All Chapters of There's No Turning Back: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Elara wanted to destroy him socially."Let me go!" Harvey snapped coldly. His body was still reeling from everything that had just happened, and his muscles were trembling beyond his control."Let's call it even!" he forced out, struggling to keep his voice steady. But the rough hoarseness in his tone was impossible to hide.The cold bamboo cane tapped against his face. Above him, Elara's voice rang out in a crisp and detached manner, "Ugly men always have the most beautiful fantasies."She lowered the cane and glanced at her wrist. Bruises had already formed, and there was a dark patch spreading across her pale skin.Her expression turned utterly indifferent."I told you already. From now on, you're staying here. No food. No bathroom. If you really can't hold it in, I'll have an intercom installed. You can use it to beg me."Elara paused, considering how to refine her plan. If she was going to imprison Harvey, she might as well do it thoroughly.She turned to the bodyguards.

Finnegan was like a dangerous beast—unapproachable to anyone except Elara."Do you really think you're her real boyfriend? Go ahead and fool others, but don't start fooling yourself," he said coldly.Theodore, who was already fuming, was about to retort when Elara tugged lightly on his sleeve. The fire in his eyes melted into a bright, affectionate smile upon meeting her gaze."I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you say," he said, his voice wrapping around her like a warm down blanket.Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to swallow his resentment—for her sake.He could fight for her, compete for her, but he could also let go when it mattered."Since my dear brother-in-law is an expert at treating bruises, I'll leave Elara in your capable hands. I have to admit, as a boyfriend, I can't compare to her blood relative," Theodore said, deliberately dragging out certain words.Finnegan's expression darkened.Meanwhile, Theodore lowered his gaze and carefully cradled Elara's del

Beau's eyes widened as he looked at Merida again, his gaze now fixated on the thermos in her hands.Merida asked softly, "Do you want me to feed you?"Beau didn't respond, so she took his silence as agreement. She scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to his lips.Beau opened his mouth and swallowed the chicken noodle soup she fed him. This soup was different from the one he had once stolen from the stray cat.It was still warm, carrying the same familiar taste as the soup Elara used to make for him in the past. As he ate, hot tears welled up and streamed down his cheeks.Merida quickly set down the spoon and reached for a tissue to wipe away his tears. "You shouldn't cry while eating. It's bad for your health."Those were the same words their mother had once told him. Beau swallowed hard, but the tears continued to blur his vision."Mm…"He tried to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.Merida fed him every last drop

"Grandma! Let me down!" yelled Beau.The nurses unanimously got Ethel to stop her actions. "Put him down, Madam Fisher!""You'll increase the burden on his body this way, Madam Fisher!"A few other nurses worked together to grab Beau from her arms. Once the nurses returned him to his sick bed, he felt unwell. Every time he took a breath, his back would hurt. The nurse asked Ethel. "Everything was fine, so why did you ask him to throw it up?""Didn't you hear? He ate something he shouldn't have!"The nurse replied, "I checked the soup before the little girl fed it to him. It's fine. Your grandson finally has the appetite to have some soup, so how could you get him to throw it up without any regard for his injuries?"Ethel went to Beau's side and said in a soft voice, "You were confused by your hunger. The soup that woman made doesn't have any nutritional value. Soup is meant for servants. How is this different from feeding you pig food?""I like Mommy's soup!" roared Beau.

In a certain room, the glow of the TV illuminated Harvey's face. He would never have imagined that he would be locked in a room in such a humiliating position to watch a news broadcast.The TV showed the time, so he knew he had been locked in here for a day and a night. Because he went without food or water for so long, his physical needs were minimal. However, he had sweated earlier and also soiled his pants. He could feel that his whole body stank.Never in his recollection had he ever worn the same suit until the next day. Even if he was pulling an all-nighter at the company, he would spend at least ten minutes showering and changing into clean clothes.He recalled the year Dawn died, there were a few times when he drank himself into unconsciousness. When he lay on the couch, Elara would remove his tie, change his socks, and wipe his face with a warm towel.She would even carry him to bed. Once he woke up the next morning, he would find himself in clean pajamas, feeling refres