Regretful Tears Won't Bring Her Back novel Chapter 69

Jacob repeated in a flat tone. "Take off the dress and return it to Liesel."

After that, he cast a brief, indifferent glance at Elijah. "You've watched enough. Leave now."

Natalie needed to change, so they couldn't linger.

Elijah's playful smile faded as his gaze remained fixed on Liesel's face. Upon hearing Jacob's voice, a smirk appeared on his lips. He regained his usual carefree demeanor.

"Liesel, call me if something happens. Though I don't belong to you yet, I surely will in the future. I don't mind you starting early by commanding your soon-to-be property." With that, he left the room.

Jacob also followed, closing the door behind him.

This room was at the corner of the second floor, where leaning against the wall provided a clear view of the extravagant scene below.

Elijah observed the crowd in the banquet hall, and those pretending to be wealthy were moving about with airs of grandeur. Some flattered Jeffrey, while others tried to curry his favor as though his birthday celebration was only for their benefit.

Today's scene made him think of what Liesel must have endured years ago. Her mother lay dead in a pool of blood, while the wicked father held a lavish banquet.

One was in paradise, while the other was consigned forever to hell. Yet, the one deserving of hell lived in paradise while basking in the praise and admiration of the crowd.

How pitiful and absurd this was.

Elijah lit a cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke. A subtle, hazy sense of disdain enveloped him. His narrow eyes held no light as he raised his gaze to slowly rest it on Jacob.

"Liesel, why are you so angry?"

Natalie pointed to the damaged silver gown she wore as she smiled with narrowed eyes. "What's so important about this dress? It's just something that belonged to a dead person.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined. Can all this fussing change anything? Your mother is dead. She's dead."

Natalie repeated it while smiling at Liesel to provoke her. "She died on Dad's birthday. You weren't here that day, so you don't know what it was like. She put on a white wedding dress and lay in the bathtub. Her blood flowed from her body, turning the water red. It was so beautiful and brutal.

"I still remember it clearly. Her wrist hung over the edge of the bathtub. The blood dripped relentlessly."