After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 09

After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 09

Julian’s tone turned sharp, vicious, unforgiving.

“A penniless nobody dares set her sights on the heir I’ve spent decades grooming to run my conglomerate?”

“I raised you to never show weakness, Silas. Keep all desire and fondness locked deep inside where no one can exploit it.”

“Yet you threw caution to the wind, nearly dying rushing into a burning storage wing just to save that doctor’s daughter. Did all my years of careful training mean nothing to you?”

His voice rose louder and colder with every sentence, and Silas’s heart sank further into endless despair.

“If you hadn’t valued her more than your own life, I never would’ve moved against her.”

“At the end of the day, you’re the one who destroyed her entire existence.”

Silas’s knees weakened completely, burning hatred flooding his gaze as he stared at his father.

How could he have forgotten the man’s calculating, masterful facade? Julian never revealed his true feelings, whether fondness or loathing, to anyone.

Back when Silas had brought Elowen home to dine multiple times, Julian had acted warm, welcoming, utterly charmed by the young girl.

Beneath that kindly grandfather mask, he’d plotted every step to ruin her life from the very start.

Julian slouched casually back into his leather armchair, unfazed by his son’s shattered state.

“One insignificant girl with no family fortune. Ruining her changes nothing. Even if I’d left her untouched, the best she could ever hope for was taking over her father’s small private clinic, practicing minor heart surgeries. That’s hardly a life fitting for my son’s partner.”

“I framed her for that fall to test you, to see if my heir possessed the same ruthless backbone I do.”

Satisfaction thickened every word out of Julian’s mouth.

“And you passed with flying colors. You loved her enough to risk your own life, yet spent ten years relentlessly punishing her for a crime she never committed. I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

Silas’s whole body shook violently. This man had destroyed an innocent girl, wiped out her entire family line, and spoke of it as if it were nothing more than a successful business venture.

He ached to lunge forward, grab Julian’s collar and scream about his cruelty and deception.

Instead he only stood there, shoulders heaving, sobs wracking his frame.

Rage paled in comparison to the overwhelming, crushing regret crashing over him as he recounted every terrible thing he’d done to Elowen over a decade.

Silas spun on his heel to storm out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Julian called out sharply.

“I’m going to find Elowen,” Silas answered, voice rock-solid with determination.

Julian didn’t rush to send guards after him. Every entrance and exit of the estate was lined with his personal security detail, and Silas could not leave without his father’s explicit order.

“You aren’t going anywhere. Guards!” he barked. “Lock him in his bedroom and cut all contact with the outside world. He stays confined until he forgets that girl’s face entirely.”

Silas had no way to fight off the guards’ orders.

He fought tooth and nail, adrenaline surging as he injured four elite security officers, yet they still dragged him back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, trapping him inside.

Silas rebelled by refusing all food and carving deep gashes into his wrists over and over.

When Julian saw his son’s scarred, emaciated frame after days without sustenance, he only ordered medical staff to administer forced IV nutrient infusions without an ounce of sympathy.

Sleep became impossible for Silas.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw eighteen-year-old Elowen staring up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

“I truly didn’t push Mrs. Voss. Why won’t you believe me, Silas?”

He saw her collapsed across the lounge stage soaked in whiskey after he’d forced her to drink bottle after bottle of liquor. Her frame gaunt, bones visible through thin soaked fabric.

He replayed the memory of three years prior, when he’d tossed her onto the sidewalk to live with that beggar all over again.

He couldn’t bear to imagine the horrors she’d endured all alone in that slum district.

A soft knock pulled him out of his tormented spiral. An assistant stepped inside carrying a food tray.

“Please eat something, sir. Constant IV infusions will wreck your body long-term.”

Silas stared blankly at the wall, numb to everything around him.

The assistant sighed heavily.

“I’ve uncovered information regarding Elowen. Would you like to hear it?”

At those words, the broken, lifeless man shot upright in his chair in an instant.