All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Maxwell’s POVI’d been rehearsing the words in my head since the moment we walked into Veyron estate.I shouldn’t have said it, Regina. I lost my temper. I didn’t mean to hurt you.They were simple, but direct and honest.I didn’t like the way I had acted with Regina. The regret of losing my temper came into my mind again and again.I should have been more gentle.I wanted to apologize, but every time I caught her eyes across the room, the apology stuck in my throat. Pride, perhaps. Or fear, fear that she would reject it, reject me, and make the fragile thread between us snap entirely.Instead, I sat at the edge of the sofa, hands clasped, while Mia and Ivan bounced around the room with a kind of energy only six-year-olds possessed.“Dinner in the garden!” Mia suddenly declared, twirling like a ballerina in the center of the rug.“Yes! Outside!” Ivan added, clapping his hands.The room went quiet.Frank Veyron, Regina’s father, lowered his newspaper with the disapproving look of a man

Regina’s POVI hadn’t meant to say it.The words had ripped from me like a dam breaking, raw and unpolished, thrown into the night air for everyone to hear, my father, Maxwell, the children.I hadn’t planned on telling it all in front of Father, not then, not like that. But his voice, his relentless accusations, had clawed at something deep inside me. And when he looked at Maxwell as if he were the devil himself, I broke.I told the truth.And the moment the truth was out, silence fell, jagged and heavy.Maxwell didn’t say another word after my father stormed off. He only looked at me, looked through me, with eyes that carried too much. Regret, maybe. Pain, definitely. I wanted to say something, anything, to soften the air between us, but the children were there.So he gathered Ivan’s hand in his, muttering something about going back to his estate. Ivan, unusually subdued, nodded without protest. He didn’t even look back at Mia.And then they were gone.The house grew still, except fo

Maxwell’s POVI adjusted my cufflinks one last time before stepping out of the car. The courtyard of Saint Mary’s Private Hospital shimmered under soft strings of lights, elegant and understated, as if the Harper family wanted to remind us all that their wealth did not need to scream to be noticed.I’d dropped Ivan at the Veyron estate earlier, his small face still shadowed by the argument Regina and I had allowed to spill into his world. He hadn’t said much, but I’d caught the way he clung to Mia’s hand at the door, and the way his shoulders eased a little at seeing his mother again.Perhaps an evening with them, his sister and his mother, would soothe him in ways I clearly could not.Now it was my turn to play my role. To put on the mask. The donors dinner was more than charity; it was networking, positioning, proof that the Harper empire still stood tall. And if I wanted answers about Morgana’s so-called evaluation, I needed to be here.I entered, scanning the tables. Crystal glass

Regina’s POVEver since Alexander told me he had invited Joshua Beck to dinner at the Veyron estate, I had tried, truly tried, not to think about it. I kept telling myself that if I avoided the thought, if I buried myself in other responsibilities, then perhaps the day would never come.But time has a cruel way of moving forward, indifferent to the wishes of those who dread what it brings.And now, here it was.The day Joshua Beck would step foot into my family’s home. Into my home.I spent the past couple of days working overtime, as though occupying every corner of my mind with tasks would somehow shield me from what was coming. I made sure Lindsay communicated every detail with the Kingsman Group about the Brimworth project. Every email, every update, I checked and double-checked.And I did one more thing, something small, perhaps insignificant, but important to me. I included Joshua’s email on every exchange. Every. Single. One.That way, he couldn’t text me.Not on my personal nu

Regina’s POVBefore Maxwell could say anything, I jumped in, my words tumbling out faster than my thoughts. The tension between him and Joshua was palpable, and the last thing I needed was for Maxwell to explode right there in front of everyone.The Brimworth project was still hanging in the balance, one wrong move and the entire deal could fall apart.So I smiled, the kind of brittle smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You’re here late,” I said, turning toward Maxwell, trying to sound casual. “What happened? Why are you just getting here now with Ivan?”Maxwell’s gaze flicked briefly to Joshua, his jaw taut with restrained anger, before settling back on me. “Ivan had a nightmare,” he said, his tone softening when he mentioned our son. “He woke up crying and refused to go back to sleep unless he was with Mia. I didn’t want to fight him on it, so I drove him here.” His voice lowered just a fraction. “He wanted his mommy, too.”My heart clenched. He always said that, he wanted his mommy,