Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 142: Chapter 142
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Adaline pleaded, "Elena, can't you see? I can't bear to lose you—I don't want you to leave!"
Elena wrenched her hand free, her face expressionless.
Adaline looked at her in anguish and asked, "Elena... are you really this heartless?"
"You brought this on yourselves," Elena replied.
She dropped to her knees in front of her daughter and cried, "Elena, I'm sorry! Please forgive me. This is your home—where could you possibly go if you walk out on us?"
Elena stared at her without offering a hand; she could not have been colder.
"I don't need your concern about where I go," Elena said, then exhaled and added, "Enough. Stop the performance. Tell me, what do you really want?"
Adaline pressed her lips together and rose slowly. "Elena, please save us. Bennett Corporation desperately needs cash. Every bank has rejected our applications, and the Whitmore Group still hasn't released the final payment on our project.
"We're already running on fumes. You work well with them—if you ask Simon Whitmore to transfer the balance, maybe he'll listen. Otherwise we'll have nothing to pay our employees next month."
Elena answered coldly, "That's Dad and Julian's problem—nothing to do with me."
Adaline hurried on, "Simon can't stand your brother; sending Julian would be useless. But you and Simon get along, and you even saved his life once—he'll listen to you.
"Just ask him, and we will hand over the household registration booklet."
Elena felt an icy weight drop into her chest.
Elena said, "You really think that booklet is my lifeline—hold it tight enough and I'll do anything? Forget it! The company's losses are the mess you created."
Adaline stared at her in disbelief. "You... you're really this cruel?"
"Yes, I'm cruel," Elena met her gaze, frost-cold.
Adaline's face darkened. "Fine. Go, then."
Lawrence Bennett barked, "Elena Bennett! Don't you dare regret this!"
Elena rose and walked out without another word.
Furious, Lawrence paced while Adaline asked anxiously, "What do we do now?"
Lawrence thought a moment. "What else? The Zimmer Group is hosting a business banquet in a few days—maybe we can meet new investors there."
After Elena's wounds healed, Simon Whitmore told her she could go home.
She was surprised; she had expected him to do something to her and had even prepared herself.
Yet Simon never mentioned it and didn't contact her for several days.
One morning her phone rang.
Simon said, "Come downstairs. I'm waiting."
Elena ran to the window; his car was indeed parked at the curb.
She changed clothes and went down without asking where they were headed.
The car stopped outside a gown boutique.
"Pick a dress," Simon told her. "There's a banquet tonight—I need you at my side."
"All right."
Elena chose a modest gown, added a fur shrug, and with a simple touch-up looked stunning; Simon selected a matching suit.
The Bennett family arrived early at the banquet.
The couple busied themselves courting investors.
They humbled themselves before several executives, but most scattered as though he carried the plague, and the few who stayed politely declined.
Elena wrenched her hand free, her face expressionless.
Adaline looked at her in anguish and asked, "Elena... are you really this heartless?"
"You brought this on yourselves," Elena replied.
She dropped to her knees in front of her daughter and cried, "Elena, I'm sorry! Please forgive me. This is your home—where could you possibly go if you walk out on us?"
Elena stared at her without offering a hand; she could not have been colder.
"I don't need your concern about where I go," Elena said, then exhaled and added, "Enough. Stop the performance. Tell me, what do you really want?"
Adaline pressed her lips together and rose slowly. "Elena, please save us. Bennett Corporation desperately needs cash. Every bank has rejected our applications, and the Whitmore Group still hasn't released the final payment on our project.
"We're already running on fumes. You work well with them—if you ask Simon Whitmore to transfer the balance, maybe he'll listen. Otherwise we'll have nothing to pay our employees next month."
Elena answered coldly, "That's Dad and Julian's problem—nothing to do with me."
Adaline hurried on, "Simon can't stand your brother; sending Julian would be useless. But you and Simon get along, and you even saved his life once—he'll listen to you.
"Just ask him, and we will hand over the household registration booklet."
Elena felt an icy weight drop into her chest.
Elena said, "You really think that booklet is my lifeline—hold it tight enough and I'll do anything? Forget it! The company's losses are the mess you created."
Adaline stared at her in disbelief. "You... you're really this cruel?"
"Yes, I'm cruel," Elena met her gaze, frost-cold.
Adaline's face darkened. "Fine. Go, then."
Lawrence Bennett barked, "Elena Bennett! Don't you dare regret this!"
Elena rose and walked out without another word.
Furious, Lawrence paced while Adaline asked anxiously, "What do we do now?"
Lawrence thought a moment. "What else? The Zimmer Group is hosting a business banquet in a few days—maybe we can meet new investors there."
After Elena's wounds healed, Simon Whitmore told her she could go home.
She was surprised; she had expected him to do something to her and had even prepared herself.
Yet Simon never mentioned it and didn't contact her for several days.
One morning her phone rang.
Simon said, "Come downstairs. I'm waiting."
Elena ran to the window; his car was indeed parked at the curb.
She changed clothes and went down without asking where they were headed.
The car stopped outside a gown boutique.
"Pick a dress," Simon told her. "There's a banquet tonight—I need you at my side."
"All right."
Elena chose a modest gown, added a fur shrug, and with a simple touch-up looked stunning; Simon selected a matching suit.
The Bennett family arrived early at the banquet.
The couple busied themselves courting investors.
They humbled themselves before several executives, but most scattered as though he carried the plague, and the few who stayed politely declined.
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