'll take you back to the ward."
"Okay." Debra suddenly became very obedient. "Let the nurse take care of our daughter. Let's go."
Brent turned his head, tears streaming down his face.
Debra seemed to have gone mad, mentally unstable.
Isabella's death was too much of a blow for her!
Brandon slowly walked forward, bent down, squatted, and raised his hand.
His hand was trembling uncontrollably.
But he still slowly closed Isabella's eyes. "Rest in peace, Isabella."
When he raised his hand again, Isabella's eyes were closed, no longer as haunting as before.
"You just died like this," Brandon muttered to himself. "You just left, without considering the feelings of those still alive?"
"Yes, I don't love you, but someone does. Don't you care about Uncle Brent's feelings at all?" Looking at Isabella's tragic death, Brandon felt no fear.
Only a hollow sense of powerlessness.
It felt like a strong wind was blowing into his chest, howling and raging.
From now on, there would be no more Isabella in this world.
He continued, "I did everything I could, but I still couldn't save you. Instead, I was mocked by Kelvin, who laughed at me for never seeing your true nature."
"Isabella, how could you be so determined to die?"
"Is it so hard to admit your mistakes? Is it so hard to repent? Is admitting your mistakes harder for you than dying?"
Brandon lowered his eyes, looking at the pool of blood at his feet.
And the blood on his fingers, all of it was Isabella's.
When the police approached, Brandon said, "Let me handle her body."
"Okay, who are you to her?"
"I..." Brandon suddenly paused.
Who was he to Isabella? Just an ex-fiancé.
"I was entrusted by her parents to handle her affairs." After a long time, Brandon finally spoke. "Her parents couldn't bear the shock and have already left."
"Alright. Sign here."
Brandon nodded, numbly complying with the procedures.
Others avoided Isabella's body, not even wanting to look at her deathly state.
Brandon had no such reservations, even personally wiping the dirt off her face.
He also saw the various new and old wounds on her arms and chest.
At the entrance of the operating room.
Kelvin stood by the window, hands behind his back, watching Brandon's every move downstairs.
Brandon was too kind. Facing a vicious woman like Isabella, he could still handle her body with care.
If it were up to Kelvin, he would have thrown Isabella into the wilderness, fed her to the wolves and eagles, leaving no intact body, not even the right to be buried!
He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the light in the operating room.
Connor sat on the bench, hands clasped, muttering something, seemingly praying.
Hoping Sam would be okay.
Such a small child, stabbed multiple times, especially the deep wound on his neck, losing a lot of blood, it was dangerous.
Kelvin whispered, "Sam is worthy of being my son."
Sam was brave and responsible, stepping up at the critical moment to save Penelope from Isabella!
No wonder Penelope always doted on him and loved him so much!
He deserved Penelope's affection and Lucy's favoritism!
The surgery continued.
Midway, the head nurse came out.
Kelvin and Connor quickly surrounded her.
"How is he? Is Sam okay?" Connor asked, "Is there any danger to his life? Or any lasting effects?"
"So far, the surgery is going well. But the patient has lost a lot of blood, and we need to get more from the blood bank," the head nurse replied. "There's no immediate danger to his life, it's all external injuries. Once the bleeding is stopped and he gets a blood transfusion, there shouldn't be any major issues. However..."
Kelvin's eyes darkened. "Speak plainly."
"He's just a small child. After this kidnapping, he might have psychological trauma. So, the family needs to plan for his psychological counseling afterward."
Hearing this, Kelvin actually breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He believed in Sam's mental resilience!
If it were another child, they might be traumatized, become timid and scared, and take a long time to recover from the kidnapping.
But this was Sam.
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