Chapter 328 The Weight of Regret
The events of that day replayed vividly in Elliot’s mind.
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He remembered Willow’s face breaking out in red hive–and his fury erupting like wildfire. He’d stormed over to Lauren and shoved her hard.
She’d been so frail that even that light push sem her crashing into the dining table.
Dishes flew off and shattered on the ground.
Lauren fell into the shards, her hands slicing open as blood spilled across the floor.
But he hadn’t shown a shred of concern. Instead, he’d yelled at her, face twisted with rage.
“I barely pushed you! Don’t pretend you fell–your little tricks don’t fool us! You hurt Willow, and now you’re trying to frame me? What, hoping Mom and Dad turn against us so you can inherit everything. yourself? You’re disgusting!”
Lauren’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head desperately. I didn’t-
“Don’t call me that,” he snapped. “I don’t have a scheming sister like you. As far as I’m concerned, Willow is my only sibling.”
He didn’t even glance at Lauren’s bleeding hands. He just scooped up Willow and rushed out the door with their parents, headed straight for the hospital.
They didn’t come home until late that night.
By the time they returned, the dining room had already been cleaned, every trace of the accident scrubbed away.
Lauren was sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting.
The moment she saw them, she got up and walked over concern etched across her face. “Is Willow okay? Did the doctor say she’s alright?”
But all he could see was her pretending to care.
His father’s expression was ice cold. “If you’re really sorry for what happened to Willow, then kneel here all night. Anyone can say sorry. I want to see action. And if you’re not willing, then go
The Bennett family has no place for someone who’d hurt her own sister.”
Lauren’s eyes darkened with despair. But she bit down hard, nodded, and slowly dropped to her knees.
“I’m sorry… I know I made a mistake. I’ll reflect on it.”
Elliot stared at her kneeling there and felt nothing.
No guilt. No pity.
Only disdain.
He scoffed, “What a show.”
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Then he turned and went upstairs,
He assumed she’d sneak back to her room once they were asleep.
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But the next morning, when he came downstairs, she was still there–collapsed on the living room floor, her skin pale and her body burning with fever.
And what did he do?
He sneered.
“Don’t think making yourself sick will get our attention You came from an orphanage–you’re used to playing diny to get sympathy. You think I can’t see right through you? I’m the CEO of Bennett Corporation, not an idiot. If you want to fake being unconscious, fine. Let’s see how long you can keep it up. Someone throw her outside. She can stay in the yard.”
It rained that day.
Lauren lay outside for over an hour before Marilyn, unable to watch any longer, begged for permission to bring her back inside.
If he remembered right, Lauren developed pneumonia after that. She’d already been weak, and kneeling for so long had made her worse. The pneumonia turned into white lung, and the hospital even issued a critical condition notice.
His father had panicked then. Called in the best doctors. Ordered the best medication.
At the time, Elliot thought it was because his father loved her.
But now he knew–it was because if Lauren died, there’d be no kidney donor for Willow.
Elliot sat on the folding bed, the diary slipping from his hands to the floor.
His fists clenched, knuckles turning white.
Tears slid silently down his cheeks, soaking the yellowed paper below.
“Lauren… I’m sorry… I was wrong… Where are you?” His voice trembled, barely a whisper.
Back then, everything he’d done to Lauren had felt justified–he was protecting Willow. That was all that mattered.
It had never occurred to him that what he was doing what he had allowed to happen–was sheer cruelty toward a fifteen–year–old girl.
And this was just the second day she’d returned home,
For the next three years, things like this kept happening over and over.
Now, it felt like something was squeezing the life out of his chest. He couldn’t breathe.
His face was twisted in pain, his brow locked tight. Sweat beaded on his forehead and mixed with the tears. streaming down his face.
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stabbing pain ripped through his abdomen–just like the time his ulcer had bled.
The agony was unbearable.
He collapsed onto the bed, curling up tightly, clutching the diary to his chest.
Tears of regret streamed from his eyes as he choked on the same five words, again and again.
“Lauren… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
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