Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me novel Chapter 13

The sickening thud reverberated through Elysia's bones, striking her heart like a physical blow. Her whole body shuddered as she stared in disbelief at her bloodstained hands, the metallic warmth turning her stomach.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice tiny and broken. She dropped to her knees, frantically searching the room.

"A phone. He has to have a phone," she choked out between sobs but still found nothing. With no way to call for help, she turned to the window.

The chat erupted with conflicting reactions.

[Classic criminal behavior. Running away from her crimes.]

[Are you blind? She clearly acted in self-defense!]

[Nothing justifies murder. Period.]

In the studio, Caellan latched onto the comment. "So she was already a killer back then," he said, lip curling with disgust. "No wonder Mom and Rowena collected her from the police station. She probably did serious time in juvie."

Miles away, watching through his VR headset as he headed toward the company, Torin's features darkened with fury. His brother's casual accusation of murder made him itch to turn around and deliver another lesson in respect.

The stream's focus shifted to the window, where its clean surface reflected Elysia's face—hauntingly beautiful even at thirteen. Smooth skin gleamed beneath crimson streaks where tears cut paths through blood spatter.

The viewers found themselves transfixed by this jarring contrast of beauty and violence, until the glass shattered, fracturing her reflection into countless shards.

[Was she always this stunning?]

[She's thirteen, not a child. But why doesn't she look anything like her photos now?]

[For real, though, with a face like that, why steal? Just fire up a stream and watch the money roll in.]

[Must have scarred later—explains the bangs hiding her face.]

[I don't care about the past. I'm Elysia stan now!]

The memory continued to unfold on screen. Outside the broken window, Elysia scanned the courtyard frantically. Lyra had vanished with her precious son, leaving only Odessa chained in the cattle pen, a stark reminder of their captivity.

Her earlier screams transformed into relieved laughter at the sight of Elysia climbing through the broken window.

"Quick, hide behind me before she comes back!" Odessa called out, but Elysia just shook her head, tears streaming.

"I think I killed him," Elysia whispered, voice breaking. "What do I do?" She couldn't be certain the man inside was dead, but she'd never seen so much blood.