Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 105: Timothy Xavier Decides to Cut Ties Completely

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Timothy Xavier Decides to Cut Ties Completely

A shock flashed across Serena Sawyer’s delicate face.

The next second, her eyes turned red, and her voice trembled, "Timothy, what... what are you saying?"

She stepped forward to try to grab Timothy Xavier’s arm, but he subtly avoided it.

Serena stumbled slightly, and tears immediately welled up, her voice choked with sobs, "I know Doris is Miss Ellison’s daughter, but all these years, every day, didn’t I treat her as my own? I can’t live without her, you’re tearing my flesh!"

As she spoke, she wiped her tears, her aggrieved appearance as if she had suffered a great injustice.

I watched her feigning innocence, and all the suppressed anger in my heart surged forth.

I said coldly, "Treat her as your own? Can you swear you never used her, never harmed her?"

Serena’s sobbing paused, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

I stared into her eyes, speaking each word clearly, "Previously, when Doris suddenly got poisoned eating the food I sent, can you swear it wasn’t your doing? The servant pushed out to take the blame was merely a scapegoat you had prepared in advance!"

"It wasn’t me!"

Serena immediately shrieked in rebuttal, tears falling more fiercely, "Wasn’t that matter already investigated? It was she who harbored resentment against Timothy and harmed Doris! Miss Ellison, I understand you want to reclaim your daughter, but you can’t for your purpose, throw all the blame on me!"

She cried so hard she was shaking all over, as though she might faint at any moment.

But Timothy Xavier didn’t soften as usual, his face still cold and his tone without any easing, "Serena, now isn’t the time to argue about this. Doris is still recuperating in the ward, I don’t want anything to disturb her."

He paused for a moment, his tone resolute, "I’ll make sure you’re compensated, but from today, if it’s not necessary, don’t come looking for Doris anymore."

Serena was completely stunned, tears still on her face, forgetting to keep crying.

She likely never anticipated Timothy would be so decisive, without warning, not leaving any room for reconciliation.

After a few moments of being dazed, she finally reacted, lips trembling, trying to say something.

But seeing Timothy’s undeniable gaze, she ultimately didn’t dare argue anymore, could only cover her mouth, and staggered away down the stairs.

Previously, although Timothy knew the truth, he always considered Serena’s years of caring for Doris, and never acted so bluntly. His attitude this time took me by surprise.

But thinking about it later, what’s so strange about it?

We grew up together for twenty years, yet he was as heartless to me too.

Timothy Xavier fundamentally has no heart, whether towards me or Serena, the love he gives only exists when it’s advantageous to him.

While I was lost in thought, he walked over, gently held my hand, and said, "Doris is just a child, as long as you truly care for her, she’ll soon accept you."

His fingertips stroked the back of my hand, his tone soothing, "Don’t talk about giving up anymore. You’re right, no one would be better to a daughter than the biological mother."

Just then, footsteps sounded not far away.

It was Julian Sinclair coming over with grandpa and grandma.

In the next moment, his gaze swept over, accurately landing on the hands held by Timothy and me.

I instinctively wanted to pull my hand back, but Timothy quietly tightened his grip.

His hold wasn’t strong, yet just enough that I couldn’t break free.

Immediately after, Timothy held my hand, confidently stepping forward, seemingly unaware of Julian’s peculiar look.

"Grandpa, why did you come?" Timothy was the first to speak.

Grandpa said with concern, "I heard from your mother that Doris was in a car accident? How is she now? Is she injured anywhere?"

"The surgery was very successful, she’s fine now but needs some time for observation in the hospital."

Timothy reassured, "Sorry to worry you and grandma. Coming over personally in this cold weather."

Upon hearing this, Grandma immediately clasped her hands and prayed to the air, muttering, "Thank heaven, it’s good she’s alright, good she’s alright..."

While they were talking, only Julian stayed aside silent.

He didn’t look at Timothy, nor at grandpa and grandma, his gaze was always on me, his eyes complex and hard to decipher.

Timothy seemed oblivious to the subtle atmosphere, suddenly speaking, his tone somewhat deliberate, "By the way, many thanks to Uncle. Previously, there were misunderstandings between Zoe and me, it was Uncle who advised us, allowing us to clear things up."

Julian remained cold-faced, not speaking, as though he hadn’t heard.

Timothy tightened his grip on my hand again, continuing, "Doris is indeed Zoe’s and my biological daughter. From now on, the three of us will live well together, and won’t let the elderly worry anymore."

After he finished speaking, Julian’s lips curled into a faint smile, his tone emotionless, "Congratulations, the family reunited."

I stood beside, only feeling a discomfort throughout, but Timothy stubbornly refused to let go of my hand.

At this point, Grandma laughed relieved, "I said it! No overnight grudge between couples, once speaking it out, it’s fine."

Grandpa also thought I would forgive Timothy for the child, thus advised his grandson, "In the future, treat Zoe well! those disgraceful things you did before, Zoe generously forgave you. If you dare mess up again, I’d be the first to have her divorce with you!"

I was about to say that divorce was still on the table, I had no intention of compromising with Timothy for the child.

But Timothy spoke first, "Rest assured, grandpa and grandma, I’ll treat Zoe well in the future."

Grandma said, "Since you reconciled, quickly take us to the ward to see the child, my heart has been hanging, can’t be at ease."

Timothy responded with an "Okay", holding my hand to turn and walk towards the ward.

Passing by Julian, our gazes collided unintentionally, I quickly avoided his eyes.

Because that gaze was too cold, too heavy, making me inexplicably uneasy.

Grandpa and Grandma visited Doris, said a few reminders, then left.

I wanted to send them out, but Timothy said, "You stay here with Doris, I’ll go!"

I knew, he didn’t want me to contact Julian.

But I indeed had nothing with Julian, really no need to go out and explain anything.

Thus, Timothy went to send grandpa and them off, while I stayed in the ward with Doris.

The little girl glanced outside, curiously saying "Eh", then asked, "Where’s my mom?"

I was at a loss for words, could only make up a pretense, "She had an urgent matter and left."

"Oh..."

She lowered her eyes in loneliness, whispering, "Mom is always so busy..."

To cheer her up, I opened the photo album on my phone to show several children’s wigs I’d bought last night, "Doris, once your surgical wound heals and the bandage is removed, you can wear wigs to kindergarten. Plus, you can have a different hairstyle every day."

Doris’s attention was diverted, she responded instinctively, "I know about this, my mom often wears wigs, with lots of pretty hairstyles!"

"Yes, until your new hair grows out, you can wear wigs."

After saying this, I opened the wig options, "Let’s choose one together, shall we?"

"Yes, yes."

Doris became interested, instantly forgetting about looking for Serena, seriously discussing with me which hairstyle looked best.

At that moment, Timothy just returned.

Doris had already chosen several styles she liked, and then she cheerfully said to Timothy, "Daddy, you don’t need to shave your head with me! Because I can wear wigs soon!"

Timothy visibly breathed a sigh of relief, finally realizing, it was I who came up with this method, not only cheering up Doris but also stopping the little girl from forcing him to shave his head.

"Thank you, Zoe."

He looked deeply at me.

To his kind of passionate gaze, I felt no waves, coldly said, "I just want to make Doris happy, not for you."

Timothy’s expression froze, though he was displeased, he held it in.

At this moment, Doris suddenly thought of something and thoughtfully looked at me, saying, "Did you also go to the earthquake disaster area? But my mom told me she went to the disaster area, she’s the hero."

I marveled at Serena’s shamelessness.

I wouldn’t dare call myself a "hero," where does Serena get off?

Doris curiously said, "The kids at kindergarten said there are pictures of you online in the earthquake disaster area, can you show me?"

I found a few photos of me interviewing and helping with rescue efforts in the disaster area. Doris frowned and said, "Why do you look so dusty? My mom’s photos are beautiful!"

I didn’t know how to respond to her.

Meanwhile, Timothy’s gaze became heavy, as if he had suddenly come to a realization.

After all, what Serena taught Doris as "beauty" is not true beauty.

I think, Timothy must have realized it now too.

To correct his daughter’s values, Timothy didn’t let the topic drop, but said, "Doris, the earthquake disaster area is very tough. The real heroes are the police, doctors, and firefighters, all dusty. It’s precisely because of these dusty people that many lives were saved. So, they’re the most beautiful people, understand?"

Doris looked at her dad, then at me, and nodded, half understanding.

I don’t know if it’s because today I gave Doris a moment to shine in front of her friends, or because I suggested she could wear a wig, but Doris wasn’t as resistant to me as before.

Before I knew it, it was evening.

I didn’t stay; it was still Timothy taking care of her here.

When I returned home, I had just finished washing up when the phone on the table vibrated.

Victoria calling so late, could it be some urgent work?

I swiped to answer and heard her mysterious voice, "Zoe, how’s business at home? I’ve got big news, ’Depth Weekly’ has been acquired!"

"Acquired?" I was stunned for a moment and said, "Impossible, didn’t we just have a meeting last week about record profits this quarter?"

"Who knows," Victoria’s voice had a hint of bewilderment, "I heard it’s a really big conglomerate, and the boss is personally coming for an inspection tomorrow. The HR department just sent notice, no one is allowed to ask for leave, not even lateness. You definitely can’t miss it, you have to come tomorrow."

I agreed and set my phone alarm to an hour earlier.

After all, I still had to make breakfast for Doris to take over there in the morning.

...

The next day I got up and immediately started preparing breakfast.

At the hospital, just as I was about to leave, Doris called out to me, "Auntie Ellison, yesterday I picked out some nice wigs and hair clips, do you want to see?"

The little girl’s eyes were shining as she looked at me, full of anticipation.

My heart softened, and I walked over to see on her phone that she’d added all her chosen hair clips to her shopping cart.

Girls seem to have a natural interest in these things, and once she started, she couldn’t stop: "Look at this bow, can it go on the wig? Do you think the pink or the purple looks nicer?"

Timothy looked on approvingly from the side, "Looks like Doris really values your aesthetic judgment. She didn’t listen to me when I just helped her pick. I’d say, just buy them all."

Thinking about the new boss visiting the department today, I hurriedly helped her pick one.

But Doris opened another link and continued to pull me into choosing, she was so engrossed.

"Doris, how about I help you pick when I get back from work?"

I glanced at the time, and if I didn’t leave, I’d really be late.

Doris was a bit disappointed, sighed and said, "Alright then..."

Although I cherished the rare moment she willingly talked to me, my job and career were equally important.

And so, I rushed away from the hospital and drove towards the company.

Of course, the main road was congested today, and I arrived at the company ten minutes late.

The office area was unusually quiet, everyone standing by their workstations, even breathing quietly.

I hunched over, trying to sneak to my workstation unnoticed.

At that moment, a group of sharp-dressed people came straight toward me, crowding around a man.

When I looked up, I froze on the spot.

Why Julian Sinclair?

Today he wore a bespoke light gray suit, his figure tall and upright, the lines of his side profile sharp. He was listening to someone report something.

I was caught red-handed.

Victoria looked at me with concern, about to step forward to speak up for me, when Julian spoke first: "It seems your employees have a poor sense of punctuality."

Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried an unyielding authority.

Victoria braved it to speak up for me, "President Sinclair, Zoe’s... she’s still in her trial period, not officially employed yet."

"Late during the trial period?" Julian’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his tone of sarcasm unhidden, "It seems your company’s recruitment standards need revising."

Victoria broke into a sweat.

I stood there rigidly, unable to move.

The eyes of the whole department were on me, making my scalp tingle.

At this moment, I caught sight of a familiar figure among Julian’s entourage.

Jolie Joyce?

She used to be Timothy’s assistant.

Before I could react, Julian instructed her, "Secretary Joyce, check this Miss Ellison’s attendance record."

Jolie immediately agreed, giving me a look as if to say, "You’re finished."

I never imagined that after being dismissed by Timothy, Jolie had climbed up much higher.

Though in retrospect, she was a university graduate, lacking in character but strong in ability.

Back when she and Jack Sullivan were both Timothy’s assistants, it was her who solved many problems Jack couldn’t deal with.

However, when she was Timothy’s assistant, she had designs on the boss. I wonder if she’s gotten rid of that flaw now as Julian’s secretary?

Soon, Jolie returned with the HR department’s attendance records.

She stepped up to Julian, nodded slightly, and said, "President Sinclair, I just asked HR, and this Zoe Ellison reporter often takes leave during her trial period. HR said she has experience in the earthquake disaster area, so she’s conceited and dismissive of management."

The surrounding air became even heavier instantly, everyone waiting to see Julian flare up.

I even prepared myself for dismissal.

But Julian just gave Jolie a glance, and said without much pleasure, "Secretary Joyce, I only asked you to check her attendance, not her reputation. I don’t like people acting on their own."

Jolie’s face changed immediately, and she lowered her head in fright, "Sorry, President Sinclair."

Then Julian gave me a look, "Come to the office with me."

I was slightly startled. Not until he turned to walk to the editor-in-chief’s office did I hurriedly follow.

And I became the focal point of everyone’s attention, with schadenfreude, curiosity, and concern all directed at me.

The editor-in-chief’s office had been temporarily used as Julian’s office.

Once inside, Julian looked at me deeply and simply said, "Close the door."