Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 712: How can she forgive us?

There were so many things Slater was grateful for. He had a loving and supportive family who would accept him no matter how unreasonable he could be. The people around him often cheered him up and believed in him.

Slater had a good career; his album had just hit the charts, and people wanted him for many reasons. His fans almost worshipped him, probably singing his songs while taking a bath, studying, or just singing them for no reason at all.

There was so much that could keep Slater going-so many good things. From another person's perspective, he was living the life. He should be happy. He had everything one would wish for and pray for.

But why did he feel so empty?

Was it because he was ungrateful? Was he just focusing on the wrong things? Or was it the lack of spark in his creativity? Or perhaps it was the nightmare that kept haunting him in his sleep?

To be honest, Slater had no idea.

All he knew was that the more he tried to fight it, the heavier this emptiness felt. It was strange how emptiness could take up so much space in his heart, making him even more determined to fill it with something-anything.

Even if that something was him disappearing.

Perhaps that would ease his mind.

What Slater didn't know was that sometimes emptiness was just like the moon. One has to experience complete emptiness to be full again.

robbed him of his breath and strength, Slater surrendered himself to the end that everyone must face when the time was right. He might have surrendered too

in a long time, he felt

place of solace, memories he never had surged within him like a flood. They reminded

Shit, shit, shit!

this distant distress call, feeling something

James, who was performing CPR on Slater, was in tears. He had already called for help, but

tub. Seeing the empty bottle of wine on the floor, he was confused about whether this was intentional or not. However, he knew

wouldn't just give gifts like that. Not that Slater was not generous, but this was too abrupt. Moreover, James had noticed that Slater

decided to go back and check on him. After all, before James became Slater's manager, they were friends. Who would have thought this was what he would walk in

coughed up water before rolling onto his side. "Oh,

as James felt his entire body drop. Before he knew it,

relief swelled in his chest as he rested his back against

God..." James breathed out, his eyes

*****

to revive Slater, the paramedics arrived at his place. They helped both Slater and James, but Slater insisted on staying. Barely conscious, he begged James to let him stay. For Slater's sake, James asked the paramedics to treat Slater there, with

James sat in the room, gazing at Slater in

death of

distress. The doctors had already left after prescribing some medicine and inserting an IV into Slater. They told him

wondered, casting Slater a look. "I just