Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 712

Chapter 712: How can she forgive us?
There were so many things Slater was grateful for. He had a loving and supportive family who would accept him no matter how unreasonable he could be. The people around him often cheered him up and believed in him.

Slater had a good career; his album had just hit the charts, and people wanted him for many reasons. His fans almost worshipped him, probably singing his songs while taking a bath, studying, or just singing them for no reason at all.

There was so much that could keep Slater going—so many good things. From another person’s perspective, he was living the life. He should be happy. He had everything one would wish for and pray for.

But why did he feel so empty?

Was it because he was ungrateful? Was he just focusing on the wrong things? Or was it the lack of spark in his creativity? Or perhaps it was the nightmare that kept haunting him in his sleep?

To be honest, Slater had no idea.

All he knew was that the more he tried to fight it, the heavier this emptiness felt. It was strange how emptiness could take up so much space in his heart, making him even more determined to fill it with something—anything.

Even if that something was him disappearing.

Perhaps that would ease his mind.

What Slater didn’t know was that sometimes emptiness was just like the moon. One has to experience complete emptiness to be full again.

As the water slowly robbed him of his breath and strength, Slater surrendered himself to the end that everyone must face when the time was right. He might have surrendered too early, but he didn’t feel any regret.

If anything, for the first time in a long time, he felt peace.

And as this peace slowly enveloped him, taking him to a place of solace, memories he never had surged within him like a flood. They reminded him of the remnants of nightmares he had endured since the start of this long and lonely journey.

“Slater! Slater! Shit, shit, shit! Please… Slater, come on!”

Slater heard this distant distress call, feeling something pound in his chest.

“Slater! Come on, man!” James, who was performing CPR on Slater, was in tears. He had already called for help, but until then, he wanted to do something.

Moments ago, James walked into the bathroom, only to see Slater drowning in the tub. Seeing the empty bottle of wine on the floor, he was confused about whether this was intentional or not. However, he knew something was wrong.

Slater wouldn’t just give gifts like that. Not that Slater was not generous, but this was too abrupt. Moreover, James had noticed that Slater had been quieter than usual and seemed preoccupied.

So, after dropping Slater off, James decided to go back and check on him. After all, before James became Slater’s manager, they were friends. Who would have thought this was what he would walk in on?

“Slater—” James’s call halted when Slater coughed up water before rolling onto his side. “Oh, my God…”

Slater coughed up more water as James felt his entire body drop. Before he knew it, he slumped onto the bathroom floor, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on Slater. Fear and relief swelled in his chest as he rested his back against the wall.

“Oh, God…” James breathed out, his eyes shining with bitterness and distress.

*****

Right after James was able to revive Slater, the paramedics arrived at his place. They helped both Slater and James, but Slater insisted on staying. Barely conscious, he begged James to let him stay. For Slater’s sake, James asked the paramedics to treat Slater there, with the condition that they would call for a doctor. The paramedics agreed.

“Goodness…” James sat in the room, gazing at Slater in the bed. “He’s gonna be the death of me for sure.”

He buried his face in his palms in distress. The doctors had already left after prescribing some medicine and inserting an IV into Slater. They told him that it was good James found Slater because if he hadn’t, the nation would have been mourning the loss of an angel.

“Just what is wrong?” James wondered, casting Slater a look. “I just can’t understand.”

Perhaps James would never understand what Slater had been going through. After all, everything was going well, and everything seemed to be in their favor.

Why would Slater do this?

Why didn’t he say something to James?

If Slater was tired, he knew he could always tell James. It wasn’t like James was the actual boss here. Even though James was the president of the company, Slater still had the final say over his schedule. However, Slater never meddled with that and just let James do his job as his manager.

The point was, if only Slater had asked for a break, James would have given it to him without question.

“Mhm.”

James’s muddled thoughts halted when he heard a faint grunt from the bed. He quickly rose from his seat, rushing to Slater’s side.

“Slater?” he called, only to see Slater furrowing his brows while moving his head sideways. “Slater, are you okay? What’s going on, man? Hey!”

Slater winced in his sleep, clutching the sheet over him while letting out a grunt. Seeing this, James panicked and quickly reached for his phone. The doctor had already left, but James was determined to call a nurse to look after Slater.

But just as James clumsily searched for the number, he froze. Slowly, he moved his wide gaze back to the bed, only to see Slater staring at the ceiling. Slater just laid there frozen, barely blinking.

“Slater…?” he blurted out under his breath, catching a tear rolling down Slater’s temple. His mouth opened and closed, catching the pain in Slater’s eyes as the tear continued to fall. But before he could speak again or call for the nurse, Slater whispered.

“How…?” Slater’s breath hitched, grinding his teeth, as if choking in his own breathing. “… can she foolishly forgive us?”