All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Regina’s POVI sat still, my palms pressed flat against the table as though I needed to anchor myself, to keep from being swept away by the storm raging inside me.My throat felt tight, the air in the room too heavy, as Frederick finally, reluctantly, began answering the question that had been burning in me.“What happened after you gave Serenity away?” I asked, my voice as steady as I could make it, though my insides were trembling.Frederick’s gaze flickered, shame pulling his features taut. “I kept in touch with Morgana. I wired her money, enough to keep her working on the plan. At least, that’s what I thought.”Every word made me colder.“She kept telling me it would take time,” he went on, his voice weak, as though each confession drained him. “That Maxwell was suspicious… that she had to be careful. And I believed her. God, I believed her excuses.”He rubbed his hands over his face, dragging down the skin like he was trying to peel off his guilt. “I didn’t know, Regina. I swear

Regina’s POVI don’t even remember how I got from the street to the ambulance. My hands were covered in Frederick’s blood, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, and all I could hear was my own voice echoing in my head, over and over again: Why didn’t you stop? Why didn’t you stop?The flashing red and blue lights blurred with my tears as the paramedics worked. Maxwell and I stood shoulder to shoulder, silent, both of us stiff as boards as they strapped Frederick onto the stretcher. His head was swaddled in bandages, crimson already seeping through. The image carved itself into me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.“Miss, you’ll have to let us through.” A paramedic’s firm but kind voice pulled me back, and I stepped aside, numb, as they lifted Frederick into the back of the ambulance.I couldn’t move. My legs were stone. Maxwell touched my elbow, steady, and said quietly, “We’ll follow them. I’ll drive. You make the calls.”Calls. Of course. My family. Frederick’s parents. My throat clos

Regina’s POVWhen I woke, the first thing I felt wasn’t the dull ache in my head or the stiffness in my body, it was the weight pressing down on both of my hands. I blinked against the pale morning light that spilled into the room, sluggish and heavy, until I could finally see clearly.Ivan was curled up on one side, his tiny hand clutching mine as though letting go would mean losing me forever. On the other side, Mia was sprawled across the blanket, her head on my arm, her little fingers tangled in mine.Relief surged through me, warm and steady. My children. My anchors. For one blissful moment, I let myself smile.But then it hit me. The memory. The truth.Frederick.My chest constricted, the relief giving way to a crushing heaviness. He was still in a coma. The thought alone was unbearable, like a stone pressing down on my heart.I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my emotions tearing me apart.Anger coursed through me at everything he’d done, every choice that had led me to the S

Regina’s POVWhen Alexander’s voice cut through the air like a blade, it snapped something in the room. Maxwell’s gaze was burning into mine, his body too close, his presence overwhelming. But Alexander’s demand sliced between us.Before I could react, Alexander placed a firm hand on Maxwell’s shoulder, tugging him back just enough to wedge himself in the middle.Maxwell’s response was instantaneous, violent in its rejection. He jerked his shoulder sharply, shaking off Alexander’s hand with a force that startled me.“Don’t touch me,” Maxwell growled, his voice low but carrying that dangerous undertone that I had learned meant he was seconds away from losing his temper completely.“Don’t put your hands on her,” Alexander shot back, his voice vibrating with anger, his stance protective. “She’s my sister, not your possession.”“I don’t need a lecture from you about what she is to me,” Maxwell spat, his jaw tight. “You’re no one to tell me what I can or cannot do.”I stepped forward, plac

Regina’s POVI sat on the edge of the chaise lounge in the quiet of the Veyron estate’s sitting room, my fingers tangled in the fabric of the throw blanket.The room was mostly still, the kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful, it was heavy, full of unspoken thoughts and memories. I had gone to visit Frederick and afterwards, hadn’t wanted to leave the hospital, hadn’t wanted to leave Frederick’s side, but Alexander had insisted I come home to rest, at least for a little while.Now, the weight of the day was pressing on me, all at once. The accident, the recording, Frederick’s revelations… it felt like my chest had been hollowed out and replaced with ice. I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen if Frederick didn’t wake up.Alexander entered the room quietly, noticing my posture immediately. “Regina,” he said softly, sitting down across from me. His eyes were careful, almost gentle. “How are you holding up?”I exhaled sharply. “Alexander… I don’t even know. I can’t stop thinkin