All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Regina’s POVBefore Lindsay could say anything, or even make a sound, I reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside.I hugged her before she had the chance to recoil, pressing my face against her shoulder. Her body went stiff, and for a terrifying second I thought she might scream.“Please,” I whispered into her ear, my voice raw with panic. “Don’t say anything. You know I’m not supposed to be here.”Her breath hitched. I held her tighter, clutching her like a lifeline. “Lindsay, please. I’ll explain everything, I swear. But first, you have to help me get out of here. If Frederick knows, if anyone knows, I can’t even imagine what they’ll do. Just help me.”Slowly, carefully, she pulled back. And that’s when I really saw her.Her eyes were rimmed red, as if she hadn’t slept in days, or had been crying. Her hair was in disarray, not its usual glossy curtain, but tangled and frizzy, like she’d been tugging at it.The sight made something ache in me. This was Lindsay, my Lindsay,

Regina’s POVThe photo in my hand was more than just grainy pixels captured from a CCTV camera. It was proof. Solid, irrefutable proof that I hadn’t been paranoid, hadn’t been imagining things, hadn’t been chasing shadows.Frederick had gone to see Morgana. There he was, the angles of his face clear enough to deny nothing, his posture betraying a familiarity I could no longer excuse.The world tilted beneath me, a slow unraveling in my chest as I stared at it.“You knew…” Maxwell’s voice broke into my thoughts, low but sharp, like a blade finding its mark. His eyes, searching and pained, locked on mine. “You knew all along and didn’t tell me?”His words registered, slow and heavy, settling like stones in my stomach. I turned to him, the photo still trembling in my hand.For reasons I couldn’t even name, regret welled inside me. Not regret over what Frederick had done, but over Maxwell. Over the way he was looking at me now, as though I had betrayed him. The betrayal on his face was mo

Regina’s POVI came back home after dropping Maxwell off, the weight of the evening clinging to me like damp clothes I couldn’t peel away. I had no clue how the night would turn out when I first left, but I never would have guessed it would unravel the way it had.The silence of the Veyron estate greeted me. I slipped off my heels by the door, feeling unsteady, not from the shoes but from everything I had said, everything I hadn’t said.Guilt pressed into my chest. Not just over Maxwell’s figure sitting inside a holding cell or the hollow anger in his voice when he confronted me in the car. It was about the secrets I still held.I hadn’t told him about the conversation I overheard between Frederick and that other doctor, the one about faking mental instability. I was almost certain now they had been speaking about Morgana.But why? How did Frederick and Morgana even connect in the first place?The thought of her name alone made my stomach twist.Morgana.She wasn’t a stranger to me. S

Regina’s POVI was halfway through reviewing quarterly projections when my phone buzzed.It was Patricia Williams. My lawyer.The sight of her name at the top of my screen made my stomach twist. Patricia didn’t call unless it was something serious and I hadn’t heard from her after the mess of a divorce and custody case I was trying to fight with Maxwell.“Regina,” her voice was calm but clipped when I answered. “I need you to listen carefully. You’ve been summoned for questioning in the Kingsman Group fraud investigation.”For a second, the words didn’t land. My hand tightened around the phone. “What?”“There are discrepancies in the accounts from when you were working there,” Patricia said. “They want your statement. It’s standard, but I won’t sugarcoat it, this won’t be pleasant.”I pushed back from my desk so abruptly my chair scraped the floor. “Discrepancies? After all this time?”My chest tightened as the memories surged back, raw as the day they’d happened. Maxwell, standing ac

Maxwell’s POVI couldn’t get the newspaper clipping out of my head.Even when I tried to bury myself in the office, drowning in the noise of phones ringing and employees buzzing in and out of my door, the words followed me. Veyron CEO Eyes Kingsman Group. The smug grin of Frank Veyron beside the headline. The handshake that felt like a dagger to my father’s back.All of these things pointed to the obvious.That Frank Veyron was somehow involved with what happened all those years ago, that somehow he was involved with the mole situation, something that my father was about to reveal.And then his accident happened.It was a miracle that he had been brought to the hospital with barely any breaths left in him. The doctors had no hope.It was my mother who had made the difficult decision of keeping him on life support when everyone else told her that it would be better to just left him go.Since then, my mother had been hoping, praying for a miracle that had yet to come.It was the reason