Chapter 293


    Chapter 293 Come To My House Tonight


    As ifpelled by something, Joseph asked, “Does she regret it?”


    “Does she regret it? Yes, she does! She regrets everything immensely. She cried for days, her heart


    and mind consumed by thoughts of you!” Emily rambled, simultaneously offering a silent apology to


    Chloe.


    Although Chloe had not explicitly expressed her regret to Emily, she could sense Chloe’s genuine


    concern for the rtionship. Hence, Emily felt it was time for her to step forward and


    take matters into her own hands.


    “But what good is her regret now? It holds no significance,” Joseph retorted, his voice dripping with


    sarcasm.


    Emily blinked. “Then go and talk to her. Win her back.”


    His face sank and he ignored her. ‘Talk to her? Win her back? What nonsense. On what basis does she


    assume that I can’t live without that dumbo?”


    Emily watched as the Rolls-Royce vanished into a swirling cloud of dust, leaving behind a lingering


    question mark in her mind.


    What did that mean? Did her efforts have any effect?


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    Regardless of the efficacy of her endeavors, she had done everything within her power at this point.


    Whatever happens next rested solely in their hands.


    Once Chloe finished reviewing the financial reports at the Johnsons’ office, she returned home with


    Benjamin. After spending the night there, she woke up the next day to the warm embrace of sunlight


    streaming through the window, feeling rejuvenated and invigorated.


    As she made her way to the dining room to get herself a ss of juice, she noticed something was


    wrong with Benjamin. His face was twisted in pain and he was crouched on the floor, seemingly


    searching for something underneath the wine disy cab.


    When Benjamin caught sight of Chloe, he gestured toward himself and then pointed beneath the


    cab, struggling to speak. “The…The medicine… It fell…under…”


    It was only now Chloe remembered that Benjamin suffered from severe asthma and relied on


    medication to manage his condition as it could pose a threat to his life if left unattended.


    “I see,” Chloe responded in a detached tone as she ced the juice on the table. She knelt down and


    reached her arm under the cab, attempting to retrieve the medicine. After a few futile attempts, she


    came up empty-handed.


    By this point, Benjamin was drenched in cold sweat, gasping for breath, and unable to utter a


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    word. Chloe tried again but to no avail. Helplessly, she shrugged. “It seems the medicine may be too


    far inside for me to reach. Do you have any spare medication?”


    Gasping for breath, Benjamin mustered all his remaining energy to weakly raise his hand and point


    toward the upstairs bedroom, using simple gestures to convey his message. Every ounce of strength


    within him was expended in that single act.


    Chloe nodded, her slender legs taking a few steps forward when a thought suddenly struck her and she


    paused. She turned back and gazed at Benjamin. “Am I the only one who can save you now?”


    Benjamin could no longer speak, but the intense desire to survive zed in his eyes.


    With deliberate steps, Chloe walked back to Benjamin, her figure towering above him. She observed


    the shock that was etched across his face, her gaze unwavering. Her voice, now chillingly cold, pierced


    through the air as she spoke, “Wasn’t my mother in a simr situation before she passed away?”


    Benjamin’s pupils dted, a mixture of shock, panic, and fear cascading over his features.


    “My mother begged desperately, but you intentionally ignored her pleas. How desperate she must have


    been to cling to life. What did she do to deserve what she got? You were her legal husband, and what


    you did verges on deliberate murder!” Chloe’s words sliced through the air,den with anger and


    usation. She shut her eyes tightly, unable to conceal her seething hatred as her voice quivered.


    “Today, you shall experience the same torment.”


    Summoning hisst ounce of strength, Benjamin clutched onto her ankle, his face flushed, hist eyes


    pleading for forgiveness and brimming with the desperate desire to survive.


    Chloe called Karen and ced the phone in front of him. “You can ask Karen for help. If she’s willing to


    save you, I’ll immediately go upstairs and get the medicine for you.


    Unfortunately, Karen did not pick up.


    Benjamin struggled to catch his breath, his face contorted with anguish. Deep down, he regretted it all.


    When he discovered that Ava was not his biological daughter, he was filled with remorse. He had


    hoped to make amends with Chloe, clinging to the belief that he still had a chance. Little did he know


    that Chloe had long been aware of the truth.


    In despair, darkness enveloped Benjamin and he passed out.


    Chloe wiped away the tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes and dialed emergency services.


    Though she desired revenge against Benjamin, she had no intention of viting thew in her pursuit.


    For now, she had a more important task at hand.


    After sending Benjamin to the hospital, she would inevitably have to report the incident to the police.


    With so many years having passed, the evidence was surely long gone. The only witness who could


    render Benjamin powerless was Wren.


    However, one hurdle remained. Joseph was the one who had discovered Wren had and Chloecked


    any means to contact her. To locate Wren, she would first need to find Joseph.


    The thought of their shattered rtionship caused a headache to gnaw at Chloe’s mind. With no other


    choice, she mustered the courage to dial the man’s number.


    “Can you hand over Wren to me? I’m nning to report what happened to the police.” In a distant yet


    polite manner, she conveyed her plea.


    The man responded slovenly, his voice tinged with arrogance, “Beg me.”


    “Please…” Chloe said reluctantly.


    ‘What a despicable bastard!”


    “You call that begging?”


    Chloe pursed her lips. “Then what do you want in return?”


    There was a three-second pause on the other end before he replied, “Come to my house and serve me


    tonight.”


    Chloe assumed that he meant by “serve” was cooking for him, taking care of Toto, or handling some


    household chores. Without much thought, she readily agreed.


    “Go and make the report now and send me the hospital address. I’ll bring Wren to you,” he said.