All Chapters of ASHES OF INNOCENCE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Brewster and Jim found that all the things they brought had been taken by the bodyguards. "Can we enter now?" Brewster asked the men timidly. The men nodded. None of them said a word, but they paved the way for the brothers. Brewster bowed slightly and flashed a smile. After which, he caught Jim's hand and led him in. Finally, he had been allowed to enter Ace's mansion. He had been curious about what the place someone as cold and detached as Ace would look like. Would it look like those apartments in fairy tales or like the ones he used to see in movies? Or maybe like his family's former mansion?But he hadn't been able to choose any of the houses he imagined because none of them seemed to fit Ace's style. His curiosity piqued as he was led through a vast garden, and then a car stopped before him. Jim was also confused. "Where are we going again?" He had to ask. Weren't they already standing before the mansion earlier? Not only did the bodyguards take them around the mansion, b

Brewster stirred. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes finally opened. "Brother Jimmy?" He called as his eyes fell on Jim. His voice was still soft with sleep, almost childlike. Jim dropped his phone and glanced at Brewster. "You're finally awake." He said calmly. Brewster nodded. He supported himself up from the bed and glanced around. "Did Ace show up?" Jim shook his head. "He didn't. But a maid showed up earlier and asked us to come for lunch." "Lunch?" Brewster asked in confusion. Had he slept for so long? He checked the watch on his wrist, and his lips twitched. He really slept for a long time. "How long had it been?" "Less than 30 minutes ago. Should we go now?" Jim asked. Brewster agreed. He was famished. He hadn't eaten since he woke up, and his stomach seemed to have been washed clean. Jim and Brewster left the room. A maid was already standing outside the door the moment they got out, and she led them downstairs where the dining was. Brewster looked forward to t

Brewster fell weakly in bed. His body ached so terribly that he didn't even want to move. He lay face flat on the bed, his lips quivering, and his eyes closed. The bed dipped, and he knew Ace was about to leave, but he couldn't do anything. His eyes refused to open either. "Goodnight." He heard the man say. "Hm," Brewster replied nasally, unable to look at the man. He listened patiently as the man opened the door and left his room. Only then did he breathe in relief and try to turn around to sleep on his side. The movement felt like he was tearing his waist apart, and he let out a cry. "He's too bad. Mr Ace is too terrible." He cursed under his breath. Who would have thought the man would engage him for hours without stopping? What was worse, he was the one riding all through, doing all the work while the man only enjoyed. Brewster wiped the sweat off his forehead. Despite the AC in the room, he still sweated. He bit his lower lip and silently opened his eyes. His eyes were

Brewster sat in Ace's car. He felt unusually nervous in the presence of the man beside him. Ace had his sleeves pulled up, showing his forearm as he drove out of the compound with a face filled with indifference. Brewster hugged the seatbelt to his chest and bit his lower lip as he peeked at the man. 'Handsome.' His heart kept echoing, and his cheeks reddened. He wondered why Ace would suddenly decide to take him to the hospital, and for a moment, he thought maybe Ace didn't believe his mother was truly in the hospital. But then again, with Ace's resources, there was no way he wouldn't find out the truth if he wanted. So, that could not be the reason. Then, did Ace think about him and want to help him?Brewster shook his head. It wasn't nice to think too much. However, Ace noticed everything. While his mind was filled with the thought of Ian, and on his phone, waiting for calls about his men's movement, he could still see everything that was going on beside him. He glanced a

The meeting went on for an hour, but to Brewster's dismay, he wasn't permitted to say a single word. The doctors all looked at him like he was a pitiful child and directed all the questions to his family doctor, who answered coherently. Brewster felt awkward. He stared silently as the old and middle-aged men discussed fervently, checking the reports and operating the screen. It was like his existence didn't matter to them, but every now and then, they would look at him with kind eyes. Maybe he looked too innocent to them?Brewster didn't know, but at least his heart was at peace. After he entered the room, he was nervous for a moment. He initially thought the doctors would all be the same age as his family's doctor, but who would have thought the youngest among them was already a middle-aged man. He realized how difficult it would be to converse with those men, but on second thought, he remembered A