Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 210

The sun filled Cabinda with warmth that morning. Rays poured through the bay window, lighting up everything they touched. Still, Hannah only felt cold.

She sat curled up in the window’s corner, hugging her knees tight. Every part of her shook, her skin almost ghostly pale. Going two days without food had hollowed out her face and left her eyes fierce with defiance.

She heard a sound from the door and barely flinched. Jackson stepped in with a tray of food. He glanced at the bodyguards posted outside. He tried shutting the door but one of them stopped him.

“Leave it open, Jackson.”

Jackson let out a tired sigh. He gave up and brought the tray over, setting it gently by her side. His voice dropped to a careful hush, as if he was afraid she might shatter. “Hannah, you should eat a little. Just something. Please.”

She didn’t look at him. Her gaze stayed stuck on the world outside. “Why is it you?”

That question cut straight through him. Jackson felt something sour spread in his chest. “Odette said she couldn’t get through to you, so she asked if I could try. Don’t do this to yourself, Hannah. Please. Everyone’s worried about you…”

She let out a low, bitter laugh. “Worried? So they locked me up, took a stranger’s side, shredded my reputation, and called it concern? That’s funny.”

Jackson fell quiet. Honestly, he knew there was a need for some sort of public statement. But even so, he thought Lawrence and his parents really went too far this time. No proof, no kindness, just tossing her to the crowd.

They’d left Hannah with no way out. She wasn’t stable to begin with. How was she supposed to handle this kind of betrayal?

But what could he really do?

A voice answered from the doorway. “Let her see,” Lawrence said, stepping in, looking drained of life and emotion. “Let her know what it feels like when the whole world turns on you.”

Hannah’s scream stopped. Her eyes found Lawrence’s and held there. All her anger and hurt showed.

Her lips trembled. She couldn’t speak. Jackson saw her shaking and didn’t dare hand her the phone, but Lawrence just looked down, unlocked his own, and tossed it to her.

The phone landed in her lap with a heavy thud. On the screen was her social media account. The page that used to be full of life and noise now had only a single lonely post.

Her follower count had dropped by more than two-thirds.