The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 15

Franklin's temper flared. "What is that little punk even worth? Was he really worth abandoning everything and destroying your own future for?"

Alaina bit down hard on her lower lip, the rims of her eyes turning a violent, bloody red.

"Being bullied to that extent, why didn't you fight back? Where did your spine go? If you're going to be a coward, then get as far away as possible, far away from all this garbage." Franklin was trembling with absolute fury.

"Dad!" Logan roared, unable to hold back. "You're crossing the line."

He turned and wrapped his arm around Alaina. "It's okay. If you go, I'll go with you."

Tears flooded Alaina's eyes, and the pain and grievance she had buried in her chest could no longer be suppressed.

"Professor, please don't kick me out. I really know I was wrong," she sobbed like a helpless child.

"Aside from you two, I truly have nothing left. Please don't send me away, I'm begging you. I promise, I'll do the surgery properly, and I want to get back to research. I want to make you proud of me again."

Franklin stood frozen, watching her with agonizing heartbreak, his own face already wet with tears.

Unable to hold back any longer, he opened his arms and pulled her into a hug, gently patting her back. "You have always been my pride, that has never changed. My heart just aches for you, do you understand?"

Alaina stopped pretending to be strong, burying her face in her mentor's chest and sobbing loudly, weeping out all the guilt she had carried for the past three years.

Late at night.

She leaned against the headboard in her room, her heart calmer than it had been in a long time.

Knowing death was approaching was undoubtedly terrifying and devastating, but it also gave her a different kind of motivation.

She would treat it as a completely fresh start.

No longer wallowing in self-pity, she was determined to make the most of every single day she had left.

Most importantly, she was going to live for herself.

Turning her head, she spotted the trench coat draped over the foot of the bed, still undecided on whether to throw it away.

She hung it in the closet, habitually checking the pockets.

Feeling something inside, she pulled it out, entirely surprised to find a circular black jade brooch.

It was clearly a vintage, high-quality piece, intricately carved with the design of a lifelike flying dragon.

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