Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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"Sorry for what?" Simon's heart held only ache for her.
"Every time you see me, I'm a wreck."
"Then take better care of yourself." He lifted a bowl of porridge from the tray. "Eat."
"Thank you."
Once she finished, Simon placed a brand-new phone in her palm.
Elena looked at him in astonishment.
"Don't ever go back there. If you need anything, tell me."
She nodded. "All right."
"Someone will come by daily to handle your meals, so you won't have to cook."
"You don't have to do all this. I know you're repaying me for saving you back then. You've already done far more than enough."
"My father arranged it. Remember? Your stomach's fragile, so he hired a chef for you."
Elena froze. The first time that chef showed up at the Bennett house, her family had thrown him out—she had never even seen his face.
She stopped refusing, and after a moment's thought said earnestly, "I'll pay you back."
Simon's brows knit; every time she set this deliberate distance between them, his feelings tangled—pain, restraint, a twinge of guilt.
He stayed with her until a little past nine that night before finally leaving.
The next morning the Bennett couple managed to learn her address and showed up at the door.
This time they were truly desperate. The moment Adaline saw her, she pleaded, "Elena! Elena, please save Bennett Corporation! If this project fails again, we'll go bankrupt!"
Elena's face was expressionless. "I'm not part of the Bennett family. I have no standing in your business."
"No, no, those were angry words the other day. Don't take them to heart."
Elena's heart had long since turned to ashes. "Leave. I'm not going back. Annabelle is your real daughter; nurture her."
"Elena, you'll drive us to ruin! Your brother was forced by Simon Whitmore to drink until his stomach perforated—he's still in the hospital. Simon specifically demanded you return to the project. If you don't, Bennett Corporation is finished!"
Elena's eyes flew open in shock.
Simon did that? Was he avenging what Julian did to me?'
The thought of everything Simon had done stirred a strange ripple inside her.
"Elena, I'm begging you, as your mother—please!"
Elena frowned and looked from Adaline to Lawrence Bennett. "I can agree—on my terms."
"Really?"
"But I have one condition," Elena added, her voice steady. "Hand over my household registration booklet—I'm moving out."
Adaline agreed without a second's hesitation. "Fine! The moment this project wraps up, you'll get the booklet. Move wherever you like."
Elena nodded. "Alright, you can go now. I'll show up for work tomorrow."
"Thank you—thank you, Elena!" Adaline's eyes reddened. Staring at her daughter's impassive profile, an unnameable ache tightened her chest.
They had once shared every secret a mother and daughter could, yet today they stood as distant as strangers.
Adaline let out a long, heavy sigh.
As soon as Elena returned to Bennett Corporation headquarters, she received word that the client wanted her embedded with their team to handle the project's planning.
She arrived at Whitmore Group, explained her assignment to the receptionist—and was politely but firmly stopped at the front desk.
Elena tried every explanation she could think of, yet even after the receptionist made several calls, nothing came of it.
"Every time you see me, I'm a wreck."
"Then take better care of yourself." He lifted a bowl of porridge from the tray. "Eat."
"Thank you."
Once she finished, Simon placed a brand-new phone in her palm.
Elena looked at him in astonishment.
"Don't ever go back there. If you need anything, tell me."
She nodded. "All right."
"Someone will come by daily to handle your meals, so you won't have to cook."
"You don't have to do all this. I know you're repaying me for saving you back then. You've already done far more than enough."
"My father arranged it. Remember? Your stomach's fragile, so he hired a chef for you."
Elena froze. The first time that chef showed up at the Bennett house, her family had thrown him out—she had never even seen his face.
She stopped refusing, and after a moment's thought said earnestly, "I'll pay you back."
Simon's brows knit; every time she set this deliberate distance between them, his feelings tangled—pain, restraint, a twinge of guilt.
He stayed with her until a little past nine that night before finally leaving.
The next morning the Bennett couple managed to learn her address and showed up at the door.
This time they were truly desperate. The moment Adaline saw her, she pleaded, "Elena! Elena, please save Bennett Corporation! If this project fails again, we'll go bankrupt!"
Elena's face was expressionless. "I'm not part of the Bennett family. I have no standing in your business."
"No, no, those were angry words the other day. Don't take them to heart."
Elena's heart had long since turned to ashes. "Leave. I'm not going back. Annabelle is your real daughter; nurture her."
"Elena, you'll drive us to ruin! Your brother was forced by Simon Whitmore to drink until his stomach perforated—he's still in the hospital. Simon specifically demanded you return to the project. If you don't, Bennett Corporation is finished!"
Elena's eyes flew open in shock.
Simon did that? Was he avenging what Julian did to me?'
The thought of everything Simon had done stirred a strange ripple inside her.
"Elena, I'm begging you, as your mother—please!"
Elena frowned and looked from Adaline to Lawrence Bennett. "I can agree—on my terms."
"Really?"
"But I have one condition," Elena added, her voice steady. "Hand over my household registration booklet—I'm moving out."
Adaline agreed without a second's hesitation. "Fine! The moment this project wraps up, you'll get the booklet. Move wherever you like."
Elena nodded. "Alright, you can go now. I'll show up for work tomorrow."
"Thank you—thank you, Elena!" Adaline's eyes reddened. Staring at her daughter's impassive profile, an unnameable ache tightened her chest.
They had once shared every secret a mother and daughter could, yet today they stood as distant as strangers.
Adaline let out a long, heavy sigh.
As soon as Elena returned to Bennett Corporation headquarters, she received word that the client wanted her embedded with their team to handle the project's planning.
She arrived at Whitmore Group, explained her assignment to the receptionist—and was politely but firmly stopped at the front desk.
Elena tried every explanation she could think of, yet even after the receptionist made several calls, nothing came of it.
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