After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 12

After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 12

There was no second chance, no do-over, no way to undo what he’d done.

Dr. Elias had been dead ten full years. Lila was gone too.

Silas didn’t even know where Elowen’s body had been laid to rest.

He’d changed absolutely nothing. He’d slit his wrists in that bathtub, only to be pulled back from the brink of

death by medical staff.

After that failed suicide attempt, Julian no longer dared lock Silas inside the manor.

Silas drove out to Westside Slum Flats at once, sending dozens of men combing every street at the exact

spot he’d abandoned Elowen three years prior.

The slum district looked identical, run-down and filthy as ever, but every vagrant and beggar wandering the

streets were all new faces.

He couldn’t find the one-eyed beggar Amos anywhere.

Elowen had vanished without leaving a single trace. Even with all the power and connections the Voss

conglomerate held, Silas couldn’t dig up a single clue to her whereabouts.

He was about to call off the search entirely when he spotted a one-eyed man walking past, clutching a large

canvas sack full of prescription medication against his chest.

The man’s clothes were neat and clean, nothing like the ragged rags worn by every other homeless person roaming the slum.

Silas recognized him instantly-it was Amos, the blind beggar he’d dumped Elowen with three years prior.

“Stop right there!”

Amos froze, one good eye wide with pure terror, then turned and sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.

He never stood a chance against Silas’s trained security team. They caught him in under sixty seconds, dragging him forward to stand before Silas in a crumpled, humiliated heap.

“Why run from me?” Silas snarled, reading guilt written all over the man’s face.

He grabbed Amos’s thin shirt collar, shaking him roughly.

“Where’s Elowen? What did you do to her three years ago when I left her with you?”

Amos trembled from head to toe, only repeating the same six broken words over and over.

“I don’t know. I don’t know her.”

Silas’s rage boiled over. He kicked Amos hard again and again against the concrete pavement.

“Don’t he to me!”

Amos’s mouth split open, blood trickling down his chin, yet he still refused to say a word about Elowen.

This man held the only lead Silas had left, and he wouldn’t break no matter how hard he pressed.

“Lock him up at the private holding facility,” Silas ordered his guards, voice dark and furious. “Hire every

memory retrieval specialist available within three days. I need every piece of information about Elowen out

of him, no matter what it takes.”

The guards bound Amos’s wrists tight with restraints, ready to drag him to the transport van.

A fragile, weak female voice cut through the chaos before they could lead him away.

“Silas.”

Silas froze mid-step toward the vehicle, terrified to turn his head. He feared this was another phantom

conjured by his tortured mind, just like the rebirth dream.

The voice spoke again, clearer this time.

“You’ve been searching for me. I’m right here.”

That familiar tone, that quiet lilt-Elowen. She was alive.

Silas whipped around fast, eyes blazing with shocked, desperate joy as he took in her thin, gaunt frame.

She wore a simple white flowy sundress, hair loose over her shoulders, every bone of her shoulder blades

prominent beneath the fabric. Her cheeks drained of all color, her eyes dull, clouded with terminal illness.

“Elowen, you’re alive. Thank God you’re alive.”

He lunged forward to wrap her in a tight embrace, yet Elowen stepped back smoothly, slipping out of his

reach before his arms could close around her.

“Arrest me if you must,” she said flatly. “Just leave my husband out of this.”

A high-pitched ringing buzzed loud inside Silas’s skull.

Husband.

He stared at her, numb and disbelieving.

“What did you just call him?”

“Husband,” Elowen repeated.

Silas’s eyes flooded red, his hands clamping hard down on her thin shoulders, shaking her gently.

“Don’t say that to hurt me, Elowen. How could you tie your life to a destitute one-eyed beggar like him? Don’t degrade yourself just to punish me.”

The brilliant, untouchable girl from Havenbrook Private Preparatory, admired by every wealthy socialite in

the city-married to a homeless cripple.

Elowen let out a hollow, bitter laugh.

“You’re the one who tossed me onto this sidewalk to live with him three years ago, Silas. Don’t pretend you’ve

forgotten.”

Silas’s shoulders shook violently with unendurable guilt. He’d been the one to sentence her to this miserable

life.

“Rest assured, I’ve never stepped foot outside Westside Slum Flats once in these three years, exactly as you

ordered,” Elowen said coldly.