Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 106: My Identity Has Finally Been Revealed!

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: My Identity Has Finally Been Revealed!

My heart skipped a beat, and I slowly closed the office door.

Julian Sinclair sat behind his desk, and even without saying a word, his aura was suffocating.

His gaze reminded me of the way he looked at me yesterday in the hospital.

Trying to steady my slightly chaotic heartbeat, I unexpectedly started to explain myself: "President Sinclair, I... just wanted to get closer to Doris yesterday, that’s why..."

"Are you explaining to me?"

He suddenly interrupted, his deep eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t comprehend.

I was momentarily stunned and nodded instinctively: "Actually, I’ve decided to be with Timothy Xavier..."

"Zoe Ellison."

He abruptly interrupted me, his gaze turning cold, "I am your superior. Your personal matters, including whatever you have with Timothy Xavier, are none of my business and don’t need a special explanation."

A blush instantly crept up my cheeks, embarrassment washing over me like a wave.

Yeah, why am I explaining all this to him?

Julian Sinclair’s stern gaze fell on me, his tone devoid of warmth: "But I must remind you, if you’re determined to go back and be Mrs. Xavier, a housewife, then don’t occupy a position in this company and waste time. The workplace is not for your indecisiveness!"

"Okay, President Sinclair."

I lowered my head, responding softly, feeling an inexplicable bitterness in my heart.

"You can leave now!"

Julian Sinclair issued the order to leave, getting up and walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, his back exuding an aura of rejection.

I tactfully exited.

Just then, I ran into Jolie Joyce coming my way.

She curled her lips in a mocking smile, saying, "Zoe Ellison, you think you belong in the workplace? Being kept comfortably at home by President Xavier, just stay that way! Why come out to harm others?"

"Who did I harm!"

I looked at her coldly, speaking each word clearly: "Jolie Joyce, don’t think I won’t dare to tell Julian Sinclair about the shady things you’ve done in the past!"

Jolie squinted with disdain and said, "Do you think you can just casually use President Sinclair’s name?"

After speaking, she suddenly stepped into the middle of the office to announce: "As per President Sinclair’s instructions, starting today, the whole company will cancel mobile check-ins and switch to fingerprint machines. Four times a day, and if you’re late once, you’ll lose your full attendance for the month."

The news immediately caused complaints to arise in the office.

That’s when I realized what Jolie meant by ’harm.’

And with Julian Sinclair’s order, I instantly became the company’s scapegoat.

After all, other colleagues would often use the excuse of going out for interviews to handle personal matters, or if they were late in the morning, they could say they had gone somewhere for an interview first.

Everyone tacitly understood it; as long as they did their work well and didn’t cause trouble for others, the editors usually turned a blind eye.

But today, because I ran into trouble, everyone must now abide by the rules, leaving no opportunity for laxity.

In the office, colleagues complained that I alone implicated everyone.

Seeing how others were treating me, Victoria Monroe couldn’t help but voice her dissatisfaction: "That’s enough! Ask yourselves, haven’t you ever been late or left early? Today it was Zoe Ellison’s bad luck, but if President Sinclair had come another time, it might have been you!"

Finally, the complaints subsided.

Despite this, during the whole day of work, I tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.

After finally making it through to the end of the day, just as I stepped out of the building, I saw Timothy Xavier’s car parked in front of the company.

I stopped in my tracks, frowning, "Why are you here?"

He walked over, opening the car door for me, and said, "Did you forget? You promised Doris you’d help her choose wigs and clips? She’s been waiting for you all day."

"I drove myself."

I headed straight to the parking lot, not wanting to sit in his car.

Unexpectedly, Timothy Xavier instructed his driver to leave, and then caught up with me.

"Timothy Xavier, stop following me."

I coldly tossed out the words, continuing to walk forward on my own.

At that moment, Julian Sinclair was just being escorted out of the building by a group of people.

He didn’t notice us, already getting into a stretched Lincoln.

Julian Sinclair’s car had already driven off, but Timothy Xavier suddenly grabbed my wrist, his eyes filled with doubt: "Why is he here?"

Without stopping, I replied, "He bought our company. From now on, he’s my boss."

Timothy Xavier kept following me, no matter how hard I tried to shake him off.

I got into the car, and he sat in the passenger seat.

Having been stifled at work the entire day, I lacked the energy to argue with him over getting in or out of the car, so I simply drove toward the hospital.

But on the way, Timothy Xavier, who had been silent in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke up: "Tomorrow, I’ll set up a media company for you. You can do whatever you want. Quit your current job now!"

My heart flared with anger, and I said coldly, "You’ve already wrecked my career twice, and this time, I won’t quit. If you’re determined for me to resign, then you can speak to Julian Sinclair yourself and have him fire me!"

Timothy Xavier paused, his voice heavy: "The Sinclair Group’s territory is vast. You know very well who he took over your small company for."

I answered coldly, "I don’t know who he targeted. I only know that he’s my boss now, nothing more."

Timothy Xavier said nothing further, his profile taut under the streetlights, as if struggling to contain something.

...

Hospital.

As Timothy Xavier and I stepped into the ward, Doris’s eyes visibly dimmed upon seeing me.

"Daddy, why isn’t it Mommy? Doris wanted Mommy to come."

The little girl lowered her head despondently, even the doll in her hand seemed to have lost its charm.

I stood at the doorway, my heart pricked, unable to take another step forward.

Timothy Xavier approached the bed, gently coaxing, "Mommy went to the film set, remember? In the past, when Mommy was filming, she’d be away for a long time."

Doris sighed softly, saying, "Then it’ll be a long time before I see Mommy again."

Timothy Xavier pinched his daughter’s chubby cheeks, "It’s okay, Daddy’s here with you. Besides, Auntie Ellison will come to see you every day. You won’t be lonely, right?"

Doris hung her head, murmuring softly, "But... but I dreamed yesterday that Mommy didn’t want me anymore..."

Standing at the door, hearing Timothy Xavier continue to acknowledge Serena Sawyer as Doris’s mother, I felt a blockage in my chest.

Once Timothy Xavier had soothed Doris into lying down, I quietly said, "Come out with me for a moment."

We walked to the end of the hallway before I finally halted, gazing directly into his deep eyes: "When are you planning to let Doris know that I’m her real mother? Doris just said she dreamed her mother didn’t want her anymore, yet I’m standing right here, unable to even acknowledge her!"

Timothy Xavier sighed, looking at me with a complicated expression: "Let’s wait a little longer. You’ve seen it for yourself; she still relies on Serena. Spend more time with her, let her slowly come to rely on you, and then I’ll tell her the truth."

Just then, we heard the sound of high heels.

Turning around, it was Sophia Kendall who had arrived.

When Timothy and I returned to the ward, we happened to hear Sophia talking to Doris: "Sweetheart, do you miss Mommy?"

Doris pouted and said, "Of course I do! But, Daddy said Mommy went to work, and she’ll be gone for a long time."

Sophia snorted coldly and said, "You’re listening to your dad’s nonsense! Your mom clearly..."

"Mom!"

Timothy suddenly walked in, interrupting Sophia with a stern voice.

Sophia was startled and turned around.

When she saw me, a look of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Timothy said coldly, "Mom, come out with me for a moment."

In the hallway.

Sophia said in a sarcastic tone, "You’re also scared that I’ll tell Doris the truth! Since you know Doris only recognizes Serena as Mom, why do you treat Serena this way?"

Timothy frowned and said, "I’ve already explained things to Serena, you don’t need to worry. Besides, Doris recognizing Zoe is just a matter of time."

Sophia suddenly turned on me, pointing and cursing: "It’s all your fault, you bitch! Can’t you leave Timothy alone? You keep saying you want a divorce, yet you cling shamelessly to Timothy. Do you have no shame?"

I looked at her coldly and said, "Acknowledging my daughter doesn’t mean I won’t get a divorce. Divorce doesn’t affect my right to get back the child I carried for ten months."

Sophia’s face changed drastically, and she shouted, "You want to take Doris away? Doris has been raised by Timothy and Serena since she was a baby! Who do you think you are? Shameless! You think just because you gave birth to her, she’s yours? I’m telling you, it’s useless! Doris will only ever acknowledge Serena as her mom, and I only recognize Serena as my daughter-in-law!"

"Mom!"

Timothy said sharply, "I’m telling you clearly now, I have no intention of getting a divorce! I won’t let my child grow up in a broken family like I did! If you couldn’t protect your family, don’t come and break mine apart."

Sophia was stunned, trembling with anger: "What... what did you say? It was your father who abandoned me for that bitch Katherine Sheldon, and I raised you all by myself for your sake! Yet you’re saying this to me for Zoe Ellison, have you no conscience!"

Timothy’s cold expression didn’t soften as he said to his mother, "Please go back now. If you insist on holding onto this mindset, then, in the future, there’s no need to visit Doris. Or you might misguide her..."

Sophia only felt her face fall in front of me, but with Timothy not siding with her, she had no choice.

In the end, she left in a huff.

Before leaving, she gave me a fierce glare.

As the sound of high heels grew distant, Timothy’s deep eyes fell on me and he asked, "Earlier, what you said to my mom, did you mean it?"

I was momentarily taken aback and asked, "Which part?"

"You still want to divorce me?" Timothy asked, word by word: "Even if I return Doris to you, you’d still do it?"

I calmly replied, "The issue between us isn’t about Doris. Timothy, I don’t love you anymore. Divorce will happen regardless of Doris."

Timothy just looked at me for a long time, then shook his head and said, "I don’t believe it’s just gone like that. Unless you’ve found someone better."

I smiled wryly and said, "Love isn’t a multiple-choice question, nor is marriage. I’m just tired; being your wife is really exhausting."

An expression of confusion appeared in his eyes, as always, we could never see eye to eye.

It was like talking to a brick wall.

He didn’t understand me, and I didn’t understand him.

Then, Doris’ innocent voice reached our ears: "Daddy, were you fighting just now? I heard Grandma was very loud..."

The little girl stood at the door, looking from Timothy to me.

Timothy went over to pick up his daughter and said, "We weren’t fighting. By the way, didn’t you pick a lot of accessories earlier today? Didn’t you say you wanted to share them with Auntie Ellison?"

With this distraction, Doris forgot about everything else and excitedly said, "Oh right, Auntie Ellison, do you want to help me have a look? I don’t like the styles Daddy chose for me, would you help me pick?"

"Sure."

I tried to pretend like nothing happened and walked back into the ward.

...

Unknowingly, Doris had been in the hospital for a month now.

Apart from work and updating my novel, I spent almost all my time in the hospital with her.

She loved baking and doing crafts, all of which I happened to know how to do.

Gradually, she mentioned "Serena Sawyer" less and less.

The day before discharge, I walked into the ward with a pink bag, waving it in front of her: "Doris, guess what’s inside?"

Doris was sitting on the bed dressing her doll, but hearing the voice, she looked up immediately, her eyes sparkling: "Is it the wig we bought?"

I playfully tapped her little nose and said, "Smart girl, Doris!"

With that, I pulled out a woolen curly wig from the bag, its length and curl identical to her previous hair.

"Come here, Auntie will teach you how to put it on."

I carefully helped Doris put on the wig.

Looking at her new hairstyle in the mirror, Doris was thrilled: "Wow! It’s so pretty! It looks just like my old hair!"

Then she looked at Timothy expectantly and asked, "Daddy, do you think my new hair looks good?"

Timothy crouched down, gently touched his daughter’s head, and said, "Beautiful. Doris looks beautiful no matter what."

...

The next day, when they were discharged, Doris wore the wig, skipping beside Timothy.

As Timothy carried Doris to the parking lot, he saw me heading in the opposite direction and stopped, asking, "Aren’t you coming with us?"

I casually replied, "Hm," and said, "Take good care of Doris. We’ll talk about our stuff when we get a chance."

I couldn’t speak clearly about the divorce in front of Doris.

But Timothy understood.

His expression turned grim, and he didn’t respond for a long time.

I walked over, gently stroked Doris’ soft cheek, feeling unsettled inside, and looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Doris, I... I’m leaving now. If you ever miss me, just give me a call."

Though, I doubted Doris would actually miss me.

But at that moment, Doris lightly tugged on my sleeve and said, "Auntie, didn’t you say yesterday that you’d teach me how to sew a little dress for my doll today? If you don’t come home with us, how will you teach me?"

I paused slightly, but didn’t want to return to that "home."

"Doris, Auntie still has work to finish today. Next time, come over to Auntie’s house, and we’ll sew little clothes for the doll together, okay?"

It was then Timothy spoke up, "Why don’t you come home with us? Doris has gotten to know you during this time; it’s time to tell her about your identity. We can’t keep letting her call you ’Auntie Auntie’ all the time."