Chapter 19 He was the true culprit behind Katherine's death! At this thought, Theodore's body swayed a few times, a sharp pain spreading from his chest, so intense that his vision blurred with stars. But he knew he couldn't collapse yet; he still hadn't finished avenging Katherine. With a few pills to case his condition in his mouth, Theodore strode down the cliff and returned to the Bagnall's villa. Just as he was about to push open the master bedroom door on the third floor, Theodore and the others clearly heard ambiguous sounds coming from inside. Isabelle laughed happily: "We'll leave this afternoon and never come back. As for my daughter, as long as I abandon her, the Bradshaw family won't just ignore her." Another person laughed even more heartily: "You really are cold-hearted, aren't you? After all, she's your own flesh and blood." "Flesh and blood? That child looks just like her father. She disgusts me, and taking her with me would only bring trouble." Those outside frowned uncomfortably as they listened to Isabelle's contemptuous tone. Although this circle wasn't exactly clean, parents as cold-blooded as Isabelle were truly rare. Unexpectedly, Isabelle continued, "I've sold everything Theodore gave me, and I've already arranged with a fake death agency." "This afternoon we'll stage a fire and burn this place to the ground. By then, whatever I've sold, he won't have any ev- idence left." Derek and the others looked at Theodore with concern, afraid that these words would trigger another attack. Everyone knew that Theodore's only tenderness was reserved for Isabelle. This belief hadn't changed, even after it became known that Theodore had fallen in love with Katherine and that there were problems with Isabelle. But now, Theodore simply picked up a baseball bat, kicked open the door, and before anyone inside could react, he struck the man who was working hard with a fierce blow. The man, who had been moving on Isabelle, went limp from the blow. Isabelle cried out in pain as well, but she only had time to cover herself before she looked at Theodore in terror, re- treating again and again. 0.0 % 09:44 She backed up to the head of the bed, and Theodore's baseball bat lifted her chin. His presence was like that of a god of death: "Isabelle, do you really think you have a permanent get-out-of-jail-free card?" Isabelle shook her head repeatedly: "No, Theo, I... this is all a misunderstanding..." "A misunderstanding?" Theodore sneered mockingly. "Was it a misunderstanding when you deliberately set me up to save you, or when you bullied Katherine in every pos- sible way, or is it a misunderstanding that you and this man dirtied my bed?" With every sentence, Theodore struck the man's back hard. By the end, the man couldn't even cry out in pain, and the tool of the crime had become a pool of blood. Yet just minutes ago, Isabelle had been talking about eloping with the man, but now she cared only for herself. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched his sleeve, pleading: "Theo, I was with him because I had no choice. If he hadn't saved me, Lyndon would have beaten me to death. I saved your life once-you should understand me, right?" Seeing Theodore's cold expression, she repented again: "As for Ms. Acrea... I know her death is hard for you to ac- cept. I targeted her only because I loved you too much and couldn't let go of any chance to be close to you." She wrapped the blanket around herself, crawled on her knees to Theodore, her beautiful big eyes full of pitiful ap- peal. Everyone said that the Danford family's daughter was most famous for those soulful eyes. Just one glance could make someone lose their mind for her and willingly give everything. Even someone as cold-blooded and privileged as Theodore was no exception. 56.4 % 09:44