Chapter 159 Shattered Hopes.
Elliot stared desperately at Lauren, his eyes filled with despair, as if all hope had crumbled away in that moment.
There was a time when Lauren’s gaze towards him brimmed with dependence and anticipation, like a creature yearning for: affirmation pure and eager. Whenever he came home, Lauren would always run to him first, offering his slippers.
“Elliot, you’re back! You must be tired from working all day. Come sit on the couch, and I’ll rub your shoulders” she would say with shining eyes and an admiring smile.
Those happy memories now flickered through his mind like a carousel, starkly contrasting with the icy look in Lauren’s eyes, as cold as frost on a wintry night.
He struggled violently but was pinned to the ground by Josh, unable to move, forced to look up at Lauren and Felix in a humiliating posture.
“Lauren. I’m your brother. How can you just watch as outsiders treat me like this?” His voice was filled with resentment.
Lauren stood quietly, saying nothing, her slender figure exuding resilience. Her gaze was as calm as a deep, undisturbed lake, seemingly oblivious to Elliot’s cries
This silence was more devastating than any words, shattering his heart into countless pieces. He finally understood that the Lauren who once could be easily manipulated, craving familial warmth, was truly gone.
A torrent of anger and indignation surged within Elliot, rampaging through his chest with nowhere to escape.
His face rumed beet red, his features slightly nwisted as he spat out venomously. “Let’s put aside what happened to our parents for a moment. What about Ms. Willow! You know how much she loves her beauty, yet you had her hair shaved off. You’re still as vicious as ever
He emphasized as ever heavily, as if searching for a reason to keep accusing Lauren, even though he knew deep down that the old Lauren wasn’t inherently evil.
Lauren just listened expressionlessly, as if Elliot’s words were merely a breeze blowing past her ear, unable to stir even a ripple in her hear
“If you think so, then it must be,” she said lightly, her voice carrying an undeniable chill
Elliot faltered. feeling like he had punched a pillow. He hadn’t expected Lauren to not even bother defending herself.
Grinding his teeth, madiness flickering in his eyes, he blurted out. “Don’t get too smug; I’ll soon rescue Ms. Willow. She’s used to finer things, just some cheap embroidery–she wouldn’t want it even if it were free. I think you deliberately ruined that embroidery to frame Ms. Willow.”
Lauren had heard such accusations too n many times before.
Once, such accusations from Elliot might have hurt her. But now, her heart had turned utterly cold.
She gently rugged on Felix’s sleeve, her voice steady, “Mr. Brooker, let’s go. I don’t want to talk to him anymore.”
Felix looked down at Lauren, his icy gaze instantly melting into endless tenderness. “You get in the car first.”
Lauren nodded slightly and gracefully got into the car under Felix’s tender g gaze.
The driver came forward, carefully arranging her skirt, then stepped aside to block Elliot’s view of Lauren.
Elliot’s eyes bulged, as if they might burst from their sockets, as he hysterically shouted, “Lauren, come out here! Ms. Willow shouldn’t have to suffer in jail. You have to go to the police station with me and tell the cops everything, this was all your doing your lies and schemes. You’re the one who should be in jail”
Elliot’s voice cut through the night, as if he were still trying to salvage something by yelling
Felix’s brow furrowed, a flash of disgust passing through his eyes at such a foolish person, the likes of which he had never seen in Balewood
Chapter 159 Shattered Hopes
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Felix’s eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, pitch–black, emitting a chilling aura that seemed to suck in one’s soul.
Even though Elliot was the esteemed young master of the Bennetts, accustomed to luxury, he couldn’t help but tremble under such a sinister gaze.
“So concerned about Willow, do you like her?” Felix’s voice was low and cold, dripping with endless mockery
Elliot was so shocked by Felix’s words that he was speechless, his mouth agape, his face a picture of disbelief, as if he had heard the world’s most absurd joke.
Before he could recover, Felix coldly spat out three words, Truly disgusting”
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