To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 343

Summer handed the bouquet she’d just bought to a random patient before leaving the hospital.

As she tugged Elara’s hand and led her outside, she grinned. “So, you’re really enjoying the attention of both uncle and nephew from the Lawrence family, huh?”

Now that they were out of earshot, Elara dropped her act, a trace of helplessness flickering in her eyes.

“Jason has saved my life twice. I owe him, and I have to repay that debt. As long as I cooperate with his treatment, he stands a real chance at recovery. If I walked away now, my conscience would never let me rest.”

Settle the debt, clear the slate, and move on with a clear heart.

Summer nodded in understanding. “Just be careful around his mother—she’s not exactly a pushover.”

Chatting as they went, the two reached the elevator.

After a brief hesitation, Summer asked, “Felice Vincent’s also a patient here. Do you want to visit her?”

Elara pressed her lips together. “No. I don’t owe the Vincents anything.”

Summer agreed wholeheartedly.

“Word is, SiliconCrest Group is about to file for bankruptcy. Brian really knows how to play his cards—he got out just before Ellis made his move, leaving all the mess and debt pinned on Ellis and his father. Now one’s gone, the other’s behind bars. The executives and shareholders who betrayed Brian must be kicking themselves now!”

She nudged Elara’s arm. “Think he’ll be able to handle life as an ordinary guy, now that he’s lost everything?”

Elara lowered her eyes, not bothering to reply.

Summer dropped Elara off at her apartment before heading out to another engagement.

After three days away, everything in the fridge had spoiled.

Just as Elara picked up her phone to order takeout, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She frowned slightly.

Of the people she knew, only three could get past building security without a call.

Summer had just left, and it certainly wouldn’t be the other one.

Taking a deep breath, Elara walked to the door and opened it.

Brian stood outside, his suit rumpled and outdated, his chin shadowed with stubble, pride shattered but still stubbornly clinging to its remnants in his eyes.

“All in the past?” Elara leaned against the doorframe. “With you, it’s always ‘family first, business second, responsibility third’—I never even make the list. If another Lina or another Ellis comes along, I’m supposed to gamble away every bit of luck I have left? Can’t you just—”

Before she could finish, Brian grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her out of the doorway.

She stumbled, barely able to regain her balance, when a calm, almost lazy voice drifted from the direction of the elevator.

“So the Vincent family’s fallen off the rich lists, and the heir still has time to harass his ex-wife?”

Both Elara and Brian looked over to see Zane sauntering down the hall, a faint smile on his lips but ice in his eyes.

Taking advantage of Brian’s distraction, Elara stomped on his foot, forcing him to let go.

She quickly put three yards between them and glared at him in irritation.

Brian, ever composed, smiled lightly at Zane. “Three days ago, my men failed to do their job, and Mr. Lawrence had to step in. Now that we’ve run into each other, I wanted to thank you in person.”

Zane could tell Brian’s words were meant for Elara’s ears.

He walked right up to Brian, his face unreadable. “Don’t mention it. I didn’t do it for you.”