All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 221 - Chapter 227

Alexander’s POVThe sound of Mia’s tiny voice was enough to cut straight through the haze of rage clouding my head.“Uncle Alex?”The anger inside me sputtered like a flame doused with water. My grip on Maxwell’s collar felt suddenly wrong.I blinked and the realization hit.There were kids in the house. Mia. Ivan. Watching us. My chest tightened with shame. How could I have forgotten that? How could I let myself lose control in front of them?I cursed myself silently, loosening my fingers from Maxwell’s shirt. The fabric was wrinkled where I’d grabbed it, so I smoothed it out almost automatically, though my glare never wavered.Leaning close enough that only he could hear, I whispered through clenched teeth, “I’m watching you.”His eyes didn’t flinch, but I didn’t care. I stepped back, forcing my body to calm, and turned toward Mia with the biggest smile I could muster.“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, crouching down so she could see me eye to eye. “Nothing to worry about, okay?”I scooped

Regina’s POVWhen the bell rang, I almost leapt out of my chair. Relief. That’s what it felt like, a lifeline thrown across a sea of suffocating silence.The tension in the drawing room had grown unbearable. My mother sat with her back impossibly straight, her lips pressed into the kind of polite smile she used for strangers she didn’t trust.My father leaned back in his chair, quiet as ever, but his gaze stayed fixed on Maxwell like a hawk assessing prey.And Maxwell…he sat there, calm, unreadable, though I knew him well enough to recognize the tight coil beneath the surface.And then there was Alexander. My brother had already made a spectacle of himself earlier, accusing Maxwell of setting me up in front of everyone, his voice sharp and heated, as if he had forgotten entirely that the humiliation cut into me most of all.Trust older siblings to never know when to stop, even when they’re trying to protect you.I should have stayed. I knew that. Leaving Maxwell alone with my parents

Regina’s POVI locked the door behind me, leaning against it as though the wood could steady me.My chest rose and fell too quickly, like my body hadn’t realized the danger was already over. The cold marble beneath my palms grounded me for a moment, but the sting in my wrist where Frederick had gripped me wouldn’t fade.I turned on the faucet and let the water run until it was icy. I splashed it onto my face once, twice, again and again, until the girl staring back at me in the mirror didn’t look so shaken.I told myself to breathe, told myself to pull it together. I was Regina Veyron, not some trembling child.But it still broke something inside me to think about Frederick. How had we gone from laughter and trust to this. Him pinning me against a wall, demanding answers with fury in his eyes?He’d been my friend, my family. And now… now I wasn’t sure what he was anymore.I dried my face slowly, forcing the tears back, and unlocked the door.When I stepped out, I froze.Maxwell was st

Regina’s POVI carried the blankets into the play area, shaking my head at how quickly the evening had turned into chaos.Mia and Ivan were already bouncing around the carpet, their laughter echoing against the tall walls.“All right, you two,” I said, forcing a smile even as my chest felt heavy. “If we’re going to be stuck inside because of the storm, we’ll make the best of it.”Mia’s eyes lit up. “A tent?” she asked, already grabbing the edge of a blanket.“Yes, a tent.” I crouched down with them, helping drape the blankets over the chairs and securing them with cushions. Soon enough, we had a makeshift fortress, warm and cozy, with enough room for the two of them to crawl inside.“Daddy, come inside too!” Ivan tugged at Maxwell’s hand, his little voice so full of eagerness.I swallowed. Maxwell looked at me, as if asking permission. I nodded. “Stay with them, please. I’ll… I’ll go make sure your room is ready.”The words felt heavy on my tongue. Every step I took away from the chil