Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 293

Hollis got in the car.

As they drove away from the manor, Old Mr. Rutledge asked, "Did you tell him Seren is coming to your house?"

Hollis nodded. "I can see he regrets his actions. I thought I'd give him a chance."

Old Mr. Rutledge grunted in agreement. "I suppose so."

He had watched Seren grow up and knew most of the cruel things the Bradleys had done to her. Hollis, on the other hand, was not privy to the full extent of it. If he had been, he probably wouldn't have been so charitable.

But perhaps it was for the best. It was time for Swain to face reality.

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It was two in the afternoon.

After finishing her practice, Seren was cleaning her brushes when she noticed that one of them, a blended fiber brush, was a limited edition anniversary model from The Aerie.

She typically used sable brushes, as most experienced artists did.

Sable brushes were soft and versatile, allowing for a wider range of strokes and color variations with the right technique.

She had only picked up the blended fiber brush today because she had accidentally dipped her warm-toned sable brush into a cool color.

She found it strange. This particular model wasn't a collector's item, nor was it particularly expensive. Brushes were consumables, so this one should have been impossible to find on the market now.

How had Lennon managed to get it?

"Yes. Where do you want your phone?"

"Just leave it on the bed." Seren stood in front of the mirror outside the bathroom, patting toner onto her face. "Who was it?"

"It was Nadine," he said, placing the phone on the bed. "I think I startled her when I answered."

"That's not surprising. It's probably the first time that's ever happened."

Seren paused, thinking back. It really was the first time. She was a very private person and disliked people touching her things or entering her personal space. During her three years at The Golden Age, she had kept all her belongings locked in a suitcase because maids were constantly coming in and out of her room. She always kept her phone on her; not even Sheridan had been allowed to touch it. So, the idea of someone else answering a call for her was completely foreign.

Thinking about the person she used to be and the person she was now, she realized, with a jolt, that she had let her guard down enough to casually ask Lennon to answer her phone.