Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 93

For the next few days, I recuperated at home with Dean perpetually by my side.

He took me to follow–up check–ups with Logan, cooked meals, even coaxed me into short walks.

Whenever I turned, he was there–except for the brief hours he disappeared to meet Callum at

Raven Tower.

But those days weren’t completely uneventful. A lot happened in the middle.

To start with, the same night Brandon was detained, the Scotts–led by his father, Mr. Scott- reached out to me when they discovered I was the reason he’d ended up behind bars.

They wanted a compromise. They apparently couldn’t allow a member of their family to face attempted assault charges; it would be too humiliating.

Their proposal was simple: if I agree to let Brandon off the hook, they would strip Brandon of all authority, exile him, and make sure he never set foot in Emerald City–and the country–again.

But I wasn’t having it.

That was far from what I wanted.

For a man who had scarred me in two lifetimes, I could not–would not–let him off so easily.

What I wanted was his utter and complete ruin. Only that could soothe the hatred in my heart… and avenge my darling baby whom he’d abandoned at birth.

So I rejected them.

The next morning, my parents called again using Uncle Theo’s phone.

Common sense told me not to answer. It was obvious they wanted to intercede for the Scotts.

But in the end, I lost to the tiny spark of hope still flickering in my heart.

They were my parents, after all.

Their daughter had survived such a horrifying ordeal. Even if they couldn’t help me punish the

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culprit, the least they could do was stand aside.

Be silent. Neutral.

I could have accepted that.

But-

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“I heard about what happened. I never imagined Brandon would be that kind of person,” my mom said after a short greeting, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Then her tone softened, persuasive.

“From what I heard, you had him detained already, but Lilith… our family and the Scotts have been longtime friends and business partners. If this is exposed, it won’t look good for either side…”

Yes, this was my mother. My biological mother.

If it had been my dad saying it, I could barely have excused him; since men sometimes fail to grasp how devastating an assault–attempted or not—is to a woman.

But my mother? A woman herself?

She should have known better.

Of course she knew. And still she suggested a compromise.

Still, I gave her one last chance–to see if she cared even an iota about me.

“What do you suggest I do, Mom?” My voice was flat, impassive, giving nothing away.

She must have mistaken it for wavering, thinking I was sincerely asking for advice, because her tone brightened at once.

“Why don’t we settle this privately? Your father and I already spoke with the Scotts. They plan to send Brandon away after everything has settled down. You’ll never have to see him again in this lifetime.”

“And that’s not all…” her voice lowered. “They said if you agree, they’ll accept Dean back into the family and let the two of you get engaged.”

At her words, I lifted my eyes from the sofa where I sat, my gaze drifting to Dean who was at the sink, washing the breakfast dishes we had just finished.

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Amusement flickered in my eyes.

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Her tone carried insufferable superiority. She must have believed the Scotts were making me an irresistible offer.

But they didn’t know.

It was never about whether the Scotts were willing to accept Dean. It was that Dean himself didn’t

give a damn about their so–called family, or whatever they had to offer.

Perhaps my gaze lingered too long as Dean suddenly looked back.

“You need something?” he mouthed with a faint smile.

I shook my head and gestured for him to continue.

Albeit puzzled, he turned back to the dishes.

Meanwhile, my prolonged silence must have irritated my mother.

“Are you still listening, Lilith?” she demanded, annoyance creeping into her voice.

I hummed softly in reply.

“Then what do you think? Should I tell the Scotts you agree?” she pressed eagerly.

A cold smile tugged at my lips. “No. I’ll think about it.”

Her composure cracked at once, all false pretenses falling apart.

“What else is there to think about? If not for this incident, we wouldn’t have gotten such a good deal!” her voice rose.

My eyes narrowed at once.

A “good deal“?

If she called it that, it definitely wasn’t about sending Brandon away or promising to accept Dean back into the family–not when they’d made no secret of their dislike for him, thinking he led me astray.

That left only one possibility.

They’d struck some other bargain. One I’d been deliberately kept out of.

Striking bargains when their daughter had almost been violated?

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