Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me
Chapter 85

Chapter 85 

In the end , Torin sat back down in his chair .

It wasn’t for Fenwick or Rowena .

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It was because he wanted to see what Elysia would endure next .

He had made up his mind : every single person who had ever wronged Elysia would pay dearly for their actions .

Even himself .

If Elysia were willing , he would transfer all his shares in the Drayton Group to her .

No , even that wouldn’t be enough .

He would kneel before her , just as he had once forced her to kneel outside the family mansion , and he wouldn’t rise until she forgave him .

***** 

Meanwhile , at Ridgewood Middle School , the senior class’s morning academic lessons had finally ended .

The last session was gym class .

“ Caellan , you’re bringing the ball today , right ? I left mine at home , ” one student called out .

Yesterday’s scuffle seemed to have been entirely forgotten , as the same group that had caused trouble now surrounded Caellan like nothing had happened .

“ Come on , man , we have to play a real game today .

We only get one gym class a week – what’s with this school’s schedule , anyway ? ” 

As Caellan hesitated , the girl from yesterday suddenly appeared again .

She tugged on his sleeve and said , “ Caellan , you didn’t do your homework yesterday .

Emma wants you to go to her office to make it up .

” 

The other students immediately protested .

“ Make it up ? Since when does Emma care about homework ? ” 

“ Yeah , Big Cat , what’s your deal ? You were all over Caellan yesterday , and now this ? What , you got a crush on him or something – ow ! Caellan , why’d you punch me again ? ” 

Before the boy could finish , Caellan’s fist landed squarely on his shoulder .

Without missing a beat , Caellan declared , “ I’m going to make up the homework .

The ball’s over there – you guys can play without me .

” 

The group exchanged glances but eventually gave in .

“ Fine , but you’d better come join us once you’re done , “ one muttered , pretending to be disappointed as they grabbed his Tavello limited – edition basketball and dashed off .

Caellan rolled his eyes , then turned back to the girl , scowling .

“ Your name’s Big Cat ? What kind of name is that ? ” 

“ We’ve been in the same class for three years , and my name’s Ruby , okay ? ” she retorted with an exaggerated eye roll .

“ Whatever .

Stop talking and let’s go .

We’ve got a livestream to watch .

” 

She grabbed his hand , trying to pull him along , but he didn’t budge an inch , standing as solid as a tree trunk .

Caellan yanked his hand free , wiped it on his uniform , and asked , “ Why should I watch a livestream with you ? You lied to me .

There’s no way Emma asked me to make up homework .

” 

Ruby thought to herself , Of course it’s for money and justice .

Out loud , she said , “ It’s about our bet ! If Elysia hasn’t done a single bad thing , you owe her a public apology in front of the whole world .

“ .

She paused , her eyes gleaming with mock concern .

“ Oh , wait .

You already know Rowena’s fake coma was exposed , right ? So you wouldn’t back out now , would you ? ” 

Caellan wasn’t stupid .

He snatched her phone with a quick movement , saying , “ Why do you even care about Elysia ? She’s not related to you .

” 

Before Ruby could react , he used her face to unlock the phone .

“ Hey ! You sneaky little – give it back ! That’s my phone ! ” 

Ruby jumped and grabbed at him , but at his towering six – foot frame , Caellan simply held the phone out of her reach , ignoring her flailing efforts .

* Stop it , Caellan ! Give it back ! That’s my private property ! My privacy ! I swear , if you don’t give it back , I’ll call the cops ! ” Ruby said .

Her heart raced as she saw him opening her messages .

That was where the mysterious figure’s texts and their deal were stored – he absolutely 

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couldn’t see them .

In a panic , Ruby did the only thing she could think of : she grabbed Caellan’s pants and yanked .

The message app opened , revealing … nothing .

No incriminating texts , just a few spam messages and short exchanges with family members .

Ruby blinked in disbelief .

She was sure she hadn’t deleted anything .

Where had it all gone ? 

Meanwhile , her hand still tugged on Caellan’s waistband , pulling it down just enough to reveal the edge of his underwear .

Realizing this too late , Caellan grabbed his pants with his free hand and glared down at her .

“ Ruby , do you have a death wish ? If there’s nothing on your phone , why act so suspicious ? ” 

Ruby huffed .

“ It’s my phone ! Of course I’m worried about what’s on it – photos , private stuff .

How am I supposed to know you’re not some creep who secretly likes me and wants to see my selfies ? ” 

Caellan let out a dry laugh before retorting , “ Oh , yeah .

I’ll just call Emma to lock your precious phone in her office , too .

” 

In the end , they both ended up on the rooftop , sitting side by side .

When Caellan put on the VR glasses , a faint ache and dizziness set in .

As his vision adjusted to the screen , he was greeted with the image of his eleven – year – old self staring at him — or more accurately , at Elysia .

No , to be precise , he was staring at a just – awake Elysia , who had been shaken out of her sleep .

“ You’re so lazy .

It’s only nine o’clock , and you’re already sleeping .

” 

“ Here .

Fenwick made hot milk .

I’m only bringing it to you because you’ve got your placement test tomorrow .

” 

Elysia , her mind still hazy , slowly pieced her thoughts together .

She remembered that afternoon vividly .

It had poured rain as she walked the 6 miles home , drenched because no one had lent her an umbrella .

When she got back , her wounds had worsened , and the feverish dizziness had knocked her out .

A flicker of joy surged through her exhaustion .

For the first time in so long , someone had thought of her .

And he’d brought her milk .

“ Thank you , ” she whispered , mustering all her strength to lift her head and offer him a trembling smile .

She reached out to take the cup , but the livestream audience exploded .

[ No ! Don’t drink it ! The milk is definitely poisoned ! ] 

[ Fenwick wouldn’t be that cruel .

I bet Rowena told Caellan to lie and say it was from Torin .

] 

[ That can’t be right , can it ? Sure , Fenwick’s a bit blind when it comes to things , but he’s not a bad guy .

Feels like Rowena might’ve orchestrated this -maybe told Caellan to lie and say Torin sent the milk to make Elysia believe it .

] 

[ Can you stop with the conspiracy theories ? It’s just a glass of milk ! You all have persecution complexes .

Fenwick probably cares about her but was too shy to bring it himself , so he asked Caellan to do it .

] 

[ You’re all focused on the milk , but am I the only one noticing the blood – stained gauze in the corner of Elysia’s room ? Looks fresh – no way her self – healing powers can make new skin grow that fast ] 

[ And then there’s Caellan , that blind fool , coming in and calling her lazy .

But Fenwick , just tell us already – did you tamper with the milk or not ? I’m dying to know , especially since she already took it ! ] 

It was , after all , a memory from seven years ago .

Fenwick struggled to recall the details , but one thing became clear – he couldn’t remember ever giving Elysia anything .

The only exception was the hairclip he gave her when she was four .

The thought stung .

How ironic that he had lavished Rowena with gifts enough to build a mountain , while his own sister’s only possession from him was a single , decades – old clip – the very gift that had indirectly led to her kidnapping .

Tears glistened in Fenwick’s eyes as guilt and regret surged within him .

He fought back the urge to cry , straightening his back as he addressed the viewers with an air of determination .

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“ It doesn’t matter if it was me who sent the milk or not .

All I know is this – I don’t want Elysia to drink it , ” Fenwick said .

The weight of his statement immediately hit the audience .

Even Fenwick , stubborn as a mule , was suspicious of the milk .

Torin’s expression confirmed it further – his pleading gaze toward the screen spoke volumes about his own fears .

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