All Chapters of The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

And of all people, it had to come back to the Jepson family.Who would have thought? The very ones stirring the pot, desperate to see Kane and Aria dragged off in chains, could actually be the ones responsible for Caleb’s death.Cedric wasn’t surprised. He’d seen enough of the filth that rotted inside powerful families—siblings turning on each other was practically tradition.Seeing how certain Cedric looked, Paddy hesitated before asking, “Sir… do you already have someone in mind?”Cedric nodded. “I do.” But he didn’t name the person.Paddy knew when not to push. He simply took the sheet Cedric had written on and hurried out.Two days later, Paddy was back.“Sir, I actually found something,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement.Cedric set aside the work in his hands. “Go on.”“Before Caleb died, he met Gabriella in his apartment, right? Well, I dug deeper. Turns out he had arranged a meeting with a few people that night, and one of them even called him.” Paddy flipped open

When Kane pointed it out, Aria finally noticed the sheet of paper lying on his desk. She picked it up, scanned it, and her brows furrowed.The news that Burnell had snatched up the land had only just reached Kane when another message arrived—a fax from Burnell.In it, Burnell suggested using the land as a peace offering, claiming he wanted to reconcile with Kane. He admitted he knew how much Kane valued that property and offered to transfer it to him at a low price—on the condition that ATTA and JE Group stopped fighting.He even wrote that if Kane was interested, he should come to JE Group headquarters to discuss the matter in person.It was worded as a peace proposal, but the more Aria read it, the clearer it became—there wasn’t a shred of humility in Burnell’s tone. If anything, it dripped with arrogance, as if he had Kane by the throat.“Who the hell does Burnell think he is?” Aria slammed the fax back onto the desk with a cold snort. “When he was coming after us, reconciliation w

Kane wanted to argue, to say he did care, but when he looked at Aria’s smiling face, the irritation in his chest eased.The Jepson family had been thrashing around for so long—what difference did a few more days make? The higher they danced, the harder the fall would crush them in the end.“Fine, I get it.” He took her hand and rested his head on her shoulder. “Aria, once this is all over… why don’t we have another baby?”Aria blinked. Was this man serious? One moment he was brooding, the next he was talking about babies. He switched moods faster than the weather.Rolling her eyes, she shoved his head off her shoulder and pulled her hand away, deliberately scooting to the far side of the couch. Her body language said everything.Kane just chuckled, then put on his best pitiful expression, staring at her like a puppy.“Aria… even our daughter’s been saying she wants a baby brother.” Inch by inch, he shuffled closer until he was right beside her again.Aria gave him a light kick. “That’

Basia giggled uncontrollably, wriggling in Kane’s arms and begging for mercy. Aria met Kane’s eyes, and the two of them broke into laughter with their daughter.Under the warm sunlight, the little family of three stood at the street corner, laughing together. Their good looks and carefree joy drew curious glances from passersby.From inside the café, Gabriella watched them through the glass. Her hands curled into fists so tight her nails dug into her palms, but she didn’t feel a thing.“Kane… Aria… perfect, aren’t you?” she muttered through gritted teeth. She slammed her fist onto the table, hard enough to make her coffee slosh out of the cup.Just then, Kane leaned toward Aria with an expression Gabriella had never seen before. Petulant yet tender, he planted a playful kiss on Aria’s cheek, murmuring something that made her laugh.Even with Natalie, Kane had never looked like that. Back then, he was only less cold, never radiant, never openly affectionate.That tenderness, that indul

Harold had overheard every word of their conversation. Realizing they were about to leave, he quickly squeezed himself into the sedan’s trunk—the same trunk Benjamin had complained wouldn’t stay shut.From what he’d heard, Harold remembered two key words: “Gabriella” and “the little brat.”He didn’t know who Gabriella was, but “the little brat,” combined with the glimpse of pink fabric sticking out of the sack, could only mean one thing—Basia.The car rumbled to life. Harold stayed curled up in the trunk, his heart pounding, until the vehicle finally slowed to a stop. He heard doors slam, footsteps growing fainter, and only then did he dare crawl out.He found a dark corner to hide in, crouched against a wall, and pulled out his small phone to call Cedric.“Dad?” Harold whispered, his voice trembling.“Harold! Where are you?” Cedric’s voice was taut with panic.Harold thought back to what the men had said. “Dad, I’m at the old docks. In one of the warehouses. I think Basia’s been kidn