Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 86: Who Will You Go With? You Choose!

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Who Will You Go With? You Choose!

After looking at me for a few seconds, he said to the policeman beside him, "Chief Lowell, thank you for your help."

The person addressed as Chief Lowell immediately put on a friendly smile and spoke to me politely, "Ms. Ellison, Mr. Sinclair has already completed the bail procedures for you. You can leave now. There was indeed a bit of a misunderstanding, and you’ve been unjustly treated."

I picked at the cracks in the wall with my fingertips, trying to stand up.

But my legs had long since gone numb, and with a slight movement, I swayed and fell back down.

Embarrassment surged up instantly. My cheeks flushed, and I tried to stand up once more.

At that moment, a well-defined hand was extended in front of me.

Julian Sinclair squatted slightly, the slight droop of his eyelashes veiling his emotions, and said softly, "Give me your hand."

Chief Lowell tactfully turned his head to the side, pretending to adjust his cuffs.

I hesitated briefly and reached out my hand. As soon as my fingertips touched his palm, he held it steadily.

With a little force, he pulled me to stand up.

Having squatted too long, my legs were numb, so when I stood up suddenly, I staggered and almost fell into his arms.

Julian Sinclair took the opportunity to steady me, his palm resting on my waist, and he softly advised, "Stand firm."

I responded, and only then did he let go, turning to Chief Lowell and saying, "I’ll be taking her away now."

"Sure, take care."

Chief Lowell smiled and bid him farewell.

I followed Julian Sinclair out of the detention center, the piercing cold of the winter wind hitting my face, yet I inexplicably felt at ease.

As we approached his car, I stopped and gratefully said, "Uncle, thank you for today. I can catch a cab home."

Julian Sinclair said nothing, simply opened the passenger door, his gaze calm as he looked at me.

Just then, the screech of brakes resounded, and a black Maybach halted abruptly in front of me.

Timothy Xavier stepped out of the car with two men in business suits, whom I immediately recognized as Xavier Group’s lawyers.

Seeing me standing next to Julian Sinclair’s car, he paused in surprise, then his face darkened.

He walked over quickly, reaching out as if to take my hand, saying, "Come with me."

Instinctively, I stepped back, avoiding his touch.

Timothy Xavier’s hand froze in mid-air, his gaze turning sharp as he looked at Julian Sinclair.

"Uncle, you really do like to meddle. Naturally, I would have bailed my wife out myself. What are you busying yourself with at this late hour?"

Julian Sinclair, standing by the open passenger door, smirked tauntingly, "First, President Xavier sends his wife to the detention center, then comes with lawyers to bail her out. I don’t quite understand your maneuvering. Such a grown man, yet you still play house?"

Timothy Xavier’s face flushed with anger, and he took a deep breath, turning to me, his tone restrained, "Are you coming with me or not?"

I didn’t look at him nor did I speak, I simply bent down and sat in Julian Sinclair’s car.

The moment the car door closed, it shut out the tense atmosphere outside.

Julian Sinclair got into the driver’s seat from the other side, and as the car started moving, he spoke calmly, "It was your grandfather who asked me to make sure you were released. Now, I’m taking you back to The Kendall Family to account to your grandfather."

I lowered my gaze and replied softly, "Alright."

So it was my grandfather who asked him to rescue me.

Come to think of it, Julian Sinclair is such a busy person and is not related to me. I don’t warrant the effort.

Thinking about everything that happened today, I said, "Thank you, Uncle, for not holding a grudge against me for missing our appointment. And thank you for asking the questions I wanted most at my grandfather’s place today."

His gaze was fixed on the road ahead as he asked nonchalantly, "Are you sure you want to divorce Timothy Xavier?"

His sudden question caught me off guard, but I quickly responded with determination, "Yes, divorce."

Julian Sinclair chuckled softly, "You’re divorcing him, so how am I your uncle?"

My face heated up in embarrassment, unsure of his meaning.

I could only offer a diplomatic reply, "Grandfather...he appreciates polite younger generations."

"Then just be polite in front of your grandfather."

Julian Sinclair’s dark eyes glanced at me, saying, "I don’t care to gain a niece as old as you, it’s a hassle."

I was slightly taken aback, cautiously asking, "Then outside, should I just call you...Mr. Sinclair? Attorney Sinclair?"

"Whatever."

He responded in a cool voice, "Just don’t call me ’uncle’ all the time, it gives me chills."

His comment left me speechless, my gaze down at my knees as I nodded.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped smoothly at the entrance of The Kendall Family’s old residence, yellow light spilling warmly from the ornate gates.

Perhaps the earlier cold at the detention center had chilled me through, making me shiver slightly now.

As I got out, I couldn’t help but sneeze, Julian Sinclair’s gaze swept over me briefly as he walked straight into the villa.

Grandfather and grandmother were already waiting in the living room.

"You’re back!" Grandmother exclaimed excitedly, "I knew Julian would manage to get her out."

Grandfather nodded, concerned, "You weren’t mistreated inside, were you?"

Their caring words seemed to dispel the chill around me.

Grandmother beamed, "I’ve had rooms prepared for you both. You shouldn’t leave tonight, rest here and we’ll discuss tomorrow’s matters then."

I was feeling slightly feverish, my body aching, exhausted from all the turmoil, so I just wanted to sleep well.

Therefore, I accepted her offer, thanking grandmother.

Julian Sinclair didn’t seem inclined to stay, saying to grandmother, "Mom, I’ll head back first. I’m not comfortable leaving Granny alone at home."

"But it’s already past one o’clock."

Grandmother looked at her son, pleadingly, "Couldn’t you just stay the night?"

In the end, Julian Sinclair couldn’t refuse his ailing mother and decided to stay.

Grandfather was particularly happy, "Great! Such a big house, finally it’s more than just your grandmother and me! Come, I’ll show you up."

There were five or six guest rooms on the second floor, and Julian Sinclair’s room was right next to mine.

But from the moment we went upstairs until we entered our rooms, we didn’t exchange a word.

Once in my room, I quickly took a hot shower, the pain in my body easing a bit.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A servant came in carrying a white porcelain bowl, "Miss Kendall, this was instructed to be sent by Mr. Sinclair earlier."

I was slightly taken aback, taking the bowl, feeling the warmth envelop my palm.

This bowl of ginger soup was boiled to perfection, not too hot, with just the right amount of sweetness to suppress the spiciness of the ginger.

Just like Julian Sinclair, who, despite seeming aloof, hides an indescribable warmth in these small details.

...

Perhaps it was because of the ginger soup, or maybe because I had a good night’s rest.

The next morning, when I got up, all the soreness in my body had vanished, and I felt rejuvenated.

As I went downstairs, Grandpa was outside practicing Tai Chi, and Grandma, though not looking too well, was still kindly arranging breakfast with the help of the servants.

I immediately went over to help.

Grandma said gently, "Zoe, were you frightened yesterday? If you haven’t rested well, you can go back and sleep for a while. It’s still early."

"I’m fine, I slept well last night."

I replied with a smile, instinctively glancing around the room.

Grandma seemed to notice something and said to me, "Julian left early in the morning, said he had an important court case today."

I paused and said awkwardly, "No wonder, I thought Uncle hadn’t gotten up yet."

"He wouldn’t, he never liked to sleep in even as a child."

When Grandma mentioned Julian Sinclair, her eyes were filled with warmth.

It’s hard to imagine that such a person could bear to be separated from his biological son for so many years and raise Sophia Kendall like his own daughter.

Just then, Grandpa’s voice came from outside, scolding someone.

I hurried out at the sound.

It turned out Timothy Xavier had arrived, and Grandpa was blocking the doorway, not letting him in.

"Get lost!" Grandpa pointed at him, saying, "I don’t have an unfaithful, unfilial, heartless and unjust grandson like you! You just landed your wife in the police station yesterday, and today you have the audacity to come here! If it weren’t for Julian, Zoe would still be locked up in detention now!"

Timothy said in a deep voice, "Even without Julian Sinclair, I would have gotten her out."

At this point, his gaze fell on me as I stepped out from inside, "I have something to say to you,"

I nodded, "Go ahead!"

Timothy paused, then coldly said, "We need to talk alone."

I didn’t move, asking, "What can’t you say openly? Grandpa and Grandma aren’t outsiders! Or do you have some unspeakable secrets that can’t be known?"

Grandpa nodded in agreement, "Right! Whatever you have to say, say it in front of us now! Whose daughter is Doris really? And how did she get sick yesterday? Zoe can’t just suffer this injustice for no reason!"

Timothy frowned deeply, speaking with unquestionable certainty, "It’s been found out, a maid in the house did it. A few days ago, she was scolded by me for breaking an antique vase in the study, held a grudge, and that’s why she targeted Doris."

It was like I’d heard the world’s biggest joke, my voice suddenly rising, "Timothy Xavier, is this your investigative result? You let the real culprit go free, don’t you know Doris will be harmed by you sooner or later!"

"Are you talking about Serena?"

He seemed to hear something absurd, confidently saying, "Serena has been taking care of Doris since she was born, no one loves Doris more than her, you have no right to doubt her!"

"I have no right?" I took a deep breath, suppressing the choke in my throat, "If you hadn’t deceived me, given my daughter to Serena Sawyer to raise, I would be the most qualified person to protect her!"

Timothy’s eyes flickered intensely, as if burned by this statement, he immediately said, "I’ll say this once, Doris is not your daughter! Our daughter died just after she was born! Why can’t you accept reality?"

That sentence was like a rusty, dull knife, cutting open my unhealed wound, as it had countless times over these three years.

With a choked throat, I spoke with extreme difficulty, "Then do you dare to let me and Doris do a paternity test?"

"No need!" His voice was cold and hard, "I don’t have time to argue with you, and Doris won’t accompany you in such a pointless test!"

"A pointless test?"

I looked at him, suddenly laughing aloud, tears streaming down my face, "That’s the child I carried and gave birth to! How can you brush me off with a simple ’she’s dead’?"

Grandpa couldn’t bear to listen anymore, sternly said to Timothy Xavier, "What are you afraid of if you have nothing to hide? Your word isn’t a paternity report, why should we believe you?"

Timothy Xavier said, "You don’t need to believe me. I’ll soon arrange for Doris to go abroad, so you won’t need to speculate in the future!"

Having said that, he didn’t even enter the house, but walked towards his car.

I chased after him, stopping him just as he was about to get into the car!

"Timothy Xavier, you’re sending Doris abroad? She’s so young!"

Timothy’s tone was icy and indifferent, "There’s nothing wrong with learning to be independent early. Serena will accompany her to study and take care of her."

I clutched his arm, my knuckles turning white from the exertion, "She’s not even four yet! It’s the time when she needs family companionship and to establish her values! Serena Sawyer accompanying her to take care of her? Do you want her to turn Doris into another her? Timothy Xavier, wake up! Letting such a woman take care of Doris, she’ll end up ruining her sooner or later!"

Timothy wasn’t swayed in the slightest, saying, "Serena has taken good care of her. Doris is so adorable and sensible now, all thanks to Serena."

It felt like a huge stone was crushing my chest, making it hard to breathe, "She tampered with Doris’s food, causing Doris to end up in the hospital, making me the scapegoat and getting me arrested, is that also her ’credit’?"

"I said, it was done by the maid." He frowned tightly, his voice full of impatience, "I’ve decided on the abroad thing, leaving next week."

I stood firmly in front of the car door, "Doris is my daughter, I can’t just watch her fall into that woman’s hands!"

Timothy’s face was incredibly grim, he reached out to push me away, but hesitated when he touched my trembling shoulder.

But it was just a moment, ultimately he still pushed me aside, his voice cold and hard as steel, "Zoe Ellison, I’m warning you, don’t interfere with Doris’s matters again!"

Timothy bypassed me to sit in the car, the engine roaring to life.

I looked at his cold, hard profile in the car window, overcome by a huge sense of panic.

He was serious, he really was going to take Doris away, to a place beyond my reach, handing her over to the woman I knew harbored ill intentions.

Grandpa, leaning on his cane, walked over with unsteady steps, saying, "Child, don’t cry, there’s a way! If worse comes to worst, we’ll sue him!"

I looked incredulously at Grandpa.

Was he suggesting suing his own grandson?

Grandpa said decisively, "That boy is too arrogant! He used to listen to me the most, never thought he’d become like this. If we don’t show him some colors, he’ll get even more outrageous in the future!"

Finally, Grandma, who had watched the whole incident from the side, spoke up, "Isn’t this a bad idea? We’re all family, after all, Timothy is Sophia’s only son, and he’s your only grandson too! Besides, the Xavier Family has deep roots in Veridia, it’s not easy to win a lawsuit against them!"

Grandpa had a confident look, smiling as he said, "I’ve realized, one thing overcomes another. Haven’t you noticed, Julian doesn’t take Timothy seriously at all? Moreover, Julian is one of the top lawyers in the country, he’ll surely have a way!"

Grandma’s face showed a troubled expression, she hesitated to speak.

"Grandpa, there’s no need to trouble Uncle, I’ll find a way myself."

I quickly stopped him.

After all, I had already asked Julian for help before and was refused twice, I didn’t want to be turned down a third time.

Grandpa said earnestly, "Zoe, I know you’re a good kid, don’t want to trouble others. But now isn’t the time for that, we need to find someone trustworthy to help sort things out! Julian is steady in his work and has experience in this area, he’s the most suitable person."

Despite my repeated attempts to stop him, Grandpa still personally called Julian Sinclair.