All Chapters of Too Late to Regret: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

"That doesn't matter right now; what matters is you!"Margaret was consumed with worry. She now deeply regretted her initial decision; she felt she should have been firm in making her daughter separate from Charlie. That way, they wouldn't have had to take the risk of sending her back to the Lawrence family just to overcome the hurdle of her background.Now that she was being targeted by that venomous woman, there was no telling what would happen in the future.Candice reassured her, "You don't need to worry about my affairs, and don't think of her as being all-powerful. She won't let me go? Well, I won't let her go either. Relax, your daughter can handle this."Sophia also tried to comfort Margaret. "It's fine. If she can't even handle a crisis like this, how is she going to fight her in the future? You have to remember, Candice isn't alone anymore.""Besides, things have already come to this. Being afraid only makes it more dangerous," Bianca sai

"Cultivate..."Gabrielle’s eyes were vacant. Evidently, her cognitive capacity was insufficient to process such a complex phrase, leaving her to do nothing but stare blankly at Candice.The girl before her wore a well-behaved white princess dress; her skin was like cream, and she stood quietly, projecting a unique sense of innocence. Even her wooden hollowness translated into a sort of static beauty on a canvas."This half-sister really does look a bit like Candice. She’s quite pretty, too. Pity she’s a fool," Bianca whispered into Sophia’s ear."A fool who still knows how to try and snatch a brother-in-law from her sister.""You mean Kyle?""No, Charlie.""..."*The fool’s taste in men is quite sharp.*Candice stepped forward. Under the high-alert, "enemy-at-the-gates" gaze of the female bodyguard, she reached out and gently patted Gabrielle’s head twice. "You have to be good and get

Candice couldn't help but look at Charlie. She hadn't acknowledged him the entire evening.She had been harboring a fire in her heart before she even arrived, and the very first thing she saw upon meeting him was Edith lunging onto him—a sight that added frost to the snow of her mood. She gave him the cold shoulder, and he didn't overextend himself trying to force a warm face onto her icy one.Her mood was foul, and his was equally gloomy. A troublesome younger brother was already headache enough, and then seeing his pregnant girlfriend appear in a place she never should have come to... Though he didn't smoke and had no habit of excessive drinking, even he had felt like reaching for the full "tobacco and liquor" set at the card table earlier.By now, the emotions of both parties seemed to have been digested.Charlie was already standing close to her. Seeing her look his way, he took the initiative to approach. "Are you tired? Let Rex take you to the guest

"What about Gabrielle and her bodyguard?" Candice asked.For some reason, she felt Rex’s words were a bit odd. Edith was supposed to be with Gabrielle, yet he only mentioned Edith.Rex shook his head. "I don’t know.""You don't know?" Candice was taken aback. "Do you mean they weren't together?"Charlie’s brow furrowed. "Explain yourself clearly."Rex explained with a pained expression, "I really don't know. It might be because Edith's perfume was just too cloying; it completely masked the scent of the other two. Or perhaps they didn't take this path and used a different corridor instead. In any case, I only smelled the lingering scent of Edith's perfume heading toward the right. I couldn't pick up anything else."The group fell silent.Choosing between left and right was a headache enough; now things had become even more complicated.*Only* Edith?So, it was possible that Gabrielle and her bodyguard hadn't stayed with her. Alternatively, Edith’s perfume might have simply been so over

The female bodyguard’s frantic pleas did little to move the crowd. While she didn’t *look* like she was lying and lacked a clear motive, she was their only lead. As Sherlock Holmes famously said: "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."The atmosphere remained at a standstill.Charlie glanced at her. His gaze was aloof and cold, yet his voice was low, magnetic, and persuasive—almost hypnotic. "Why don’t we calm down and try a change of perspective? If you were standing where we are, what conclusion would you reach?"He paused for two seconds, letting a sense of mounting pressure fill the silence before speaking again. "You are currently the prime suspect. If you can’t prove your innocence, going back will likely be..."He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was crystal clear. Gabrielle had been lost on her watch. Denise would never forgive her. If she remained