Chapter 832
Elliot, still tired, looked at her affectionately.
“Stop fooling around. I’m still sleepy.”
Sheena wisely let go of her hands.
“Alright. It was indeed tiring for you last night. I’ll make a quick trip to the Lawson estate while you sleep in.‘
She leaned down, planting a kiss on his forehead.
Then, Sheena rolled out of bed, swiftly tidying up before leaving E&S Haven.
Half an hour later, her luxury car parked in Mountville, right in front of Albert’s mansion.
As she made her way inside, passing by the altar room, she heard a man’s faint, hoarse voice reciting something.
It was already morning, yet he was still at it?
Sheena approached the altar room and cracked open the door slightly, silently observing.
Corey’s figure swayed, his posture strained as he struggled to kneel. His throat was barely recovered, yet he persisted in reciting.
If he kept this up, he would completely ruin his voice.
She furrowed her brows, her expression stern.
This time, she did not slip away quietly. Instead, she pushed the door open.
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The sound of the door creaking interrupted Corey’s recitation. However, he did not turn around.
Instead, he said in his hoarse voice casually, “Are you bringing me breakfast again? I’m not hungry. I’ll eat after I’m done with this.”
Sheena stood by the door, unmoving.
After waiting for a while and receiving no response, Corey turned his head to look, confused.
When he saw Sheena, he was taken aback, and he stayed silent.
Sheena remained expressionless, her tone icy as she said, “If you think reading scriptures endlessly will make me forgive you and forget your past indulgence toward Sheila, then you’re mistaken.”
Her gaze was firm, chilling.
“Even if you end up mute from all this, I won’t pity you.”
Corey gulped, his long lashes covering the deep sense of disappointment in his eyes.
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He did not say anything, just looking away and adjusting back into the standard kneeling position before resuming his recitation.
Sheena furrowed her brows, her expression growing colder as though Corey was utterly stubborn.
Remembering Paul’s report about Sheila in the morning, she spoke again.
“Sheila drugged my bodyguards and escaped. Do you know about this?”
Corey stopped his recitation, turning to face her once more.
“This time, I truly didn’t know.”
She remained expressionless as she continued, “Two days ago, during a heavy rain, she was shot and fell into the river. Her fate is uncertain.”
Corey lowered his gaze slightly, saying nothing.
She stared at him intently, scrutinizing every expression.
She questioned skeptically, “You’ve been protecting her because of her mom’s favor. Now that she’s in danger, aren’t you concerned?”
Corey kept his gaze lowered, his hoarse voice barely audible as he replied, “It’s uncertain whether she’s dead or alive. She might still live.”
“Then don’t you want to save her?” Sheena raised an eyebrow, her eyes icy.
He calmly withdrew his gaze, looking back at the scripture in his hands, speaking with unusual seriousness.
“In these days, as I’ve read and copied these scriptures repeatedly, I’ve come to understand many things. I’ve protected her many times before. Now, having resigned from the National Affairs Bureau, I no longer have the powers I once had. The path ahead is for her to walk on her own. Whether she lives or dies is her fate to decide. I can’t protect her anymore, and I won’t protect her anymore.”
Sheena listened quietly, observing his every expression.
After a moment, she chuckled softly.
“It seems like reading those scriptures wasn’t in vain. You’ve indeed grown more mature than before. That’s some progress.”
It was the calmest and most gentle words she had spoken to Corey in this period.
Corey’s lips twitched into a faint smile, shifting his swollen knees as he knelt before her.
In a hoarse voice, he sincerely apologized to her, “Nana, I was wrong about everything before. I now realize how terribly wrong I was and how much I hurt you. During this time, I’ve genuinely repented. Can you forgive me?”
