บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Regret: It's Great to See You Again, Daddy!: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

KATHERINE'S POV The ride was so slow and I felt uneasy.The closer we got to the cabin, the more my heart skipped faster."Are you okay? You should have stayed behind, you know?" Alex said, interrupting the thoughts that swirled around my head.I shook my head.There was no way in hell I'll let him handle Victor by himself. The man dared to mess with me and my son, I have to show him that he messed with the wrong person."I'm fine. How close are we?" I asked staring at Henry through the rearview mirror.He glanced at me and then at Alex as if waiting for permission.Alex nodded."Almost there. We'll be there within two minutes.""Won't he leave before then?"Henry smirked."No. I have eyes on him. The minute he steps out of that cabin, he'll be arrested. Did you think we came here without a plan?"I turned to glance at Alex. He didn't tell me anything about having backups."No... I, I thought we were going to handle it alone. What if the cops do something to him, what if they're not

ALEXANDER'S POV For a moment, the room was silent, so still that I could hear Katherine’s breath hitch and Victor’s words echo in my mind like a broken record.“I had to do it. I had no choice.”There’s always a choice. Always. And when it came to pointing a gun at my son, he had one too.No matter how broken he was. No matter how tragic his past.I let go of Katherine’s hand slowly, not because I didn’t want to be there for her, but because I needed to distance myself from the storm rising inside me. The rage. The disgust. The disbelief. “Victor,” I said calmly, but every syllable I uttered was wrapped in steel, “you keep saying you were a puppet. That she had all the control. And maybe that’s true to an extent. Maybe. But you chose to aim that gun. You chose to obey her. You could have said something, you could have secretly met with Katherine, or me, but you chose not to.“I didn’t know, I wasn't thinking. All I could think about was my wife and...”“Don’t interrupt me,” I snappe

ALEXANDER'S POV I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, the tension in my jaw so stiff it felt like my teeth might crack."Stupid," I muttered under my breath. "So stupid."Henry cast a quick, worried glance at me from the driver’s seat but wisely said nothing. The silence in the car was suffocating. Heavy. Like a third presence pressing into the space between us.I could still see Katherine's face in my mind. The confusion. The exhaustion. The pain she tried so hard to hide.And yet, what hurt more was the way she just stood there. She didn't call after me. She didn't stop me. She didn’t choose me.She let me walk away.I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head back against the seat. For a few seconds, I tried to force the anger out of my body, to be rational, to be the calm, composed man I'd worked so hard to become.But I couldn't. Not tonight.Tonight, everything I had been holding back for weeks was breaking free, clawing at my insides li

KATHERINE'S POVI'm exhausted.Mentally.Emotionally and physically.So exhausted.This wasn't what I planned when I first arrived in Texas a month ago.This was contrary to what I expected.Within the space of a month, I've had about three huge arguments with Alexander, gotten slapped by both my stepmom and Clara, been treated rudely by reporters who thought I was back with Alex, had to face Astra and the worst of them all, been threatened.Just a month.At this point, it would be better to just go back to London. At least for Franklin's sake. The Threats would only increase more as long as we're both here, and with Alexander.But even as exhausted as I was, I still couldn't bring myself to watch as my mother's company burn to the ground because of the same woman who murdered her.I won't let her legacy die just like that.I'm not going to allow that.Franklin's words to me when I asked him if we should go back to London was another motivation to remain here until I was done with the

KATHERINE’S POVI ignored the anger bubbling like a pot of Wonton soup in my chest as I stared straight at them.They were huddled together like the perfect family, Clara's hands held tightly by the man whose hands never once left mine when I was a child and Elizabeth leaned closer to him.It was painful, yes, watching them together, knowing that I wasn't welcome but at the same time I felt like they should at least have their moment for the time being.Before I punish them all for what happened to my mother.Silence stretched after Clara’s cutting remark. No one moved. Not even Elizabeth, whose hair I had just pulled out of rage. The only sound in the hallway was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above us, a poor distraction from the weight that now pressed down on my chest.I stared at my father—no, Mr. Shane. That was more accurate now, especially as he already indicated who has his support among us.He still held Clara’s hand, knuckles white from how tight his grip was. His m