Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!

CHAPTER 002

Steven was getting really agitated by all the questioning, he just wanted to leave that vicinity but he knew that this was his only ride and had to put up with it.

“*Sighs* If you must know, the day I got into prison, the guards confiscated it. Since it wasn't in my things five years later, then it is long gone.”

“You liar,” Diana snapped, clearly outraged; “what are you trying to prove by saying that? I had Jack bribe the guards and everyone in there to let you lead a comfortable life to make sure that you were treated well there. So how could they confiscate your engagement ring?”

Steven laughed coldly, he couldn't contain his amusement.

Looking at Dianna speaking with such certainty, Steven let out a mocking laugh.

"Good treatment?"

On his very first day in prison, the vicious warden had forced him to strip naked and doused him with freezing cold water.

And when the warden saw his ring, he had smashed Steven’s finger just to rip it off.

Was that what Dianna called “good treatment”?

Steven laughed bitterly at himself.

He couldn’t even be bothered to explain—because no matter what he said, Dianna would always believe Jackson.

Diana became enraged at his silence that she blurted out; “I see where this is going, you are just jealous of Jack. You shouldn't be, I agreed to be your fiancee, to marry you, so why are you still envious of him? You are so petty!”

Steven looked into her eyes coldly; “How about this, why don't you marry him instead?”

Enraged by his attitude; “You bastard! I regret coming to pick you up, find your way home!” With that, Diana drove off leaving Steven all alone standing in the cold.

The fact that this was the outskirts of the city, made it really hard for him, it was merciless.

A biting wind howled through the empty fields, sweeping up flecks of frost and dry dust from the cracked roadside.

Each gust slammed into his face like a slap from winter itself, turning his skin an angry shade of red. His cheeks stung, his eyes watered, and every breath he took felt like inhaling ice.

He tugged his coat tighter around him, but it did little to stop the cold from crawling through the fabric and settling into his bones. The sky above was bleak, thick with low-hanging clouds that looked ready to burst.

Not a single bird flew, and not a single soul walked that path with him, just the long stretch of road ahead and the wind whistling at his back.

Each step forward was a battle, the chill gnawed at his fingertips, even through his gloves, and his ears had long gone numb. Still, he pressed on, head bowed against the wind, walking home with slow, steady determination.

This was not just cold, it was the kind that reached inside you, clawing at your thoughts, trying to make you turn back, but he didn’t, he couldn’t!

Home was waiting or so he thought.

All through this ordeal, as he walked all the way back to the Milton estate, his expression was cold and emotionless, he walked in that obscene weather for four whole hours.

Dusk was already settling in by the time he arrived!

When he stepped into the villa, he was met with a lively scene, the entire villa was bustling with joy not for his return, but for Jackson's birthday.

Everyone who was anyone in the city was in attendance including the Milton family’s key business partners.

Steven didn't want to draw any attention to himself, he quietly got in and wanted to head to his room quietly, but the opposite happened.

Immediately he got in, his presence drew strange looks from the crowd.

“What is this?”

“Who could this be? Disgraceful!”

Those were the remarks coming from those who saw him.

It's not their fault, he was still wearing an outfit from five years ago. After all, it is old fashioned and probably worn out, it made him look completely out of place.

Just then Helen, his sister spotted him, recognising him she frowned and walked towards the scene.

Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she cut across the room.

Her eyes were sharp, her jaw tight. She reached him with a well-practiced smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes and lightly gripped his arm.

“Steven,” she said with an edge of forced warmth, “you shouldn’t be standing here like that.”

She turned swiftly to the surrounding guests with a crisp laugh. “Forgive him, everyone. He’s the adopted one in the Milton family, he is not always familiar with the... etiquette.”

Her words struck like a slap, masked by the charm of her tone.

A few guests chuckled politely, awkwardly. One woman raised her brow. Another man offered Steven a tight nod of sympathy, then looked away.

Steven’s expression froze. His shoulders stiffened. He opened his mouth, then shut it again, biting down the burn rising in his chest.

Helen gave his sleeve a subtle tug. “Come, let’s not cause a scene.”

Steven’s voice was low, rough. “Right. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the real Miltons.”

But Helen didn’t answer. She just led him away, leaving behind a trail of whispers in her wake.

When she was sure, no one would see them, she immediately let go and uttered:

“What are you doing here? Did you escape from jail or something? I have always known you were a high end criminal.”

A wave of sorrow washed over Steven, he couldn't believe his ears, but he remained calm and said;

“I have served my time, today is the day I was released, dear sis. I didn't break out!”

Helen felt guilty and a little embarrassed by it, she was kind of sad that she didn't know when her own brother would be released.

She cleared her throat and said;

“You can't blame me, I just forgot about it.”

Steven showed no reaction to her words, he simply turned and walked towards where used to be his room before he was thrown into prison and left to rot for years.

Helen became even more displeased, the fact that he is nonchalant made her convinced that Steven's presence in that house that night was to stir trouble and ruin Jack's birthday.

‘You are here to cause trouble at Jackson's birthday party. This is just your way of revenge, I won't let you spoil this special day! I will keep my eyes on you!’