บททั้งหมดของ His Betrayal, His Regret: บทที่ 421 - บทที่ 430

Isabel’s POVMy heart was pounding in my chest as I watched Emerson dial Caleb’s number. The tension in the room was thick, pressing against my ribs, making it hard to breathe. Please, please, please be okay.The silent plea played in my head like a mantra.Margot sat stiffly beside me, her gaze flickering between the phone and the door, as if expecting bad news to come crashing through at any moment.Would Caleb pick up? Were he and Liam safe?A pit of dread pooled in my stomach. What if something had happened? I would never forgive myself. I had already failed Elias by not realizing he was in danger. The thought of failing my own child, of allowing my son to be vulnerable while I was too weak to protect him, was unbearable.The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Then—“What’s up, cousin?” Caleb’s voice came through the speaker. His typical casual tone instantly relieved some of the tension in my chest.“Caleb!” Emerson’s voice boomed through the room. “Where the hell are you?”“W

Isabel’s POVThe hospital corridors stretched endlessly before us, sterile white walls closing in like the cold grip of fate. The sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nostrils, and my heart pounded so violently in my chest that I feared it might burst. Emerson’s grip on my wrist was tight as we rushed forward, weaving through doctors, nurses, and worried families. But there was only one person I wanted to see—Liam. My baby. My son.As we rounded the corner to the surgical ward, my breath caught in my throat. Caleb sat hunched on a bench outside the operating room, his face buried in his hands. His usually confident posture was shattered, replaced by a shell of a man drowning in regret. The fluorescent lighting above cast a sickly glow over his slumped figure.Before I could speak, Emerson charged forward and yanked Caleb up by the collar."How the hell did this happen?" Emerson's voice was raw with fury, shaking with barely contained rage. "You were supposed to keep him safe!"Caleb di

Isabel’s POVThe doctor’s voice rang in my ears like a distant echo. "Does anyone here have a matching blood type? The boy needs a transfusion immediately."My breath hitched, and in an instant, I was dragged back in time—to that moment in the hospital when I had first learned the truth. When my blood had saved Liam’s life, and in return, had revealed that he was my son. I had gone so long believing my son was dead. But then, in the stark coldness of a sterile hospital room, fate had thrown me the truth. That moment had changed everything. And now, standing here again, staring down a doctor who needed my blood to save Liam, I felt history repeating itself.But this time, it was so much worse. Liam’s life hung in the balance.“I’m a match,” I said quickly, stepping forward. There was no hesitation. No doubt. I would give him every drop of my blood if it meant he would open his eyes again.The doctor nodded briskly and took me to be tested. My mind was racing the entire time. My pulse

Isabel’s POVThe small, dimly lit room felt heavier than the weight of the secrets we were about to unravel. Eric, Emerson, and I sat in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. I could hear the faint sounds of the hospital outside—the distant beeping of machines, the soft murmur of nurses passing by—but inside this room, time had stalled.Eric was the first to break the silence. "I suppose it's time you know everything," he said, his voice laced with something unreadable—anger, perhaps, or sorrow. "I've been looking into your past for a long time, Isabel. I never told you because I wanted to protect you. But after everything that has happened, I can’t stay quiet any longer."I swallowed hard. My past was something I had learned to live with, but never something I had entirely faced. There were too many wounds, too many buried nightmares I wasn’t sure I could handle revisiting.Eric met my eyes, his expression softening just slightly before he turned his gaze to Emers

Sebastian/Elias's POVThe basement was the same as ever—cold, damp, and stinking of rust and decay. Dust swirled in the dim light from the single flickering bulb, casting erratic shadows on the cracked stone walls. But this time, I wasn’t the one in chains.“Kill him.” Alistair’s voice was sharp and commanding, his outstretched hand pointing at a young man kneeling a few feet away. He couldn’t have been much older than nineteen, his face drawn and gaunt from fear. His chains rattled as he tried to inch backward, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.I didn’t hesitate.I lunged forward, my foot connecting with his chest before he could react. He crumpled to the ground with a strangled gasp. Without missing a beat, I dropped to one knee, my hands locking around his throat. His pulse fluttered beneath my fingers, his breath hitching as I tightened my grip.He struggled—weakly at first, then more desperately, his fingers clawing at my wrists. But I was stronger. Faster. Bette