บททั้งหมดของ She Moved On and Glowed Up — Now Her Ex-Husband and Son Want Her Forgiveness: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

He watched Nora and Eric supporting each other as they walked down from the bridge. He wanted to rush out, to undo everything, but his feet felt nailed to the ground. He knew that if he did show up now, Nora would only hate and fear him more.The engine hummed, matching the chaos in his chest. After a long time, Travis started the car and followed them at a distance. He did not know why he kept trailing them. Maybe he only wanted one more look. He watched them enter the hotel and then saw the doors slowly close, separating Nora from him like two different worlds.Travis parked and bent over the steering wheel. The tears he had been holding back finally spilled. Between sorrow and regret, a raw, bitter unwillingness flared up inside him and grew stubbornly. He refused to accept that he had truly lost Nora. In his head, he kept telling himself Eric had taken advantage of the situation, that Eric had tricked her into changing her feelings.He wiped his face with his sleeve, sta

Lipstick rolled across the floor, eyeshadow dust puffed into the air — the vanity had been turned into a wreck in an instant.“Why? Why did that Nora have to show up?!” Gillian screamed, ripping through the room in a blind fury.She whipped around to the wardrobe and hauled the door open with a screech. The rows of expensive dresses, which had always looked like treasures, were suddenly just junk to her. She grabbed one after another and flung them out, silk and lace slicing through the air before landing in a tangled heap on the floor. Some dresses were trampled beneath her feet; the stiletto heels left dark imprints in the fabric.The commotion drew the household staff. A senior housekeeper, Mrs. Watsons, picked her way into the room, voice shaking. “Miss, what’s the matter? If something’s troubling you, tell us—don’t ruin your things like this.”Gillian spun on her, eyes wild. “Who do you think you are? How dare you boss me around? Get out! All of you, out of my sight!” Her hair

She nodded, then headed for her room. The moment the door closed behind her, the calm on her face fell away, replaced by agitation and expectation. She grabbed her phone and texted Marcus: “Any news? How’s it going?”Marcus replied quickly: “Miss Lawson, our men are already staged near their company. We’re waiting for the right moment to move. Problem is, Eric has a lot of bodyguards—won’t be easy.”Gillian frowned, then shot back: “I don’t care what it takes. Get it done today. Double payment once it’s done.”Marcus looked at her message and sighed. He knew how tricky the job would be, but the money and the pressure from Gillian’s family left him little choice. “Guys, push hard—we have to make this happen today. She paid a lot; we can’t mess this up,” he told his crew.Down on the corner by the company, several hulking men were crouched behind a black van, eyes hard as they watched the building’s entrance. They murmured and planned in low voices.“Marcus, Eric’s got a lot of guar

Travis rushed into the hospital, his arms protectively around his son. “Don’t be scared, Quinton,” he said, voice tight with worry. “We’re almost there. The doctor’s going to make you feel better soon.”They hurried through the sliding doors of the emergency department. Travis darted between the registration counter and the triage area, trying to find help as fast as possible.Meanwhile, Quinton sat weakly on a chair nearby, his small hands clutching his stomach, his face pale and unfocused.When Travis finally returned with a doctor, he happened to glance up—and froze. Across the hall stood Eric, his expression drawn and tense.For a second, Travis couldn’t move. A jumble of emotions welled up inside him—resentment, confusion, and something darker he couldn’t quite name. Why was Eric here, looking so shaken?He handed Quinton over to the doctor for examination and began walking toward Eric, each step heavy with suspicion.As he drew closer, he noticed the bloodstains on Eric’s

Quinton hesitated but finally nodded, his small face clouded with disappointment.Travis led his son out of the hospital. The walk to the car felt endless, his mind tangled with guilt and confusion. He didn’t know how to face Nora’s condition, let alone how to explain any of this to his child.When they got home, Quinton went straight to his room without saying a word. He sat quietly on his bed, clutching a framed family photo taken with Nora, his eyes vacant.Travis stood at the doorway, watching him, his heart twisting painfully.He sank onto the living room sofa, burying his face in his hands. Regret hit him in waves. Every wrong choice he had made—every harsh word, every moment of pride—had not only hurt Nora but had also left their son caught in the middle of their mistakes.And now, even if he wanted to make things right, it felt like that chance had slipped too far away.He sat there for a long time before finally pushing himself up. Walking down the hall, he paused at Qui