HURRICANE! She Begged My Brother to Save Her—This Time, I Said No Chapter 10
“Five of them shared Tyler’s photo in private group
chats.”
“Two others uploaded footage from the rooftop to
Tik Tok.”
I opened the file.
Tyler’s face had been cropped from a photo and
placed beside two lines of glaring red text.
**Wealthy Heir Assaults Female Intern.**
**Bennett Industries Heir Drives Young Woman to
the Brink of Suicide.
My nails dug into my palm.
In my last life, Tyler had endured far worse online
harassment.
Thank God I had stopped it in time this time.
Someone knocked on the door.
Before I could answer, a woman rushed into my
office.
Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were
swollen like walnuts.
A security guard hurried in behind her, looking apologetic.
“Ms. Bennett, she says she’s Chloe Sullivan’s
mother, Denise Sullivan.”
“She refused to leave without seeing you.”
Denise dropped to her knees the moment she
entered.
“Ms. Bennett, I’m begging you.”
“Chloe is still young.”
“She doesn’t know any better.”
“She made a terrible mistake in a moment of poor
judgment.”
“Your family has money and influence.”
“Please don’t hold this against a young woman
like her.”
I looked at her without saying anything.
Tyler was only a college freshman.
He was younger than Chloe.
When she framed Tyler, had she ever considered
how much damage it could do to him?
Denise moved forward two steps on her knees.
“Chloe has always been determined to succeed.”
“She only wanted to make something of herself.”
“She never meant to hurt anyone.”
“Her father died when she was young.”
“I raised her by myself.”
“She’s suffered so much.”
“Please, Ms. Bennett.”
“Show her mercy.”
“Give her a chance to start over.”
I slid the photo of Tyler across the desk–the one someone had secretly taken and circulated online.
“So because your daughter wanted to get ahead, she had the right to destroy Tyler’s life?”
Then I pulled up another video.
It was footage of my parents on the rooftop.
Mom held on to the railing, barely able to stand.
Dad stood there holding his checkbook, his hand
trembling.
“When she forced Dad to write her a $1 million
check…”
“Did she ever think about giving my family a way
out?”
Denise continued pleading.
“But she knows she was wrong now.”
“She keeps crying in there.”
“She keeps saying she wants to apologize to your family face–to–face.”
I tapped my fingertips lightly on the desk.
“I don’t want an apology.”
“I want her to plead guilty.”
Denise went pale.
She suddenly grabbed my legs.
“Ms. Bennett…”
“I’m begging you.”
“I’ll beg you on her behalf.”
“Please drop the case.”
As security carried her out, she kicked and
thrashed.
“Natalie!”
“You’re heartless!”
“My daughter only said a few things she shouldn’t
have!”
“Do you have to ruin her entire life over it?”
I looked at her calmly.
“I didn’t ruin her life.”
“She ruined it herself.”
The door shut behind her.
The office fell quiet again.
Only my pen scratching across the paper broke the silence.
The company’s attorney stood beside my desk in silence.
I lowered my head and continued signing.
A legal demand letter.
A defamation complaint.
A formal internal complaint.
By the last signature, my wrist was starting to
ache.
My phone lit up.
It was a message from Tyler.
[Natalie, my academic advisor just called.]
[They said the news had already cleared
everything up and told me I could return to class
without worrying.]
[They also said that if anyone talks about me on campus, I should report it directly to Student
Affairs.]
[Natalie, don’t worry about me.]
I stared at the last sentence.
My heart ached.
He had said the exact same thing in my last life.
Back then, the university had already expelled him.
His classmates whispered and pointed at him.
He shut himself in his room for three days.
When I knocked and asked if he was okay…
he answered,
“Natalie, don’t worry about me.”
But on the fourth day, he jumped from the
building.
Thank God.
This time, he really was okay.
Later, I still left Whitmore Global.
I transferred to Bennett Industries‘ Harbor Point
branch.
The year Tyler graduated from college, Chloe and Marcus were released from prison one after the
other.
With a criminal record, no legitimate company would hire Chloe.
She went through more than a dozen temporary
jobs and couldn’t keep any of them.
Eventually, desperate for money, she began dating
the owner of a small construction supply
company.
She fantasized that he would leave his wife and let
her take the woman’s place.
Marcus’s life was even worse.
Throughout his marriage, he had lived off his
wife’s wealthy family.
The moment the scandal broke, she filed for
divorce.
He walked away without the house or a cent of the
savings.
Even his children refused to acknowledge him.
With no savings, no marketable skills, and
nowhere to stay, he found out where Chloe lived
and kept showing up to harass her.
By then, Chloe already looked down on him.
One day, she cursed him out and threw him out in
front of all the neighbors on her floor.
That same night,
Marcus returned with a small kitchen knife.
He stabbed Chloe seven times.
He didn’t try to run.
He sat amid the blood and waited for the police.
Neither of them could be saved.
When I heard the news, I was in the middle of a
project review meeting.
I froze for two seconds.
Then I continued walking everyone through the project plan.
The fate of people like them was never worth another second of my attention.
The peaceful, happy life I shared with my family
was the only thing that mattered.