Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel 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?