Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

Nathan visited Master Moore, but in just a month, Master Moore's hair had turned gray, and the wrinkles on his face were like carved marks of a knife. The whole person had become old and dispirited. He seemed like an old man who had entered his seventies.

Nathan saw Master Moore in such a state, and he felt no sympathy for him at all. The only concern he had was for Victoria: if she were to see Master Moore like this, she would probably be upset and saddened, wouldn't she?

"I will find a way to rescue you. But you must tell me the whole story. I need to hear the truth," Nathan said, with a serious expression on his face.

Master Moore burst into tears. "Nathan, I really didn't rape Ava. It was Thea who deliberately framed and set me up. Ava and she were in cahoots."

Theo heard for the first time that Master Moore was suspected of attempted rape, and his eyes widened in horror, once again reshaping his perception of Thea. "You're her own father. She actually accused you like this? She ruined you, isn't she afraid of ruining herself?"

Master Moore said, "I have also advised her that if I had any political stain, it would affect her and the future children. However, she said she would never get married in her lifetime, let alone have children." Nathan stared wide-eyed in terror.

Thea's despair for love was the shadow he brought upon her.

He had a very complicated mood. On one hand, he hated Thea for hurting the vulnerable Victoria, but on the other hand, he regretted bringing such immense pain to Thea.

"So, what happened to Theo?"

Master Moore exclaimed excitedly, "Nathan, the person I truly wanted to harm was Thea. It was Theo who rushed to save Thea, and I accidentally injured him. They say I intentionally killed Theo, but I didn't." Nathan's face turned grim. "So you intentionally committed murder, it's just that you killed the wrong person?"

Master Moore's face turned pale, realizing that his words were nothing but an admission of his guilt. He quickly denied, "No, it was Thea who provoked me with her words. I couldn't control my anger and that's why I stabbed her."

"Why did you bring a knife to see her?"

"It was a coincidence. You know, I always carry a self-defense dagger in my bag, and I happened to use it that day."

Nathan looked into Master Moore's panicked eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to detach himself from this mess.

Thea also inexplicably felt a surge of compassion.

"Isabella, having a father like you is truly a stroke of bad luck for eight generations," he muttered under his breath.

Master Moore was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Nathan, don't just blame me. You haven't treated her well either. It's both my fault and yours that she has become so heartless." Nathan was startled.

He weakly threw out a sentence, "Since you have no remorse for your actions, you can continue to stay inside."

Master Moore panicked, "Nathan, don't be like this. If I don't go out, Victoria will be worried. You can't just watch Victoria be sad and upset, can you?"

Nathan felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed a fly. The feeling of being threatened and controlled almost made him lose control.

Master Moore continued, "Furthermore, if you don't rescue me, then be prepared for Thea's clutches to reach out for you. She, after all, despises you the most. If I end up in this predicament, I truly wonder what fate awaits you."

Nathan sneered, "I am different from you."

Master Moore was considered a waste in his eyes.

Master Moore, seeing that Nathan was unyielding, had no choice but to lower his face and beg for mercy. "Nathan, please help me escape, and I will listen to you in the future. Is that okay?"

Nathan said impatiently, "Wait for my good news." Then he left with a stern face.

Master Moore rubbed his hands with joy, "With the support of Nathan, I can quickly go out, and accomplish two tasks at once.

He returned to the concentration camp where prisoners were held, and there was a prisoner who looked

at him with a particularly strange gaze, scrutinizing him for a long time.

Master Moore felt very anxious and he avoided the man. However, the man approached him and initiated a conversation, saying, "Are you surnamed Moore?"

"Um, yeah," Master Moore asked, confused, "Do you know me?"

The man showed a "friendly" expression and said, "I was good friends with your daughter. She told me to take good care of you."

Master Moore frowned unhappily and muttered under his breath, "It must be Isabella, only she would associate with such unsavory friends."

The man suddenly revealed an evil

look in his eyes, but lowered his voice and said, "Brother, since we are acquaintances, I won't hide it, from you. Actually, I am the culprit of a serial murder case ten years ago, and Tam soon to be executed. Before I die, I want to find someone to accompany me on the journey to the underworld."

Master Moore trembled in fear.

The man asked him, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, no fear... You may not know how to break the law?"

The man patted his shoulder and said, "I was just kidding with you, buddy. Can you come with me to the bathhouse? Can you help me scrub my back..."

Master Moore remained motionless.

The man stared. "What, unwilling to help me?" He said this with a particularly frightening expression. Master Moore trembled and said, "I will go. I will go."

Shortly after Master Moore followed the man into the restroom, a horrifying sound was heard.

The bathroom was filled with blood, and Master Moore lay on the ground with his ankle artery severed.

The man wore a devilish and lascivious smile as he said, "Mr. Moore, your daughter entrusted me to take good care of you. You truly are a failed father.'

Master Moore's eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief and astonishment shone through them. Was it her?

Did she really treat him so harshly?

The blackened Isabella, for the first

time, made Master Moore feel fear. He realized that he could no longer treather as the child he could bully

at will. Y

A rain shower came pouring down.

The rain washed the streets, making the dusty streets spotless.

Thea stood by the window,

overlooking the ground below the tall buildings. Despite the distant distance, Thea's gaze still accurately fell on a few children below.

The little girl sat huddled on the flower terrace, wearing a floral-patterned shirt.

Thea stared straight at her. Tears glistened.

"Kassie," she murmured dreamily.

She suddenly lost control and slowly pushed open the window, her head unconsciously leaning out. "Kassie, wait for mommy."

The phone suddenly rang, instantly pulling Thea's scattered mind back together.

She walked to the phone and answered the call.

The phone call was made by someone from the prison.

"Hello. Is this Ms. Moore? Your father had an accident. Please come over immediately."

Thea's lips curled up as she said, "I'm sorry, I can't leave right now. But I have an older sister, you can contact her first."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Thea couldn't hide her little joy.