Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Chapter 19: Brought to Tears by Him

Serena Sawyer looked at the state of those fans outside the car window, and it was like she was startled, leaning into Timothy Xavier’s arms.

Her voice was small yet carried a hint of pride as she explained to : "Miss Ellison, I’m really sorry. Today, I’m shooting an ad for Timothy’s company here, and the fans were just too enthusiastic. Timothy’s car is temporarily picking up my mother, so it’s really a trouble to ask you to take us ho."

Oh, so Serena Sawyer’s mother also ca, Timothy Xavier’s future mother-in-law.

For the sake of my job at Seven Stars dia, I held back the agitation in my heart and slowly drove the car steadily away.

Unexpectedly, those brainless fans persisted in chasing us relentlessly.

Several other cars followed behind my vehicle.

Wherever I go, they go too, embodying the sentint of never leaving or forsaking.

Serena Sawyer said, awkwardly: "Timothy, if they continue to follow like this, they will definitely find out where I live. My privacy will be exposed."

Timothy Xavier suddenly said to : "Zoe Ellison, stop the car."

I thought they were planning to get out here to prevent exposing their address.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I parked the car by the roadside, Timothy Xavier said: "Give your clothes to Serena, then drive away."

I was stunned, looking at him in disbelief.

He truly didn’t care about my fate at all!

Seeing my reluctance, Timothy Xavier said: "She is a celebrity, and you are a regular person. The fans aren’t targeting you; you’re not in any danger."

Serena Sawyer also held my hand at this mont, appearing very frail: "Please, Miss Ellison, help just this once, alright? I don’t mind, but if my privacy is exposed, it won’t be good for Timothy and Doris."

Through the rearview mirror, I t Timothy Xavier’s dark, indifferent gaze.

"Timothy Xavier, don’t even think about it! If you push further, I’ll make you both get out of the car right now!"

I was practically gritting my teeth.

I never understood how a person’s heart could be as cold as stone.

I thought as long as I refused, Timothy Xavier couldn’t do anything to .

But then he lightly opened his lips and cruelly uttered each word, "From now on, I will have them shut down your mother’s equipnt. Whenever you swap clothes with Serena, whenever the equipnt will be back on."

That equipnt is my mom’s lifeline, and he just wants to stop it so casually.

Eventually, I was forced to compromise.

And just like that, Serena Sawyer changed into my clothes, smoothly got out of the car, and escaped the sight of those brainless fans.

anwhile, Timothy Xavier was still in the car.

I tightly held the steering wheel and continued driving down the highway, yet tears began to stream silently down my cheeks like an uncontainable faucet.

Timothy Xavier’s cold, hard features softened slightly, offering a rare explanation to : "She is Doris’s mom; she can’t have anything happen."

I sniffled and asked: "Timothy Xavier, when do you plan to give her a title?"

I rember the lawyer’s advice not to act rashly, but I really can’t help wanting to break free from this marriage.

Through the rearview mirror, Timothy Xavier’s dark eyes were obscure and unhappy as he said: "That’s not sothing for you to worry about."

After that, he said: "Drop off at the next intersection, then drive sowhere else. Rember not to disclose the address of the house."

I truly admire Timothy Xavier; he protects those he wants to protect flawlessly.

While I am the one who can be cast aside at any mont.

After Timothy Xavier got out of the car, I aimlessly drove around the highway.

Later, the fuel in my car ran out, forcing to stop.

Those fans finally saw an opportunity, surrounding my car with several vehicles, each one hitting my car door with their phones and notebooks.

I imdiately called the police and locked the car door, waiting for the police to arrive.

But just then, soone used an iron rod to smash my car window directly.

I’ve never seen such a scene before; it scared into holding my breath.

The shattered glass from the window fell right in front of .

When they saw there was only in the car, and not even a shadow of Serena Sawyer, they all went crazy.

"Serena isn’t in the car! How could this be?"

"Who is this person!"

"Get out here!"

They hastily pulled out of the car, and glass shards cut my hands.

But this was far from over; those people clutched at , demanding: "Where’s Serena? Where did she go?"

"Do you know how much effort we spent finding Serena, and you dare to deceive us!"

"You should die! We’ve been fans of Serena for so long, just to take a picture, why won’t you even give us a chance!"

I beca the scapegoat for these people.

They tore at my hair, tugged at my clothes, and went wild.

Because there were too many of them, I couldn’t escape at all.

At so point, the sound of a police siren abruptly rang out in the chaotic environnt, finally stopping this quasi-riot.

The out-of-control fans were taken away by the police, and I was also brought to the police station to make a record.

After recounting what happened, the police were very sympathetic towards .

They had the station’s doctor treat my wounds simply, asking: "Do you need us to contact your family to pick you up?"

"Thank you, I can go back on my own."

My voice was hoarse, too exhausted to make much sound.

Later, a female officer probably felt sorry for , and since my car was taken for repairs, she kindly offered to drive ho.

On the way, that policewoman said to : "Ms. Ellison, rember to apply the ointnt the doctor gave you daily, so no scars will remain on your face."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you."

This only warmth cos from a stranger.

Half an hour later, I finally arrived ho.

It was just about dinner ti in the villa.

The crystal chandelier wrapped the dining room in a cozy atmosphere, and Doris ran from her father’s embrace to her mother’s and back again.

Timothy Xavier doted on his daughter saying: "Slower, be careful not to fall."

Serena Sawyer cut a piece of steak and fed Doris, "Good girl, have a bite."

Until I appeared before them in my disheveled state, Timothy Xavier’s black pupils suddenly constricted; he seed to just realize I existed.

The person completely forgotten by him.

Their happiness pierced my eyes like daggers, and the bleakness spreading in my heart was more bone-chilling than the cold of the late autumn outside.

Timothy Xavier frowned and asked: "What happened?"

I didn’t say a word, just looking at him.

He’s such a smart person; why did he have to ask despite knowing?

Doris pinched her nose exaggeratedly, saying: "Daddy, why is she so ssy? She looks dirty and stinky; make her go away! Otherwise, I can’t eat my al."

In fact, until now, I haven’t eaten a bite or drunk a drop of water.

Timothy Xavier wouldn’t let even a bit of grievance co to his precious daughter.

To avoid having ruin his daughter’s appetite, he said to : "Go to your room first; I’ll co see you later."

My gaze swept across each of their faces.

Timothy Xavier’s complex expression, Serena Sawyer’s gleeful eyes, Doris’s unabashed disdain.

I need to rember their expressions at this mont.