Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Chapter 114

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I looked at Sebastian for a moment, my thoughts slow to catch up with what he’d just said. Then I turned my gaze back to

Alec.

He stood by the door, his brow raised in surprise. Even he looked taken aback by the name Sebastian had called him.

For a second, none of us spoke. I shook my head softly and turned back to Sebastian. “Sebastian, this is Alec. Hades’

secretary.”

He blinked, as if snapping out of a daze. His hand went to his temple, rubbing lightly. “Oh…” he murmured, voice low and confused. “I’m sorry. I must be seeing things.”

My chest tightened. I hated seeing him like this. Losing our parents had changed him, but losing Skylar had nearly broken him. When he was young, Skylar had always been his hero, his protector, the one person who made him feel safe.

And now, sitting here looking lost, Sebastian looked like that little boy again, the one who used to run after our brother, trying to keep up.

Before I could say anything, Alec’s phone rang. The sharp sound made all three of us flinch slightly.

He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting, something flickering in his eyes before he sighed softly. “Excuse me,” he said, voice calm but faintly distant. “I’ll take this outside.”

I nodded, and he stepped out, closing the door gently behind him. The silence that followed was heavy, until Sebastian finally broke it.

“I’m sorry, Violet, I didn’t mean to mistake someone for Skylar. I don’t even know what came over me.”

I turned to him, smiling softly despite the ache in my chest. Reaching out, I took his hand, squeezing gently. “It’s okay, Sebastian, you’re still recovering. It’s normal to mistake someone for someone else.”

He frowned, shaking his head slowly. “N-no, it’s more than that, there’s just… something about him. Something that reminds me of Skylar. I felt it the moment he walked in. I can’t explain it, but it’s there,”

I blinked. My fingers tightened around his hand because I’d felt it too.

Every time I was near Alec, there was this strange sense of calm, of familiarity, as if I was standing next to someone I’d known all my life. It wasn’t romantic, it was deeper than that. But that was impossible. Skylar was dead. We buried him years

ago.

I exhaled softly, forcing a smile. “Let’s not think about it, okay?” I said, pushing the heaviness away before it swallowed us both. I lifted the fruit basket I’d brought with me and grinned at him. I brought fruit. Let me cut you some apples, your favorite.”

Sebastian’s expression softened, and finally, he smiled back.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I’d like that,”

I took one of the apples from the basket and a small knife from the tray beside the bed, sitting down on the chair next to

Sebastian.

The knife glided smoothly against the skin of the fruit, peeling it in one long spiral before I began cutting it into neat slices on the small plate.

Neither of us spoke. There was too much to say, too much that had been left unsaid. And maybe, neither of us knew where

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The silence lingered, until Sebastian spoke. “I didn’t jump, Violet.”

My hand stilled. The knife froze mid-cut, pressed halfway into the apple.

I didn’t look up. I just stared at the silver edge gleaming under the hospital light.

Sebastian’s voice grew smaller. “Violet, I wouldn’t jump. Please believe me. I don’t care what people say about me, but… I’m lucky for all the things you’ve done for me. There’s no way I would kill myself when I still have you. I wouldn’t put you through that.”

Something in my chest twisted painfully.

A quiet laugh escaped me. I blinked rapidly as a tear slid down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly with the back of my hand before setting the knife aside. I finally looked up at him and smiled.

“How little do you think of me, little brother.”

“What?”

I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees. “Do you really think your big sister would believe the words of others?” Why would my amazing little brother ever do that? He knows too well that I’d beat his ass if he did.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his lips slowly curving as that familiar, boyish smile returned.

“Right, I wouldn’t want to get my ass beaten.”

“Exactly. And besides,” I added, eyes glinting, “why would I think you jumped when the evidence clearly shows you didn’t?”

Sebastian’s smile faltered a little. He glanced down, fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “People think I jumped,” he said quietly. “I saw the news… they’re saying I jumped when they don’t even know the truth. They’re lying.”

I tilted my head, watching him before letting a smirk touch my lips. “I don’t think so.”

He looked up, confused. “What are you saying?”

Without answering, I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. I tapped on the screen and opened YouTube, scrolling to the video I’d watched earlier that morning.

The video began to play, and instantly, a familiar face filled the screen, Silaș.

Even through the small phone display, he looked very handsome, with that smug, charming smile that made women swoon and men grit their teeth.

The female reporter beside him was practically glowing, eyes wide and dreamy as she asked, “So, Mr. Silas, has the issue been resolved?”

Silas turned his head toward her, his expression cool and confident. “It has. The truth about the student who was blamed for jumping has finally come to light, backed by a recording as proof”

The camera cut closer, catching the faint curve of his lips. “The investigation confirmed that five male students, James, John, Robert, Michael, and William, were responsible for pushing the boy out of the window. Their reckless stupidity nearly cost an innocent life.”

The reporter gasped softly before laughing. “You actually mentioned their names. Are you even allowed to do that?”

Silas chuckled, his smile widening just slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “Who knows,” he said, tilting his head, “but if they want to sue me for it, they can go ahead. I’m always ready.”

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I couldn’t help it, a tiny smile tugged at my lips. He never cared whose toes he stepped on.

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