Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 47: Chapter 47
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Julian shoved Victor aside. "Don't let her fool you. She always plays the sympathy card!" He glared at Elena. "I only told you to kneel—stop acting like I dragged you through fire!"
Elena lifted her head to look at him, her face chalk-white, and asked, "Julian, have you forgotten already? Last night you shoved me onto those splintered bowl shards—one of them drove straight into my knee."
Julian's pupils jerked violently at her words; only then did he freeze, the memory of the previous night flooding back in a rush.
Victor Whitmore scooped her up at once, settled her onto a chair, and carefully lifted the hem of her trouser leg.
The cut on her knee had already clotted, yet the fresh impact tore it open again, a thin line of blood sliding down her shin.
A flicker of guilt and anguish crossed Julian Bennett's eyes.
Just then Annabelle let out another sob, and Julian immediately remembered the wrongs she had suffered.
Julian shouted, "Serves you right for getting hit! Victor is Annie's fiancé—how dare you shamelessly try to seduce her boyfriend!"
"Enough!" Victor Whitmore barked, his voice low and forbidding.
"When has she ever tried to seduce me?"
Julian scoffed, "Isn't that exactly what happened? You're still defending her even now?"
Victor answered evenly, "She came only to ask whether Grandpa had approved my engagement to Annabelle. She even offered to speak with him herself to ease his prejudice, hoping our engagement could be settled soon and silence all the gossip."
Every member of the Bennett family stared at him in stunned disbelief.
Adaline looked at Elena's blood-drained face. "Elena... did we—did we misunderstand you?"
Julian's brows knitted tight; almost involuntarily he glanced at his own palm.
Only then did it hit him—he had struck her again.
Grinding his teeth, Julian raked a restless hand through his hair. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Elena Bennett pulled her lips into a bleak smile. "And what good would that have done? Your slap landed the moment you walked in."
Julian's fingers quivered.
Snapping out of her shock, Annabelle shook her head. "Impossible... that can't be! She'd never be kind enough to help me—she wants nothing more than for me to lose everything!"
She glared at Elena with vicious eyes, her delicate face twisting into something feral.
Victor frowned.
Elena asked quietly, "Sister, was it you who told Mom and Dad—and Julian—that I was seducing President Whitmore? You didn't even hear what we talked about. Why were you so sure?"
Only now did Annabelle realize she had fallen straight into Elena's trap.
Heartbroken but resolute, Elena looked at her. "Sister, I've already agreed to break off the engagement and give President Whitmore to you. What more do you want from me?"
For the first time, Annabelle tasted the bitterness of swallowing her own humiliation.
Unable to out-argue Elena, she plunged into Adaline's arms and wept in wounded grievance.
Adaline stroked her back and cooed, "Don't cry, Annie. Mom knows you didn't do it on purpose."
Lawrence Bennett snapped, "Elena, that's enough! Annie misunderstood only because she loves Victor so much—must you drive your sister to tears?"
Suddenly Victor felt as though a heavy lid had clamped over his chest.
To be precise, the suffocation was for Elena's sake; in this house, anyone seemed free to stab her at will.
Elena lifted her head to look at him, her face chalk-white, and asked, "Julian, have you forgotten already? Last night you shoved me onto those splintered bowl shards—one of them drove straight into my knee."
Julian's pupils jerked violently at her words; only then did he freeze, the memory of the previous night flooding back in a rush.
Victor Whitmore scooped her up at once, settled her onto a chair, and carefully lifted the hem of her trouser leg.
The cut on her knee had already clotted, yet the fresh impact tore it open again, a thin line of blood sliding down her shin.
A flicker of guilt and anguish crossed Julian Bennett's eyes.
Just then Annabelle let out another sob, and Julian immediately remembered the wrongs she had suffered.
Julian shouted, "Serves you right for getting hit! Victor is Annie's fiancé—how dare you shamelessly try to seduce her boyfriend!"
"Enough!" Victor Whitmore barked, his voice low and forbidding.
"When has she ever tried to seduce me?"
Julian scoffed, "Isn't that exactly what happened? You're still defending her even now?"
Victor answered evenly, "She came only to ask whether Grandpa had approved my engagement to Annabelle. She even offered to speak with him herself to ease his prejudice, hoping our engagement could be settled soon and silence all the gossip."
Every member of the Bennett family stared at him in stunned disbelief.
Adaline looked at Elena's blood-drained face. "Elena... did we—did we misunderstand you?"
Julian's brows knitted tight; almost involuntarily he glanced at his own palm.
Only then did it hit him—he had struck her again.
Grinding his teeth, Julian raked a restless hand through his hair. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Elena Bennett pulled her lips into a bleak smile. "And what good would that have done? Your slap landed the moment you walked in."
Julian's fingers quivered.
Snapping out of her shock, Annabelle shook her head. "Impossible... that can't be! She'd never be kind enough to help me—she wants nothing more than for me to lose everything!"
She glared at Elena with vicious eyes, her delicate face twisting into something feral.
Victor frowned.
Elena asked quietly, "Sister, was it you who told Mom and Dad—and Julian—that I was seducing President Whitmore? You didn't even hear what we talked about. Why were you so sure?"
Only now did Annabelle realize she had fallen straight into Elena's trap.
Heartbroken but resolute, Elena looked at her. "Sister, I've already agreed to break off the engagement and give President Whitmore to you. What more do you want from me?"
For the first time, Annabelle tasted the bitterness of swallowing her own humiliation.
Unable to out-argue Elena, she plunged into Adaline's arms and wept in wounded grievance.
Adaline stroked her back and cooed, "Don't cry, Annie. Mom knows you didn't do it on purpose."
Lawrence Bennett snapped, "Elena, that's enough! Annie misunderstood only because she loves Victor so much—must you drive your sister to tears?"
Suddenly Victor felt as though a heavy lid had clamped over his chest.
To be precise, the suffocation was for Elena's sake; in this house, anyone seemed free to stab her at will.
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