Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 109: I Sob Uncontrollably in His Arms

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: I Sob Uncontrollably in His Arms

Julian Sinclair’s words were like a slap in the face, and Timothy Xavier’s expression instantly turned grim.

I stood between the two, feeling my cheeks heat up, wanting to find a hole to hide in from the embarrassment.

Thankfully, it was just after the morning rush hour, so there weren’t many people in the garage, otherwise, who knows what rumors would have spread about this scene.

I pulled away with force, finally freeing myself from Timothy Xavier’s grip, and quickly walked over to Julian Sinclair’s side. I looked up at him with determination in my voice, "President Sinclair, I’m not planning to resign. I’ll be more mindful of company rules and won’t be late again."

Julian Sinclair glanced at my red wrist and then at Timothy Xavier’s grim face, but said nothing more.

He checked his watch and said, "Since you don’t plan to resign, what time is it now? What are you procrastinating here for?"

I felt a chill inside and quickly nodded, "I’ll go now!"

With that, I followed Julian Sinclair to the elevator.

...

As the elevator doors closed, I was so tense that even my breathing became quieter.

Julian Sinclair didn’t look at me, but his words were directed at me, "The company is a place for work, not for dealing with personal emotional entanglements. If you can’t manage your private issues, you don’t need to come to work anymore."

My heart clenched suddenly, and an inexplicable sense of grievance welled up.

I wanted to explain the situation from this morning, but suddenly remembered he had said before, he was just my boss and not concerned about my personal matters.

So the words I had been about to say went back down my throat, leaving only a tightness there.

Just then, the elevator jolted violently, and the cabin plummeted with a strong sense of weightlessness.

I was so frightened that my scream got caught in my throat, and my body fell uncontrollably to the side.

A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, steadying me securely against him.

Julian Sinclair’s palm pressed gently against my back, enveloping me in the fresh and woody scent of aftershave.

The elevator got stuck at an unknown floor, suddenly halting without continuing to fall.

The emotions that had been building up all morning finally broke through.

Fooled by my daughter, seeing my husband and his mistress naked in bed, misunderstood by Julian Sinclair, and now the elevator malfunctions!

All emotions mixed together, my nose tingled, tears abruptly fell, and my shoulders shook slightly.

The hand on my back comforted me gently and tenderly.

Normally as distant as if on a high peak, the aristocratic and aloof man now had a barely noticeable softness in his voice, "Why is Reporter Ellison, who’s not even afraid of earthquakes, crying over an elevator malfunction?"

I snapped back to reality, hurriedly moving away from his embrace.

My cheeks seemed to be burning, so I hurriedly wiped my tears and said softly, "I’m sorry, President Sinclair. I lost my composure."

He didn’t say anything, only stood there looking at me.

I didn’t dare look up, but could feel his gaze heavy on my face.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and pressed the emergency call button in the cabin.

Once the call connected, he only reported his name and elevator location, and the maintenance personnel on the other end immediately panicked, repeatedly saying, "We’ll be right there," their tone filled with nervous tension.

When the elevator doors reopened, the maintenance crew was already waiting outside, tools clutched in their hands.

As the doors opened, they immediately stepped forward, heads bowed low, "President Sinclair, we apologize deeply, it’s our maintenance oversight..."

Julian Sinclair didn’t look at them, his expression was as cold and hard as ever, as if the tenderness he showed in the elevator was just my illusion.

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice completely devoid of warmth, "Who’s in charge?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a "Manager" badge squeezed through, wearing a flattering smile, "President Sinclair, it’s me! This was our oversight, I’ll immediately arrange for a thorough inspection..."

Julian Sinclair interrupted him, his tone offering no room for negotiation, "From today, you don’t need to work here anymore."

The man’s smile instantly froze on his face, quickly trying to defend himself, "President Sinclair, I...this malfunction was sudden, I really did arrange for inspections..."

Julian Sinclair listened no further, turned, and walked directly towards the adjacent spare elevator.

I felt a tightness in my heart and hurried to catch up.

This was the first time I saw him being so ruthless, dismissing someone with just a word.

Perhaps it was because he had helped me so many times before, that I had placed a good-person filter over him, always thinking he was different from Timothy Xavier. Even though he’s in a high position, he seemed much more gentle and forgiving than Timothy Xavier.

Until I saw what happened just now, I realized, capitalists are indeed all the same.

Thinking of the hardships of working people, I hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke softly, "President Sinclair, actually the elevator malfunction wasn’t really his fault."

He paused in his steps, turned to look at me.

His gaze fell on my face, and he said each word clearly, "But, he made you cry."

I was stunned, my heart seemed to slam heavily against my chest.

He... he fired that manager because I cried?

Before I could sort out my thoughts, Julian Sinclair spoke again, "Your crying is irritating, don’t cry in front of me next time. Otherwise, others might suffer, too."

I subconsciously swallowed, suddenly a bit afraid of him, and could only nod gently.

It seems, once again, I was being overly sentimental.

It was because my crying irritated him, put him in a bad mood, that he took it out on that manager, right?

At this moment, the spare elevator door opened.

Jolie Joyce stood at the entrance, her face full of worry and urgency.

As soon as she saw Julian Sinclair, she immediately approached, "President Sinclair! I heard you were trapped in the elevator? Are you alright?"

Julian Sinclair frowned slightly, his tone laced with a hint of impatience, "It was just an elevator malfunction, is there really a need for such drama?"

With that, he walked past Jolie Joyce completely ignoring her, heading straight to his office without looking back.

Jolie Joyce’s face instantly turned sour, not chasing after him, but instead turning to block me, her eyes filled with scrutiny and hostility, "You were in the elevator with President Sinclair just now?"

I retorted, "Why?"

"Zoe Ellison, I warn you, keep your thoughts to yourself! President Sinclair is not someone you can set your sights on!"

She lowered her voice, gritting her teeth, "Don’t forget, you’re a married woman, even if President Xavier doesn’t want you anymore, you’re just a discarded wife! Do you really think a man like President Sinclair would fancy you?"

I displayed a maddeningly smug smile, "Secretary Joyce, you should say that to yourself. Whether President Sinclair fancies me, I can’t say, but he certainly doesn’t fancy you."

Jolie Joyce, looking tense, grabbed me and angrily asked, "What happened in the elevator just now, tell me!"

In a lukewarm tone, I said, "Then why don’t you ask President Sinclair! I don’t want to answer you."

After speaking, I deliberately glanced at her almost distorted expression before turning around to head towards my workstation.

...

After work in the evening, just as I walked out of the company building, I saw Timothy Xavier’s Maybach parked at the entrance. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Two female colleagues nearby were quietly discussing: "That Maybach has been here since noon and still hasn’t left. Just who could it be waiting for?"

Another one sighed, "It’s definitely waiting for a woman! I really want to see what kind of person can keep a billionaire waiting for so long."

I walked towards the garage directly, but Timothy Xavier drove up beside me.

It wasn’t until I stopped at a café that he followed inside, sitting directly opposite me.

The reason I didn’t go home was, firstly, I was afraid he’d follow me there and wouldn’t leave.

The other reason was to ask him when he’d go to the civil affairs bureau with me.

Timothy Xavier thought I did this to give him a chance to explain.

As soon as he sat down, he looked at me seriously and said, "Yesterday, Serena and I were both drugged with aphrodisiacs by my mom. I really couldn’t control my thoughts then. Zoe, believe me, I never had any improper relations with her before last night, I swear on my honor!"

I looked at him, smiled, and said, "A man who cheated for four years, gave his wife’s biological daughter to his mistress to raise, do you have any honor?"

This sentence immediately seemed to hit Timothy Xavier’s Achilles’ heel.

He was already high and mighty in front of me, and the way he just explained things might have already been his limit.

But I didn’t accept his apology, and he instantly became annoyed, sharply saying, "People need to look forward! I’ve already worked hard to turn things around, why can’t you see my changes?"

I sighed tiredly, some things are really exhausting to repeat over and over.

I’ve stopped hoping he understands me, much less hoping he can reflect on anything.

So I went straight to the point: "Divorce, it’s good for you, for me, for her. We’re already at this point; do you think there’s any point in maintaining this marriage?"

"I will not agree to a divorce," Timothy Xavier’s eyes grew cold, his tone threatening, "Zoe Ellison, abandon that thought!"

Whenever he said that, I was close to despair.

Once upon a time, his love was so elusive, but why is it that now even leaving has to be such a struggle?

Holding back the sting in my eyes, I said, "As long as I make our marriage certificate public, everyone will know about your infidelity. After all, you previously announced your relationship with Serena Sawyer so ostentatiously in front of the cameras. All they need to do is compare the wedding date to know what kind of people you are. Timothy Xavier, you don’t want to go down that path, do you?"

"Then why don’t you make it public?" Timothy Xavier sneered, his tone full of mockery, "Are you afraid of tearing faces, making The Ellison Family and your mother pay for your impulsiveness, aren’t you?"

He paused, his eyes becoming increasingly ruthless: "Oh, and I’ve already decided to indefinitely delay the launch of the cardiopulmonary support device. You won’t be able to buy it. Even Julian Sinclair can’t get it! When you finally settle down and give me another child, that equipment will launch. Otherwise, you’ll have to choose between divorce and your mother’s life!"

Rage surged straight to my head as I picked up the coffee in front of me and hurled it at Timothy Xavier’s face without hesitation.

Timothy Xavier sat there, not dodging, but his gaze made my heart shudder involuntarily.

Such fierce ruthlessness, as if driven mad, was something I had only seen from him during business warfare, staring at stock market charts.

And later, he forced a person to death! And not just one person, but an entire family!

I looked at him, my heart completely sank.

...

On the way home, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, wishing I could just perish together with him!

But after calming down, I was already seated in the study, searching domestic and international research networks for the latest treatments for the cardiopulmonary failure caused by my mother’s vegetative state.

Page after page of the web kept redirecting back to Xavier Group’s technology.

Just then, an industry newsflash suddenly popped up.

"Emerging research company invests ten billion dollars to recruit global cardiopulmonary research teams."

My eyes lit up, and I held my breath as I read each word carefully.

The disease this company is researching is strikingly similar to my mother’s current condition.

Moreover, the company’s goal is to develop the most effective treatment plan for this condition within a year.

This news, to me, was like a beam of strong light in the darkness, finally giving me hope of escaping Timothy Xavier’s grasp.

I immediately looked up information about the project initiator, a well-respected medical expert in the international research community named Sean Sinclair.

Coincidentally, there was an international cardiovascular summit in Veridia tomorrow, and he happened to be one of the speakers.

To obtain some of the latest news on this project, I immediately filed a report with the company, stating I wanted to attend the academic summit for an interview tomorrow.

The editor quickly agreed.

...

At the Veridia International Cardiovascular Summit the next day, the venue was full of industry elites, as well as some of the organizers and investors of the summit.

As soon as I put on my press pass and walked through the crowd, my gaze unexpectedly collided with a familiar figure.

Timothy Xavier, dressed in a well-tailored navy blue suit, was standing in the center of the venue, conversing with others, as high and mighty as ever.

I instinctively wanted to avoid him; after all, my target today was Sean Sinclair.

But Timothy Xavier had already seen me.

He frowned slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny, seemingly certain that I was here for Xavier Group’s equipment.

Just then, I saw Serena Sawyer with her father and brother walking up to Timothy Xavier.

Following Timothy Xavier’s gaze, their entire family saw me.

Immediately, Serena Sawyer intimately hooked her arm through Timothy Xavier’s as they walked towards me.

When she reached me, Serena Sawyer curled her lips into a boastful yet disdainful smile, like a peacock declaring its territory.

Peter Sawyer and Miles Sawyer stood behind Timothy Xavier, father and son staring at me intently, with undisguised hostility.

Miles Sawyer spoke first, his voice not loud but full of sarcasm: "Now you understand the principle of leaving a way out, don’t you? At the time, Miss Ellison didn’t leave a way out for our family, and now you’re here trying to extract information through interviews, do you think you’ll succeed?"

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, saying faintly, "Mr. Sawyer, you’re really overthinking it. Is someone like you worthy of me making a special trip for an interview? The person I’m here to see today is Professor Sean Sinclair."

"You want to interview Sean Sinclair?"

Serena Sawyer’s expression changed instantly, raising her voice to accuse me, "Miss Ellison, are you doing this on purpose? That research project he’s doing now is clearly trying to oppose Xavier Group, trying to take away Timothy’s business! Haven’t you thought about Timothy? After all, you two are married!"

"Oh? So Miss Sawyer knows I’m married to him? Isn’t that strange! If I’m married to him, then what are you, Serena Sawyer?"

I raised my eyebrows slightly, looking at her with a faint smile.