Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 58: Chapter 58
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Knowing exactly where to twist the knife, Elena turned to Victor and gave him a dazzling, radiant smile.
Annabelle's hatred flared so hot that the veins on her clenched fists stood out.
'Flirting right under my nose—damn you, Elena Bennett. I won't let this slide,' Annabelle vowed inwardly.
Adaline chirped, "Ellie, get some rest. I hear Victor kicked the door down to save you— I'll have someone replace it right away. Victor, stay here and look after her."
Annabelle bit down hard and tugged at her mother's arm. "Mom—"
Catching the hint, Adaline quickly added with a smile, "Sir Whitmore, we wouldn't dream of troubling Victor. Julian and I can take care of Elena."
"Victor, please see Annie back to her room," Sir Whitmore said.
"All right," Victor replied, giving Elena a lingering look before turning to leave with Annabelle.
"Sir Whitmore, you should rest too," Adaline said.
Sir Whitmore's smile never reached his eyes as he said, "I've decided I'd rather stay right here and keep Ellie company."
Ellie answered, "Really, Sir Whitmore, I'm fine."
Sir Whitmore chided gently, "Can't you spare a moment to chat with your grandpa?"
Ellie chuckled awkwardly. "It's getting late. I'm just worried you won't get enough rest."
Adaline and her son exchanged a look; seeing how close Sir Whitmore and Ellie were—closer than any grandparent and grandchild—they felt a stab of envy. They had meant to reprimand Ellie tonight, but with the old gentleman standing guard they dared not utter a word.
Sir Whitmore turned to Adaline. "Why don't you and your boy head upstairs and get some sleep? I'll stay and talk with Ellie."
Adaline hesitated, then mustered a smile. "Very well... we'll retire first."
At the doorway Julian paused, unable to hold his tongue. "Ellie, remember your engagement to Victor is off. I don't want a repeat of today."
With that warning delivered, he strode off down the corridor.
Sir Whitmore's expression darkened. "Ignore your brother, Ellie. Say the word and I'll have a wedding arranged for you and Victor tomorrow."
Ellie laughed softly. "Grandpa Whitmore, I agreed to end the engagement after careful thought. Victor and I simply aren't suited."
He knew she had closed the chapter with those three courteous words, and with a sigh he let the matter drop.
Upstairs.
Victor escorted her to her door, then slipped into his own room.
Annabelle lingered in the hallway, eyes narrowing as she watched workers install a new door on Ellie's room; the moment their backs were turned, she slipped inside and flipped open Ellie's suitcase.
The next day, at Sir Whitmore's formal birthday party, only close relatives filled the hall, yet the atmosphere buzzed with excitement; amid the lively crowd, Annabelle stepped forward to present the gift she had prepared with painstaking care.
Annabelle said brightly, "Grandpa, I heard you love tea, so I brought you some top-grade Big Red Robe leaves from the original mother trees—only six of those trees are still alive. It took me ages to track this down."
Sir Whitmore accepted the tin, nodded, and smiled. "That's very thoughtful. I hear mother-tree Big Red Robe costs a fortune—this little can must have set you back nearly half a million dollars. Don't spend so much next time."
A shocked murmur rippled through the guests; more than one jaw hit the floor at the price.
Annabelle laughed. "You deserve every precious thing in this world, Grandpa! I also had a fishing rod made for you—a handcrafted Mastercraft model in high-grade carbon fiber. I pulled strings overseas to bring it home."
Annabelle's hatred flared so hot that the veins on her clenched fists stood out.
'Flirting right under my nose—damn you, Elena Bennett. I won't let this slide,' Annabelle vowed inwardly.
Adaline chirped, "Ellie, get some rest. I hear Victor kicked the door down to save you— I'll have someone replace it right away. Victor, stay here and look after her."
Annabelle bit down hard and tugged at her mother's arm. "Mom—"
Catching the hint, Adaline quickly added with a smile, "Sir Whitmore, we wouldn't dream of troubling Victor. Julian and I can take care of Elena."
"Victor, please see Annie back to her room," Sir Whitmore said.
"All right," Victor replied, giving Elena a lingering look before turning to leave with Annabelle.
"Sir Whitmore, you should rest too," Adaline said.
Sir Whitmore's smile never reached his eyes as he said, "I've decided I'd rather stay right here and keep Ellie company."
Ellie answered, "Really, Sir Whitmore, I'm fine."
Sir Whitmore chided gently, "Can't you spare a moment to chat with your grandpa?"
Ellie chuckled awkwardly. "It's getting late. I'm just worried you won't get enough rest."
Adaline and her son exchanged a look; seeing how close Sir Whitmore and Ellie were—closer than any grandparent and grandchild—they felt a stab of envy. They had meant to reprimand Ellie tonight, but with the old gentleman standing guard they dared not utter a word.
Sir Whitmore turned to Adaline. "Why don't you and your boy head upstairs and get some sleep? I'll stay and talk with Ellie."
Adaline hesitated, then mustered a smile. "Very well... we'll retire first."
At the doorway Julian paused, unable to hold his tongue. "Ellie, remember your engagement to Victor is off. I don't want a repeat of today."
With that warning delivered, he strode off down the corridor.
Sir Whitmore's expression darkened. "Ignore your brother, Ellie. Say the word and I'll have a wedding arranged for you and Victor tomorrow."
Ellie laughed softly. "Grandpa Whitmore, I agreed to end the engagement after careful thought. Victor and I simply aren't suited."
He knew she had closed the chapter with those three courteous words, and with a sigh he let the matter drop.
Upstairs.
Victor escorted her to her door, then slipped into his own room.
Annabelle lingered in the hallway, eyes narrowing as she watched workers install a new door on Ellie's room; the moment their backs were turned, she slipped inside and flipped open Ellie's suitcase.
The next day, at Sir Whitmore's formal birthday party, only close relatives filled the hall, yet the atmosphere buzzed with excitement; amid the lively crowd, Annabelle stepped forward to present the gift she had prepared with painstaking care.
Annabelle said brightly, "Grandpa, I heard you love tea, so I brought you some top-grade Big Red Robe leaves from the original mother trees—only six of those trees are still alive. It took me ages to track this down."
Sir Whitmore accepted the tin, nodded, and smiled. "That's very thoughtful. I hear mother-tree Big Red Robe costs a fortune—this little can must have set you back nearly half a million dollars. Don't spend so much next time."
A shocked murmur rippled through the guests; more than one jaw hit the floor at the price.
Annabelle laughed. "You deserve every precious thing in this world, Grandpa! I also had a fishing rod made for you—a handcrafted Mastercraft model in high-grade carbon fiber. I pulled strings overseas to bring it home."
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