Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 34

Seren is done with concern that comes too late.

Moments ago, Swain had clearly sensed that something was off with Slater. He could have stepped in and stopped everything before it happened, but he didn't.

What's the point of caring afterward? The damage was already done.

Regret gnawed at Swain.

But Seren didn't give him a chance to make things right. She glanced at him with cool indifference. "If there's nothing else, you should go."

With that, the heavy door closed behind them.

A solid iron door now separated Swain and Slater from Seren—and in his heart, Swain felt she'd shut him out for good.

He could never get back in.

"Slater, I'm sorry," Carla said, hurrying over, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "If it weren't for my birthday party, you and Seren wouldn't have had such a big falling out. Maybe we should just forget about the whole thing."

Slater, no longer looking lost and shaken, had already recovered his usual arrogance. He brushed her off, his tone casual. "There's nothing to forget. The argument between me and her is none of your business. You don't need to blame yourself."

He shrugged. "It's your birthday, you're the one who matters. As for certain irrelevant people, whether they show up or not doesn't make any real difference."

He'd already lost his composure in front of Seren. He wasn't about to let Carla see him falter, too.

Besides, Carla had been looking forward to her party for ages. He wasn't about to let Seren ruin it for her.

Swain stood by, his face stormy with anger.

Slater could treat his own sister so harshly, and after lashing out, he didn't even bother to apologize—just acted like nothing had happened.

But when Swain caught sight of the tears shimmering in Carla's eyes, he swallowed all the harsh words he wanted to hurl at Slater.

The fault lay with Slater, not Carla.

Carla was innocent in all this.

Tomorrow was her birthday; if Swain started a fight with Slater now, it would cast a pall over everything.

Carla's birthday party mattered. He couldn't ruin it.

The three of them turned and climbed into the black Mercedes.

As Carla got in, she glanced back at the firmly shut door. A faint, mocking smile played on her lips.

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