Chapter 585

Trevor was hit with a wave of mixed emotions—relief that he was fine, and crushing sorrow when he realized just how much Aubree, the sister he’d been desperate to win back, truly hated him. She hadn’t just ruined his career; she wanted to ruin his life, too.

Trevor laughed, clutching his medical report. His laughter was crazed, spiraling into something twisted and almost sinister.

Bryan just stood there, watching him with cold, detached eyes. Once Trevor had finally worn himself out, Bryan spoke up. “Aubree is back from Mistmere.”

“Bryan, lend me a couple of guys,” Trevor said.

“What are you planning to do?” Bryan frowned.

Trevor straightened up, tilting his head slightly. His brown eyes glinted with an icy, chilling light. “Nothing much. It’s just been far too long since I saw Aubree. I think it’s time we have a little reunion.”

‘He wants to see Aubree?’ Bryan considered it for a second, decided it probably wouldn’t lead to any real trouble, and nodded his approval.

“Thanks, Bryan.”

Trevor planned to look for Aubree. By the time he left the hospital, it was already late at night. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to see her at this hour, but he was determined to go anyway.

After leaving the hospital, he found a nearby hotel to freshen up. Then, with the two guys Bryan had lent him, he headed straight for Aubree’s place.

Luck was on his side. He arrived just as Aubree was getting back from work.

From the car window, Trevor watched as Aubree, whom he used to ignore without a second glance, slowly walked closer. He realized he’d never really taken a good look at her until now.

She wasn’t tall, probably thanks to all those years of not getting enough to eat. As for her looks, that was never an issue; nobody in the Wilson family was ever ugly.

He’d let her down before. But from now on, he was going to make it right.

When Aubree approached, Trevor got out of the car with his two bodyguards in tow.

Aubree paused, instantly on guard. When she realized it was Trevor, her eyes widened in surprise. She’d thought he’d be holed up somewhere at a time like this.

“Aubree, it’s been a while,” Trevor said. Even though he still looked a bit rough around the edges, that face of his was still a total knockout.

Standing under the streetlight, he flashed her a small smile. Putting all their grudges aside, Aubree had to admit that if Trevor showed up like this in front of anyone else, he’d have people screaming over his looks.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. Honestly, I wish it could’ve been even longer,” Aubree replied. As she stared at him, she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. It seemed that Trevor wasn’t exactly unaffected.

Still, even if Trevor did fall for it, there was always someone in the Wilson family who’d step forward and look after him.

“So? Did you come here tonight to settle the score with me?” Aubree asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course not. You’re my only sister. How could I ever do something like that to you?”

Trevor really wasn’t like the others. As a celebrity, he’d heard every insult and snide remark imaginable. Mockery and hate were just part of his daily life. Aubree’s little jabs weren’t nearly enough to get a rise out of him.

“Aubree, everyone messes up sometimes. Why can’t you forgive me? I admit, I never saw how good you were to me before, and I took it all for granted. Can’t you give me just one more chance?” Trevor said.

‘Give him one more chance?’ Aubree scoffed inwardly. ‘But when did anyone ever give me a chance?’

Aubree’s hands slowly curled into fists at her sides. If she hadn’t gotten to live her life over again, who knew where she’d be now. She would probably be dead and rotting under some bridge, her body stinking, and no one even noticing.

‘They want me to give them another chance? Back in the other timeline, did any of them ever give me a chance?’ she thought bitterly.

“Give you a chance? Back when I was in the Wilson family, getting framed by Carmen, going hungry, getting beaten and punished, who gave me a chance then?” Aubree demanded.

Her accusations hit Trevor right in the heart, striking a nerve.