บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her: บทที่ 551 - บทที่ 560

Caitlin and the conductor rushed forward to meet the doctor."The patient’s bloodwork shows cyanide poisoning. Luckily, he was brought in time. We’ve performed gastric lavage and emergency treatment. His life is no longer in danger.""Thank you... thank you, doctor."After the doctor left, the group remained in place, waiting anxiously.The Queen’s assistant discreetly sought out the doctor who had just given the update. From him, he confirmed that Federico had indeed suffered from cyanide poisoning. The medical records backed it up—this wasn’t a ruse.He returned to the palace and reported everything to Heather.When the Queen saw the hospital report, her fury finally subsided a little. "So I was wrong. He really was poisoned. But why? Who would poison him?"She sat in thought for several long moments, but no answer came to her."Prepare a royal delegation to visit the hospital tomorrow morn

Sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder. Soon, police units and the royal guard arrived from both directions, finally putting an end to the chaos that had unfolded around the club. Prince Magnus was quickly escorted to the hospital for emergency treatment.Sanctis police took over the scene, managing the wounded and deceased, while survivors inside the club were temporarily relocated and prepared for questioning.The attack on the prince was immediately reported to the royal family. King Leif VI and Queen Heather were both stunned and outraged. Orders were given for a full-scale investigation to hunt down the remaining attackers and bring them to justice.After completing their statements at the scene, Caitlin and her team were allowed to return to the hotel. The night’s events felt surreal—like something out of an action movie—but every second had been real.Mikkel’s death was the most regrettable part. Just as they we

Caitlin sprang forward with lightning speed, catching Ida’s wrist just in time.Ida let out a terrified scream as her body dropped, “Ahh! Help me!”The people below were frozen in horror. Thankfully, Caitlin had managed to catch her, leaving Ida dangling from the terrace’s edge.Within a second, Sebastian rushed over and helped pull her back to safety.Everyone watching from below exhaled in relief. Tobias and the other staff members finally felt their hearts settle as they saw that Ida was safe.“Ida!” Several people rushed over, surrounding her with concern.Ida had never truly wanted to die. But having just faced a brush with death, she was trembling with fear. She threw herself into Caitlin’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” Caitlin comforted her.Though she was a complete stranger, Caitlin had stepped in out

 "Here, look at these two group photos," Tobias said, flipping through the album. "I was there too."Caitlin and Sebastian followed the direction of his finger and immediately spotted him seated in the front center of the group, clearly in a position of authority as the head of the center.Tobias shifted his hand, pointing to the second row toward the back, about six people in from the left. "That’s Ellie. Take a look—do you recognize her?"Caitlin leaned in. The photo was wide-angled and filled with people, making it difficult to make out individual faces.Tobias handed her a magnifying glass. Caitlin carefully zoomed in on the woman he’d indicated. When the image finally came into sharp focus, her heart clenched as if scorched by fire—sharp, sudden, and burning.It was her mother.No doubt about it.Ellie was her mother.“Yes, it’s her! That’s my mother!”Cai

Back at the hotel, the group gathered in Caitlin’s room to discuss what had just happened.Sebastian couldn't suppress his frustration as he paced. “You don’t think the King has some twisted interest in Caitlin, do you?”James frowned. “Come on. The guy’s in a wheelchair. What could he even do to my sister? It has to be about the attack on the Prince.”“I don’t buy it,” Sebastian said coldly. “That’s just a cover.”He didn’t like any of this. Even though Caitlin was going by Esme, even though her face had been altered, she still had that figure, that presence—she was hard not to notice. And to someone like the King, who spent all day cooped up in a wheelchair, who knew what kind of dark fantasies brewed behind polite smiles?Sebastian had been in that same position once—immobile, helpless, angry. He knew how twisted a man could become when robbed o