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Elliot sat in silence, heart filled with bitterness. It seemed like he wouldn’t be getting his porridge after all.
“Then bring me my stomach medicine.”
The maid looked uneasy and said, looking uneasy, “Mr. Elliot, we don’t know where your medicine is kept, or which one you usually take. Marilyn was always the one who handled it.”
Hearing that. Elliot felt a sharp pain in his stomach that only intensified. It surged like relentless tidal waves, crashing over him repeatedly, suffocating him.
With no other choice, he curled back up on the couch, his hands clutching his abdomen tightly, a look of anguish etched on his face.
The maid sighed quietly, picked up the bowl of porridge, and slowly walked out of the room.
Silence filled the space once more…
Elliot remained curled up, his gaze blank and unfocused.
No porridge. No medicine.
The only one he can do was endure the pain, waiting for it to pass.
Time blurred. By the time the pain finally eased up, night had fallen.
Elliot propped himself up with weak arms and slowly made his way downstairs. The entire house was quiet, his parents having long since gone to bed.
He slowly walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of warm water.
The warmth flowed down his throat and through his stomach, some of the discomfort eased.
He stood there for a long time, lost in thought.
He finally took a step, instead of heading back to his room, he turned toward the storage room.
As he opened the door, a wave of damp, musty air hit him immediately.
The musty scent carried a mix of mold and age. Elliot frowned.
After adapting to the scent for a moment,, he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the space before finally landing on an old wooden desk in the corner.
The desk looked out of place in the Bennett Residence worn and faded, it was unclear where it had come from.
It was covered in books–all from Lauren’s high school years.
Elliot moved over the desk, sat down and flipped through the pages.
Every book was filled with dense notes written by Lauren, written in small, precise handwriting. Under the dim light, the ink appeared faded, yet they painfully pierced Lin Yanshu’s heart with an unmistakable
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He could almost imagine that Lauren sitting at this desk, pen in hand, focused on her studies.
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When she back from the prison release, she had been told him that she had ranked first in her grade at Hoverdale Academy
She had once believed in a bright future, thinking she could change her fate through hard work.All that effort, wiped away the moment she was sent to prison.
Elliot took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppressing the guilt he felt for Lin Qian
He opened the desk drawer.
The moment he pulled it open, his eyes were met with drawer full of certificates. The vivid reds and golds of the awards stood out starkly in the dim storage room, hitting him like a punch to the gut.
His hand trembled uncontrollably as he slowly reached out and took out the certificates one by one.
One by one, he flipped through them carefully.
Twelve years‘ worth of achievements–every single year accounted for.
Academic excellence, leadership awards, competition trophies… Each one was a testament to her dedication, a heavy reminder of what she had once been.
She had been the kind of student teachers praised, the kind of peer classmates admired.
Yet after returning to the Bennett family, she had been labeled as scheming, troublesome, and vindictive.
Even her own family had treated her as less than the street thugs outside.
The more he looked at these awards, the more he felt like a fool.
For years, he had judged her unfairly, blind to the truth
His hands trembled violently, the thin certificates rustling in his grip.
Overwhelmed, he shoved them all back into the drawer, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
It took him a long time to calm himself down, hesitating over whether or not to open another drawer.
His fingers hovered for a moment, an unfamiliar mix of fear and curiosity battling inside him.
Slowly, he pulled it open.
And then, he saw it.
A letter of acceptance from Northcrest University.
The embossed golden lettering and the dignified school crest gleamed under the dim light,momentarily leaving him in a daze…
His pupils constricted, his breath catching in his throat.
Mouth slightly open, but no sound escaped his lips.
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“This… this can’t be real…” he whispered, his voice barel
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