Semua Bab His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Ironically, without her needing to push them over the edge, those people were destroyed by their own corruption.Perhaps the saying "the rotten apple falls from the tree" was true after all.Just a few days ago, she learned that the Sinclaire family had been in a tragic accident. Ashley was hospitalized after a near-fatal incident caused by her own husband's actions.Her biological family, the Quinns, was equally devastated. She learned that her mother would rot in prison with a diagnosis of stomach cancer, while her father could only lament his fate, unable to do anything to help the woman he loved most. Worst of all, her dad might not be able to see her mother one last time due to her illness.Just this morning, Hazel heard that her father, who was usually so silent, was now wailing to be reunited with his wife.Most surprising of all, the Bennet family was actually crying over his departure. The genuine sadness from her in-laws felt foreign, yet somehow, it warmed her frozen chest.

By all the gods that still exist, that man really is just a gorilla being taught how to dress. He keeps shaking the doorknob.Damn it! Damn it! That gorilla bastard!I looked around wildly for a place to hide. Under the bed? I could choke to death on the dust. The bathroom? Way too predictable. The closet? That brute would surely tear it apart. Where the hell was I supposed to hide?!Just a split second before the hinges on my bedroom door snapped and the door slammed open, I was already swallowed by the darkness. From my hiding spot, I could hear Marco's ragged breathing, sounding exactly like a wild animal aggressively sniffing out its prey."See! You can see it for yourself, right?!" Jonah snapped loudly. "Do you see Hazel in here?! This room is completely empty! Your illness has apparently rotted your brain!""But I can feel her..." Marco muttered, his heavy footsteps dragging across the floorboards. "Her presence... and the scent in this room... it's Hazel's scent."I held my bre

"Take this with you."She gripped Marco's arm with surprising strength. Marco turned to find a middle aged woman trembling beside him. The Sinclaire maid's eyes were swollen, red, and veined with fatigue. Tears continued to spill down her aging cheeks."This... this is all I can give to that poor, kind girl." Nura thrust a worn cloth bag toward Marco's chest.Marco lowered his head, glancing at the bag, then back at Nura.He remembered. Nura was one of the oldest workers in the household. The middle-aged woman must have known Hazel since she was so young."Now, I have no reason to continue working in this horrible family," Nura's voice trembled, muffling her own sobs."So, please... help me bring justice to Young Lady Hazel. She..." Nura choked on her own breath, her shoulders shaking. "She was too understanding."Marco slowly loosened his fists, still numb from beating Howard. He stared intently at Nura, then offered his arm. "Leave this place with me right now. I... really want to h

"There she is, Cassandra Sinclaire!""Hey, look over here!"Cassandra blinked, quickly raising her hands to shield her face. Outside her family's towering gate, dozens of reporters stood packed together. Their long camera lenses were pointed directly at her as she stood exposed on the second-floor balcony.Why... was she suddenly out here? Wasn't she just in her room?The reporters greedily captured Cassandra's moment of utter confusion."What... why are you all down there?" Cassandra muttered, completely disoriented.Not long after, the piercing wail of sirens cut through the noisy chatter of the press. Three police cars, with their red and blue lights flashing brightly, broke through the crowd of paparazzi. They forced their way right through the open gates of the Sinclaire residence.An officer stepped out of the lead car. He looked up, staring straight at Cassandra."Cassandra Sinclaire! We're the police! Stay where you are and don't make any dangerous movements! Our officers are

Hearing that single name drop into the silence was more jarring than I could have ever anticipated. It hit the air like a live grenade.In that exact moment, I should have looked at Jonah with a disdainful smile, snorted sarcastically, and fired back with absolute certainty: Of course not. Why the hell would I waste a single brain cell thinking about that guy?I should have spat the words out without missing a beat.But what actually happened? My lips sealed themselves shut, cemented together by some invisible superglue. My throat constricted, dry and utterly useless. I could only tear my gaze away, suddenly mesmerized by the twisting wood grain on the dining table as if it were a Renaissance masterpiece.Ah, damn it. So this is what it feels like to be caught red-handed by your own conscience?"Is it because you saw him regretting everything? Crying, begging on his knees for forgiveness, and falling apart completely... is that why you suddenly feel sympathy for him?" Jonah's voice wa