Too Late for Regret My Biased Family Begged for Mercy While I Embraced My Billionaire Husband Chapter 07

Too Late for Regret My Biased Family Begged for Mercy While I Embraced My Billionaire Husband Chapter 07

News that Jax had been taken in spread through the family.

Relative after relative called.

They all said the same thing.

“They’re family. Why take it this far?”

Kael helped me get a new phone number.

Finally, the emotional blackmail stopped-for now.

My ribs healed slowly. Every breath ached faintly.

But that pain was nothing compared to the hole in my heart after all these years.

Kael cooked for me every day, different meals each time.

He helped me with my recovery exercises.

He said, “Elara, you deserve to be treated well.”

Tears flooded my eyes at once.

Thank god he was here.

A few days later, Mom called my old number.

“Elara, Jax made bail.”

“But he has a criminal record now. He’ll never get a good job,”

“Your brother’s young. He didn’t know better. Forgive him just this once.”

I held the phone and said nothing.

She took a deep breath.

“Also… we found the necklace. Lila just forgot where she put it. It wasn’t your

“You see, it was just a misunderstanding.”

“Drop the charges against Jax. Family doesn’t hold grudges, right?”

fault.’

A misunderstanding?

I had two broken ribs. That was a misunderstanding?

I almost died in that house. That was a misunderstanding?

I let out a cold laugh.

“Mom, do you know I broke two ribs?”

The line went quiet for a few seconds.

“But it wasn’t all Jax’s fault. You had a bad attitude too…”

“Besides, you’re better now. You should be more forgiving.”

Better?

The doctor said six months of recovery. That was better?

I hung up without another word.

Tears fell against my will.

I was falsely accused of stealing. All I got was a careless “it was a misunderstanding.”

They never even made Lila apologize.

To them, my pain, my blood… none of it mattered compared to Jax’s record.

I threw my phone aside.

Kael walked in with soup.

He saw my face and didn’t ask a thing.

He just set the soup on my nightstand and squeezed my hand gently.

“Drink some. I made ribs today.”

I nodded and sipped it slowly.

The soup was warm.

But the cold in my chest wouldn’t fade so easily.

My ribs still ached faintly.

Every cough, every turn in bed… it all reminded me of what happened in that house.

But I stopped thinking about it.