Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 90: Timothy Xavier Learns About My Miscarriage and Is Completely Enraged (Climax! Must Read)

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Timothy Xavier Learns About My Miscarriage and Is Completely Enraged (Climax! Must Read)

In a panic, I stumbled out of bed and quickly walked out of the bedroom.

As I passed through the living room, I caught a faint scent of rice.

I walked to the kitchen door and saw Julian Sinclair wearing gray loungewear, slowly stirring something in the pot.

The sunset filtered through the blinds, casting a gentle outline on him, stripping away his usual aloofness, leaving him with an indescribable husband-like aura.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head, his gaze landing calmly on me: "Awake?"

My cheeks instantly flushed with heat, and I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I opened my mouth but couldn’t bring myself to ask about the clothes.

"I got the housekeeper to come and change your clothes."

As if seeing through my thoughts, he explained first, his tone as natural as if it were a common occurrence, "You had a fever; wearing wet clothes isn’t good."

"Tha...thank you, Attorney Sinclair."

I stammered my thanks, my fingers nervously clutching the hem of the shirt.

His shirt was wide and large for me, almost reaching my knees, leaving nothing exposed, yet I felt completely uncomfortable.

Julian Sinclair’s gaze lingered on me for a few seconds, his eyes deep, making his emotions unreadable.

Just then, the doorbell rang. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

He went straight to open the door; it was his assistant, Leo Grant, holding a bag.

"Attorney Sinclair, the clothes and medicine you requested."

Leo handed over the items, his eyes swiftly glancing at me before quickly looking away.

After he left, Julian Sinclair handed me the bag, inside was a new set of women’s clothes and a box of fever medicine.

At this moment, I just wanted to quickly change clothes and escape this place.

However, as soon as I picked up the clothes to head to the bedroom, Julian Sinclair called out to me: "Take the medicine first. The millet porridge in the pot is almost ready, and I don’t like waste."

His tone was non-negotiable, so I reluctantly sat at the dining table, internally berating myself: Even if he’s a senior, considering your grandfather’s connections, he’s taking care of you. What are you overthinking? Writing too many novels has fried your brain!

At this moment, Julian Sinclair brought over a bowl of millet porridge for me.

The grains were cooked soft and tender, with a few goji berries floating on top.

After drinking it, my stomach felt warm.

Though I usually have no appetite when I have a fever, the millet porridge he cooked seemed to suit my taste.

Julian Sinclair sat opposite me, slowly drinking the porridge, his movements elegant and dignified.

After a few sips of porridge, I suddenly remembered something and cautiously said, "Sorry, Attorney Sinclair, I only planned to take up ten minutes of your time today. I didn’t expect..."

"An accident, that’s all."

He put down the spoon and picked up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth.

His every word and action were impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.

...

After finishing my meal, I immediately went to change clothes, then proposed going home.

"I’ll take you."

He picked up the car keys, explaining, "It’s hard to get a taxi around here."

Remembering my car was still broken down at the detention center’s garage, I accepted his offer.

The car drove out of the villa area.

Just getting onto the main road, Julian Sinclair glanced at the rear-view mirror, chuckling lightly, "Your husband is quite persistent."

I was momentarily stunned, only then realizing that Timothy Xavier’s black Maybach was still following us in the rearview mirror.

Had he not left for the past few hours?

I inwardly cursed, calling him a lunatic and a freak!

"Attorney Sinclair, sorry, you don’t have to pay attention to him," I said awkwardly.

Julian Sinclair didn’t mind Timothy Xavier’s actions. When we were about to reach my home, he said to me, "Here’s a piece of advice: respect others’ destinies. If your brother really did steal commercial secrets, he should pay for his actions. You don’t need to run around like this."

I replied, "He was bewitched by Serena Sawyer. My brother may be impulsive, but he’s not a bad person; he couldn’t have done this alone."

Julian Sinclair smiled slightly, saying nothing more, as if silently mocking me for being ’stubborn.’

I spoke bitterly, my voice low, "Only when slapped on your body do you know the pain. You don’t understand my childhood. Without the Ellison Family, I would have been sent to an orphanage when I was very young. My mom... wouldn’t have made it till now."

Julian Sinclair quietly listened to me finish, glanced sideways at me, and said, "You’re right."

He looked very calm, without a hint of mockery, as if he truly understood my obsession.

I was surprised.

The invincible Attorney Sinclair didn’t refute me but instead acknowledged my thoughts.

He stopped the car downstairs of my house.

Seeing he was also about to get out, I hurriedly said, "You don’t have to see me off. I’m really sorry for taking up your rest time today."

Julian Sinclair still got out, glancing at the nearby black Maybach, saying, "I’ll watch you go up."

Only then did I realize.

With Timothy Xavier’s temper, as soon as Julian Sinclair left, he would probably come out of the car and forcibly take me away.

So, Julian Sinclair was standing there waiting for me to go upstairs before leaving.

I gratefully thanked him and quickly walked into the building.

After returning home, I developed a low fever again, so I updated two Chapters of novel plots and fell asleep.

The next day, I was awakened by the urgent ringing of my phone.

Groggy, I answered the call. My father’s voice sounded particularly despairing: "Zoe... your mother... she took a large amount of sleeping pills, just sent to Central City Hospital for emergency treatment, not out yet..."

"What?!"

My mind buzzed, and I quickly got up, washed up, and rushed out the door.

At the hospital, Mr. Ellison crouched beside the bench in the hallway, his hair turned mostly white overnight, his hunched back full of distress and time’s wear.

"Dad..."

My voice was hoarse, and I crouched beside him, asking, "How could this happen? Why did mom suddenly despair?"

Mr. Ellison lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, choking, "It’s all my fault... for not looking after your mom. Yesterday, your mom went to plead with Sophia Kendall again but got mocked by her, who even said Timothy was going to divorce you soon. It was then we found out your relationship with Timothy had become so bad. I told your mom not to get you involved in your brother’s affairs anymore. After all, you’re caught in the middle too."

I said nothing, lowering my eyes in silence, which was as good as consenting.

Mr. Ellison covered his face, despairingly saying, "I thought your mom understood, she didn’t object at the time. Who knew at the crack of dawn today, she suddenly took a bottle of sleeping pills..."

I listened quietly, suddenly realizing my brother’s trouble was more than just his own.

He’s Mrs. Ellison’s lifeblood and the Ellison Family’s only bloodline.

Timothy Xavier’s relentlessness towards my brother is tantamount to destroying the Ellison Family.

Just then, the emergency room light went out.

My father and I hurried forward, the doctor said, "We saved her, but she still needs observation."

Our hearts had just settled when my dad’s secretary rushed over with a grave expression, handing over a document.

"Chairman Ellison, there’s trouble at the company. Xavier Group just sent a legal letter, saying we must compensate them for all losses within a month. Otherwise... the court may seize all the Ellison Family’s assets."

My father’s knees went weak, almost falling to the ground.

I quickly supported him, even feeling the tremor in his body.

A bitter self-mockery welled up in my heart.

Timothy Xavier is indeed ruthless, unwilling to spare even the slightest mercy.

He’s meticulously planned, step by step forcing back all my defenses.

If I don’t compromise, he’ll make me watch the Ellison Family, who raised me, perish before my eyes.

"Dad, hang in there, take good care of Mom here."

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice calm.

Now, my parents are at a loss, with no other options but to rely on me.

I turned and walked toward the elevator, but Dad suddenly grabbed me and asked, "Zoe, where are you going?"

I replied, my voice hoarse, "To find Timothy Xavier."

Dad frowned deeply, almost in despair, and said, "Zoe, you’ve done enough for The Ellison Family! Actually, the Ellison’s business hasn’t been doing well these years. Timothy has helped us many times only for your sake. This time, your brother went too far, stealing secrets from his company... It’s all our fault!"

"Dad, I must go. If Timothy Xavier continues, The Ellison Family will be finished!"

I held my father’s hand, just like when I first arrived at The Ellison Family as a child, and he held my hand taking me to school.

But now, Dad’s palms have many calluses, and his hands tremble badly.

Mr. Ellison’s eyes reddened, his lips moved as if wanting to say something, but he swallowed his words.

His hand slowly released, as if unloading a heavy burden, or watching me walk towards a cliff.

...

Arriving at The Xavier Manor, the servant said nothing and led me straight to the chapel.

Timothy Xavier accurately anticipated I would come.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the chapel, the scent of ambergris rushed in.

Timothy Xavier stood with his back to me in front of the altar, under the dim light, his dark silhouette seemed like Satan from hell.

"You’ve come?"

He didn’t turn around, asking knowingly.

I stood a short distance behind him, my eyes suddenly colliding with the altar where Naomi Sawyer’s plaque was placed.

I should be furious, desperate, and helpless, yet at this moment, I inexplicably felt like laughing.

"Yes, I’ve come."

My voice carried a rasp of self-mockery, "You’ve pushed The Ellison Family to the brink, just for this moment, waiting for me to plead with you, haven’t you?"

Timothy Xavier’s lips curled with coldness, "You think you’re so important? You plead, and I’ll spare them?"

I bit my lower lip hard to restrain myself, asking each word carefully, "What do you want me to do for you to stop?"

"Kneel."

He finally turned around, his gaze an undeniable command falling on me.

My knees felt like they were filled with lead, bending inch by inch, kneeling on the cold ground.

The chill of the floor seeped up through the thin fabric, almost penetrating my bones.

Timothy Xavier looked down at me and said, "So obedient? I thought after staying with Julian Sinclair for so long yesterday, he’d give you some clever advice."

I recalled his car trailing us tightly yesterday and said, "Attorney Sinclair gave me no advice. My brother is wrong, I admit it. But can you be gracious, give The Ellison Family a way out? Even if you need to compensate Xavier Group’s losses, please give The Ellison Family some leniency."

But it seemed Timothy Xavier didn’t hear, still circling around the topic of Julian Sinclair.

He squatted down, his fingertips cold as ice gripping my jaw, "He didn’t advise you? Then tell me, what did you do while spending so long at his house yesterday?"

I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, rebuffing, "Does this have anything to do with The Ellison Family or Naomi Sawyer’s death?"

The mention of "Naomi Sawyer" pierced precisely into his sore spot, ceasing his questioning about Julian Sinclair.

Timothy Xavier’s grip on my chin intensified dramatically, his voice ominous, "Fine, then tell me, how did Naomi die? What did you do to her, pushing her to despair? Why was her earring in your bag?"

"Yes, I caused her death!"

I suddenly shouted hoarsely, in reckless abandon, "I was jealous of her, said the most vicious words, drove her to die! Is this what you wanted to hear, Timothy Xavier?"

Timothy Xavier’s cold demeanor turned grim, his sharp gaze like a blade intent on dissecting me.

With reddened eyes, my voice trembling uncontrollably, "Any hatred you have, let it out on me. Please, give The Ellison Family a chance... at least, don’t be so ruthless."

The chapel was dreadfully silent, Timothy Xavier remained speechless throughout.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me up, dragging me outside.

"What are you doing?"

He yanked me, stumbling behind him, my wrist aching from his grip.

He shoved me into the car, hit the accelerator.

I don’t know where he’s taking me, but from the moment I decided to come find him today, I’ve given up all resistance.

So, I leaned against the seatback like a fish thrown under the scorching sun, too exhausted to draw a breath, closing my eyes, waiting for an unknown fate.

The car eventually stopped at the foot of Westcliff Monastery.

I didn’t ask, but inside, a storm surged.

Why did he bring me here?

"Get out."

He said two words, striding straight towards the mountain.

I stood dazed, looking at this familiar place, my whole body trembling slightly.

I seemed to see again the winding red under Timothy Xavier’s feet on the stone steps.

The rain was so heavy that day, my child left silently here.

Timothy Xavier walked a few steps, turned, unhappily said, "What are you waiting for?"

I snapped back to reality, following him step by step.

Could it be that this time, he’s asking me to kneel from the foot of the mountain to the top, to atone for Naomi Sawyer?

Finally, we reached the summit temple.

He abruptly dragged me to the altar and said, "Do you dare to swear before God that Naomi’s death has nothing to do with you? If you’re lying..."

He paused, each word like a knife, "Let the child who died four years ago never find peace!"

I looked at him in shock, as blood rushed to my head, then froze into ice in the next moment, spreading through my veins to every limb and bone.

No matter if Doris was the child I gave birth to four years ago, but that child, ultimately, was his flesh and blood!

What kind of deep-seated hatred exists between us that he’d use such venomous words to curse a child!

My heart was gripped by an invisible hand, crushing it mercilessly.

It hurt! It hurt so much that my whole body trembled, my throat ached, yet I couldn’t utter a coherent sentence.

Just then, a warm, deep voice came from the doorway, "Amitabha, Patron Xavier, why did you come today without notifying us?"

Upon hearing this voice, Timothy Xavier’s expression eased slightly, turned, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Master Clarity, I came here today for a matter."

Someone as high and mighty as him seemed especially respectful to Master Clarity.

I thought, this must be the master who guided him in practicing Buddhism?

I turned to look, Master Clarity wore a red robe, over fifty years old, appearing very gentle.

I didn’t recognize him, but he walked toward me, smiling, "That day, I sent you, lady patron, to the hospital and hurried back to conduct the monk assembly. Has your health improved since, lady patron?"

I was stunned, realizing the master who sent me to the hospital that day was actually standing before me.

"My health has recovered now, but your lifesaving grace, Master Clarity, I’ll always remember."

I forgot about Timothy Xavier’s presence, my tone brimming with gratitude.

Master Clarity sighed deeply and said, "Amitabha, commendable, commendable. The temple is meant to help people overcome tribulations, yet it caused your child, lady patron, to be sacrificed undeservedly. Whenever I think of it, I always light an incense and recite scriptures for that poor fetus."

Beside us, Timothy Xavier suddenly spoke, "Master Clarity, the child you mentioned... what do you mean?"

Master Clarity looked at me and then at him, asking, "You and this lady patron are...?"

Timothy Xavier paused, saying quietly, "She is my wife."

Master Clarity understood suddenly, then showed a face of confusion, "Doesn’t Patron Xavier know your wife knelt in the rain last month at Westcliff Monastery and had a miscarriage? Luckily, my apprentice cleaning the temple discovered it, or it would have been a great tragedy!"