Semua Bab Who's the One Regretting Now?: Bab 421 - Bab 430

Hearing that Edward was out of danger, Yosef let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and said, "He struggled with severe mental health issues in high school because of family problems. His personality turned dark, and he nearly took his own life. I found him a psychiatrist back then, but he completely shut down and refused to go."This time, I'll contact a specialist. We'll see if someone can help him process all this."The doctor nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "So he's basically gone untreated since high school?""No, not exactly. He got better over time, and his emotions stabilized. This is the first severe relapse in years. The last incident was more physical. It was stress-induced stomach pain."The doctor made a note, then looked up. "You mentioned he refused therapy back then. What helped him recover?"Yosef paused, his lips tightening into a firm line as he thought about it.Edward had always said that it was Sharon. She spent three years by his side, ta

Macie and her coworker took their time eating, so they headed back upstairs a bit later than most. On the way up, she saw Julian's message and finally responded."It's not because of Edward. I called the cops on him a few days ago. He's in detention right now, so he won't be bothering me for a while."Truth be told, Macie was still stressed about Edward and the future. But that wasn't something she could dump on Julian.Just working at his company had already stirred up enough trouble for him. First, it was a stolen client, then a close call with a takeover. And on top of all that, Edward had physically assaulted him.Macie lowered her gaze. She believed that her problems were hers to carry. She couldn't keep dragging other people down with her, as she brought this on herself. It was the fallout from her own choices and her own greed.In the office, Julian stared at the message, stunned.He started typing furiously, his fingers stumbling over the keys as he rushed to get the word

Yosef had originally agreed to invest in Brightech Studios anyway—just through the company, not personally, which made sense. After all, business was business, and investments were meant to maximize profit.If things had gone that route, Julian's company would've still gotten the funding it needed to launch. And she would've been there, right beside him, as one of the founding partners.Two years in, Brightech Studios would've been thriving. She would also be doing well.She would've become a woman in corporate, living well and enjoying life. She wouldn't be worrying about Edward's fate, because Yosef would've chosen someone else for him to marry.Brightech Studios and Fowler Group would've had no ties. There would be no reason for her to cross paths with the Fowlers. She and Edward would've lived in separate worlds, never seeing each other again.There would be no mess, pain, or regrets.Macie had spun up an entire alternate reality in her mind. In that world, everything worked

Edward said, "I don't have any thought I can't let go of. My mind… It's empty."The psychiatrist, Clive Ramsey, nodded, knowing this was only temporary, as the sympatholytic drug hadn't fully metabolized yet. "How about your energy levels? Do you feel sleepy?" he asked.Edward shook his head. "I'm not sleepy at all."The doctor smiled gently. "Good. Then let's have a chat. Just relax. Think of it as two friends talking."As soon as he heard that, Edward immediately understood why he'd been feeling off from the start. So this guy wasn't a regular doctor. He was a damn psychiatrist.Edward now understood why he had asked several prying questions. His expression darkened instantly as he coldly said, "Leave. I don't want to talk."Clive saw the shift in his demeanor but still responded with a friendly tone. "I'm not trying to—""I said leave!" Edward cut him off, his voice rising into a roar that faded at the last word.Clive paused, recognizing the sudden anger. He already knew fr

Edward bit his lip and clutched the bed sheet tightly. But with no strength, his grip was weak and unsteady. "I know…" he rasped. "That's why I want to make things right. I want to make it up to her. With a lifetime—""Enough," Yosef cut him off. "If you really want to make things right, why not give more money? Some property, maybe. What are you even worth on your own? Do you think you'll still have value the moment you leave Fowler Group?"Edward said nothing. Yosef's words hit him right where it hurt, but the truth was, he wasn't wrong."I'll help you draft a new asset division plan. Settle it during the divorce. Just give it all to May," Yosef continued. Then he turned to Nolan and was instructed, "Calculate all the assets under his name, as well as company shares. If it's not enough, I'll top it off from my side.""Yes, Mr. Fowler Senior," Nolan said, nodding."Once the financial compensation is in place, you'll let her go for good. No more entanglements. Everything between y