The Rejected Principessa Returns novel Chapter 96

Chapter 12

My parents stumbled forward, almost falling to their knees before the General.

“General, please, you must see reason! Our children would never do such a thing! There must be some

misunderstanding! How could Bella and James dare harm General Clark’s grandson!?”

Mrs. Clark’s face was dark with fury. Just as she was about to speak, a guard came forward holding a clear evidence bag.

“General, this was found clutched in the young master’s hand. It’s a button.”

Inside the bag was an exquisite pearl button, an exact match to the one on Isabella’s dress that day, down to the unique spiral pattern.

My parents spun around, staring at Isabella in disbelief.

“You… you actually framed your own brother? James has always given you everything! How could you be so

vicious?!”

Isabella collapsed to the ground, staring at the button, her lips trembling, unable to utter another word.

The General’s expression was stormy. He said coldly, “Isabella Caldwell intentionally endangered a child. The

nature of this act is egregious. Transfer her immediately to the authorities for processing according to the law! General Caldwell is suspended pending review for his failure to properly guide his daughter!”

Isabella cried and struggled. “General, I was wrong! I didn’t know he was General Clark’s grandson… I really

didn’t know!”

The moment the disciplinary action was announced, my father slumped onto a bench, his face the color of

ashes.

James stood rigid, as if his soul had been ripped out, his eyes vacant, staring at the ground.

A moment later, he slowly lifted his head, his gaze cutting through the crowd to land directly on me.

I met his eyes for only a second before looking away.

This was a lesson best understood when the knife wound was in your own flesh.

As I turned to leave, James suddenly let out a crazed laugh.

He laughed and laughed until tears streamed down his face.

“Karma… this is all karma…”

The car wheels began to roll, carrying us onto the airport expressway.

I leaned against the window, watching the scenery fly past.

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Suddenly, two stumbling, chasing figures appeared in the rearview mirror, their hoarse cries piercing through

the glass.

“Eleanor! Mom and Dad know we were wrong!”

“Sweetheart, come back… We were truly wrong!”

The hand resting on my knee trembled slightly, my fingers unconsciously clenching.

Through the tinted window, I saw my parents’ figures, looking especially haggard in the wind, more white

streaking their temples.

All those overlooked days and nights, all the swallowed grievances, surged up like a tide. Yet, I was surprised

to find my heart was no longer troubled, leaving only a sense of relieved calm.

In the end, I withdrew my gaze, raised the window, shutting out the wailing wind and the past along with it.

Julian gently took my hand, warmth spreading from his palm.

“It’s over.”

“Yes,” I said, looking out the window at the boundless sea of clouds, a faint but genuine curve touching my

lips. “It’s time to look forward.”

Some cracks can never be fully mended.

And true farewells often begin only after the heart has died.

This time, I would not look back.

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