Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me novel Chapter 4

The memory fragment stopped abruptly, leaving the feed black and soundless. In the tense silence that followed, one comment appeared that would shake the studio: [So Fenwick actually set up his own sister.]

The accusation hit like a stone in still water, triggering an immediate surge of defensive responses from Fenwick's fans.

[He's just a guy with a typical guy fashion sense. Cut him some slack.]

[She could have said no if she hated it that much. Her choice, her consequences.]

Their support bolstered Fenwick's wavering resolve. "Just bad luck, really. Why else would—"

"Because she never refused us anything back then," Torin cut in, his voice raw. "And you knew how much she hated anything fuzzy."

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Heat crept into Fenwick's voice. "That I forced her?"

His composure cracked as veins stood out on his neck. "Are you letting thirty minutes of footage make you forget about Rowena—our real sister who truly loved us—lying in that hospital bed?"

His fans immediately turned on Torin.

Though not a celebrity, Torin's striking looks and position as Vice President of the Drayton Group had turned many employees into devoted fans. The chat exploded into chaos as his supporters clashed fiercely with Fenwick's fanbase.

"Focus," Torin's voice sliced through the chaos. "We caught the kidnapper but never found the woman pulling the strings." He strained against his bonds with renewed purpose. "She was the mastermind. This case isn't closed. I need to find her."

Stellan spoke before he could break free. "Rest assured, Mr. Drayton. The police have the recording. They'll investigate."

"Shall we continue?" Stellan asked softly. "Don't you want to see what happened next?"

Torin's struggle stilled. The question twisted in his gut. If Elysia had been this pure, this selfless, what darkness had transformed her into someone so cruel?

An older woman's voice pierced the silence in the footage. "Lucky me! Found myself a free child today."

[That must be the woman Elysia betrayed—the one who raised her for ten years!]

[A decade of care repaid with a lawsuit. Talk about ungrateful.]

One comment drifted past unnoticed. [Something feels wrong about what this woman just said.]

Everyone was too busy playing judge and jury from behind their keyboards to notice the truth.

The memory began skipping forward like a scratched record—flashes of yellow earth, green fields, a village frozen in the last century. Through the fragmentary images, one voice remained clear.

"Dorian, look what I brought home!" Lyra Brook called out excitedly.

"Half an hour and you snag a girl?" Dorian Brook asked. "Still breathing after your rough handling?"

"Found her like this," Lyra replied, expectation in her voice. "Still kicking. Pretty little thing—she'll fetch a good price once she heals up."

Sharp intakes of breath filled the studio. Even the critics fell silent.