He Made Me Fight His Champion Best Friend, Then Begged Me to Come Home Chapter 07

He Made Me Fight His Champion Best Friend, Then Begged Me to Come Home Chapter 07

Nathaniel grabbed Sierra’s jaw so hard his hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

“You said Emily’s grandmother was dead?”

“You said everything she told me was a lie, what did you actually do?”

Sierra clawed at his hand, tears spilling out as she struggled to breathe.

“Nathan… Nathan, I just made a fake video… I didn’t—”

He shoved her away from him with brutal force. Every word came out through gritted teeth.

“Because of you, I thought Emily was lying.”

“Because of you, her grandmother died.”

“And because of you, Emily is gone!”

He motioned coldly to his assistant behind him.

Sierra froze. She realized it too late.

She stepped back again and again, shaking her head, begging, switching between excuses and apologies, but no one listened anymore.

Then suddenly, her expression changed. She stopped crying, and laughed.

“You think you’re innocent?” she spat. “If you hadn’t allowed it, how could I have done any of this?”

“You were the one who let me hurt her. You’re the one who kept choosing to believe me over her.”

“You’re more disgusting than I am, Nathaniel Whitmore. You’re the one who killed her.”

Nathaniel didn’t respond. He simply turned away, and waved his hand.

Sierra’s voice faded behind him as the guards took her away. He raised a trembling hand and covered his face.

Then memories came flooding in.

Emily begging him for money, crying while he dismissed her, kneeling in that room asking for four hundred thousand dollars, and him refusing, over and over again.

He suddenly wanted to tear apart the version of himself who had said no.

Why had he believed Sierra?

Why had he believed her when she said Emily had become greedy like his mother?

Why had he believed that Emily’s grandmother wasn’t sick?

He knew. He had always known. Emily’s grandmother was everything to her.

That woman had raised her by collecting scrap and cleaning houses.

Nathaniel returned to the hospital. His assistant told him the final cremation paperwork needed a signature.

A pen was placed in his trembling hand.

“Sir, I’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor said quietly. “Losing two family members at once must be very painful.”

Nathaniel froze. His head snapped up. “What did you just say? Say it again. Two family members?”

The doctor frowned slightly. “Your fiancée also had a miscarriage before the accident. Didn’t you know?”

A sharp ringing filled Nathaniel’s ears. His thoughts flashed to that room. To the blood on the floor. To Emily’s collapsing body.

A child. Their child.

The one he had already been told she could never have again.

And yet, it had still been there. Until it wasn’t.

His signature blurred through his tears. He couldn’t see the letters anymore.

Only blood. Only Emily. Only what he had destroyed.

When the paperwork was done, he collapsed to the floor. Tears fell without sound.

She had lost two families in a single night. And he had done nothing.

The cremation ended.

Nathaniel carried the urn back to the Whitmore Estate.

The only thing she left behind. He held it like it might disappear.

And for the first time, he thought about his own past.

He had once believed Emily had changed, that she had become greedy, just like his mother.

The woman who once abandoned him for money.

The woman who let an eight-year-old boy crawl away from where he’d been held, covered in blood, barefoot, broken, until a stranger finally found him.

He had thought Emily had become the same kind of person.

He had never understood. She hadn’t changed at all.

She had only been trying to save the one person who had raised her.