After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 08

After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 08

Three years later, inside the VIP ward of Havenbrook Premier Private Medical Center.

The room fell dead silent the second Margaret Voss spoke the words, saying no one had pushed her.

Every wealthy guest who’d chattered nonstop a moment prior clamped their mouths shut instantly.

Silas sat quiet for a long stretch of time, then let out a bitter, hollow laugh.

“Mom, you’ve been stuck in a coma too long. The security footage clearly shows Elowen shoving you down

the stairs-surveillance cameras don’t lie, right?”

The second the sentence left his mouth, a sharp jolt of dread shot through his chest. What if the footage had

been altered somehow?

His assistant pulled up the decade-old surveillance clip on his cell phone and held it out for Margaret to

view.

The footage left no room for doubt; it captured Elowen reaching toward Margaret before sending her

tumbling down the stairwell.

Silas pointed rigidly at the screen.

“Look, Mom. You can see her arm fully extended to push you. How could you claim you simply slipped on

your own?”

Elowen couldn’t possibly be innocent.

If she was… what did ten years of unrelenting torment on her amount to? All of it had been meaningless

cruelty.

Margaret replayed the footage over and over, muttering to herself in confusion.

“How is this possible…”

She smacked her palm lightly against her forehead, a flash of clarity hitting her all at once.

“I remember everything now!”

Silas and every onlooker snapped their heads toward her in unison.

“Elowen did reach out to me that day, but all she held was a hand-stitched protection talisman she’d made

just for me.”

Silas’s features tightened, cold panic gnawing at his insides harder by the second.

“That can’t be. The video proves she hurt you.”

For ten long years he’d told himself every bit of suffering he’d dealt her was justified. She owed him

everything.

Margaret shook her head slowly.

“Think logically, Silas. If she truly hated me for standing in the way of your relationship, why’d she dive

straight into the lake to save me when I fell in? It would’ve been far easier to let me drown instead of dirtying

her own hands with violence.”

The words knocked Silas’s legs out from under him entirely.

Sweat soaked his palms, his heartbeat spiraling out of control as crippling terror crashed over him.

Worse than the realization Elowen was innocent was the horrifying question burning in his mind-who’d

tampered with the surveillance tape to frame her for a crime she never committed?

Silas stumbled unsteadily out of the ward and collapsed into the back of his sedan, his legs still shaking

violently.

His driver shot him a confused glance.

“Where to, Mr. Voss?”

“Westside Slum Flats.”

The driver blinked, confused by the strange location.

“Pardon me, sir?”

Deep

“WESTSIDE SLUM FLATS!” Silas roared, voice cracking with raw panic. “Did your ears stop working? Drive

there now!”

The driver hit the gas in a rush, speeding toward the dilapidated slum district.

Silas couldn’t sit still for a single second the entire drive. He picked relentlessly at his knuckles, en

fixed on the window.

Three full years had passed since he’d dumped Elowen off to live with that one-eyed beggar.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what hardships she’d endured all alone there.

He didn’t dare picture it.

He needed to reach her immediately. If she was still alive, there was still time to make things right.

Fate refused to grant him that small mercy. The car slammed on its brakes hard without warning, jolting

Silas out of his spiral of terror and dread.

“Dammit-” he snarled, ready to snap at the driver.

“Sir, vehicles sent by your father’s security team have blocked the entire road ahead.”

Father

Silas froze.

The car door was torn open a heartbeat later, and multiple burly bodyguards dragged him into a separate

luxury sedan sent by Julian Voss.

A horrific suspicion bloomed unbidden in the back of his mind.

They brought him to the private study inside Voss Manor the second they reached the estate.

Before Silas could utter a single word, Julian’s palm cracked hard across his cheek.

“I finally got you cut loose from that worthless girl, and now you’re racing off to the slums chasing her

again?”

“Even back when Dr. Hale was the most renowned cardiac surgeon in the city, she still wasn’t worthy of you.

Now her father’s dead and she’s a convicted felon with nothing to her name-she’s even less suitable for my heir. I won’t let you see her.”

Silas’s cheek stung from the blow, but he turned his head slowly, eyes narrowed into icy slits as he stared at

his own father.

“You altered the surveillance tape.”

Julian stared back without a shred of remorse, cold and unyielding.

“I did. Elowen’s innocent, yes. But so what?”

“Why?” Silas’s voice cracked, red rims lining his eyes, barely holding back broken sobs, no rage yet only

suffocating grief.

“I thought you liked her once, when she visited the manor with me.”

A mocking, bitter laugh burst from Julian’s throat.

“Liked her? Please.”