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

Chapter 713: His life was hers

James didn't leave Slater, even after Slater woke up the next day. In fact, James cleared Slater's entire schedule and quietly took all the scolding without burdening him. He stayed in Slater's apartment, not taking his eyes off him.

James practically lived there, making sure Slater wouldn't do anything ridiculous again. Moreover, he was scared to lose a friend. So, the man poured all his energy into playing officer, watching this one prisoner 24/7.

Not to mention, how could James leave when Slater had been acting mute for the first week since that night?

Slater would just lie in bed or sit up, staring at nothingness as if he were losing his mind. James had to force Slater to eat and drink; if not, Slater would starve himself to death.

Fortunately, in the third week since the incident, Slater was slowly returning to his usual self. He had started getting better in the second week when he began speaking again, but James remained suspicious. He could only relax now because Slater had shown improvement, backed by the doctor.

"I'll just take this call," James remarked, casting a glance at Slater in bed. "Don't do anything. I'll really scold you then."

Slater indifferently snapped his eyes at James but didn't say anything. He watched James walk out of the bedroom, sighing as if he could finally breathe without James policing him.

"Not that I blame him," he murmured, gazing at the window across the room. "It was probably hard for him to witness what he did."

Another deep exhale slipped past Slater as he closed his eyes. However, he quickly opened them again as unwelcome memories played before him the second he closed his eyes.

"Hah..." Slater clasped his chest, his heart racing again. Reaching for the glass of water, he chugged it down to calm himself.

all these memories of the past surged in his mind like a flood. They confused him initially,

memory that made the most significant impact on him was from before he woke up

a motel room all alone, sitting on the floor with his back against the bed frame. He remembered holding a gun, smiling bitterly as tears flowed from his eyes.

hazy. It took him some time for them to grow clearer, answering all the initial questions in his mind. However, the truth didn't help

James coming that night and staying,

reason.

photo frame on the bedside table. He reached for it to take a look, smiling subtly as his eyes landed on the family photo inside. The photo was taken

at this, fatty," he murmured, pointing at her smiling face and her chubby cheeks. "She even had

long as it cracked, his eyes softening with guilt and regret before a thin layer of tears coated them. He held his breath until his neck turned taut, but his

whimpered, muffling his cries as his grip on the photo frame tightened. "I'm sorry...

his shoulders trembling. "I'm sorry..." he

together, watching Slater cry quietly as if he didn't want anyone else to hear him. All he heard were the quiet apologies Slater repeated before he quietly closed the door, giving him some

door, turning his back on

his eyes sting and wiped them with his arm before he huffed. "Why

Now I'm also crying-damn

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cried until his eyes were puffy and red.

particularly

"You

need an answer