Chapter 538 Holding Up
“Dominic …
Darell bit his lip, then let out a long, heavy sigh.
No one had found rest that night.
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They stayed gathered in the hallway outside the hospital room, waiting for Blair’s eyes to finally
open.
Their mother, the woman who had once been the anchor of their lives, now lay inside, her body frail and broken.
How could anyone close their eyes in peace when her life teetered on the edge?
Sleep felt useless.
“Darell, do you believe in karma?”
Dominic’s voice cracked through the silence like glass breaking.
T…”
Darell’s throat tightened. Words almost escaped him but fell back before they reached his lips.
He understood exactly why Dominic had asked.
They had grown up as children of reason, raised to believe only in what science could prove.
Evidence was truth, logic was law, and superstition was nothing but fantasy.
But that had been before.
Since the night of the dream about Tilda’s death, since the encounter with Silva, Darell could no longer insist that retribution was only a myth.
Dominic’s torment came from the same shadow.
Tilda lingered in his heart, heavy with guilt and regret that no time could wash away.
In the pale glow of the corridor lights, Darell studied Dominic’s face. The sight made his chest ache.
Once, Dominic had been strong and radiant, the bright heir of Jenson Group, admired by all.
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Now he looked hollow, weighed down by grief, his spirit dimmed, as though age had stolen tent years in the span of months.
“If karma is real, then this must be ours,” Dominic whispered.
“This is what we deserve. We wronged Tilda. We failed her. That is why this has come upon us.
“Every ounce of pain is the punishment for what we did. If I could take it all upon myself, I would.”
The words carried regret so raw it bled into the air.
He thought of his choices.
He regretted letting Queen’s charm blind him.
He regretted sending the email that drew Queen’s attention and chained him as her student.
He regretted returning home like a demon, lashing out at Tilda with cruelty, all to shield a sister who had never been real.
The memories tore through him, each one sharper than the last.
Yet he was helpless to defend against them.
Why had he been so blind?
Why had he believed himself so clever, so powerful, so in control?
He believed he’d seen the truth.
In the end, he had lost the one person who had deserved his loyalty most..
his.
It was true that he had never wronged Tilda.
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