When His Eyes Opened

Chapter 113 “Yes, sir,” Chad responded.

Soon after, a cup of coffee was placed in front of Elliot.

As Chad exited the room, he bumped into Chelsea who was on her way over.

She was not wearing any makeup, and her face looked unusually haggard.

Chat approached her, intending to speak to her, but in the end, he said nothing.

Chelsea entered Elliot’s office and shut the door behind her.

“I’m sorry, Elliot,” she said in a hoarse voice as she stood in front of Elliot. “This was all due to my brother’s scheme. He knew that you were still recovering, so he made you go up that hill. It’s an especially steep hill. We don’t usually go up there ourselves. He wanted you dead.”

Elliot stared silently at her pale face, then said, “I know.”

“I’m sorry. He won’t apologize to you. He already left the country,” Chelsea said through the lump in her throat. “Please forgive my family, Elliot. My father’s getting old, and I’m afraid he won’t be able to handle the backlash. If you have to punish someone, then punish me. I’ll take it all without question.”

Elliot continued to stare at her in silence.

It was as if he was seeing her for the first time.

She always had on the most immaculate makeup and only presented her best self to him.

said in a soft voice that was void of emotion. “Leave the company and never appear in front of me again. If you can

face as

It was over!

completely

and tried to hold back her tears, but

one final, deep look at Elliot, then turned and ran out of the

building, it was Ben’s turn to walk into

to hear a word

birthday is coming up next week, Elliot. If you don’t want to have

let’s organize something small at home,” Ben

a sip of his coffee, then said coldly,

and

it to you if you don’t have a party? You should know that what she’s giving you isn’t something you can get

not care, but the look in

on it all day and all night just so she could get it ready in time for your birthday,” Ben continued. “Don’t you want to

sweaters

knitting a whole sweater was

foolish of anyone to

he would never call

a sweater,