All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Regina’s POVDinner was quiet that night. Too quiet.Mia and Ivan ate sleepily, barely lifting their heads between bites of pasta, their chatter replaced by tired hums.My parents exchanged glances more often than words, and Alexander… he looked like he was still deciding whether to bring up the topic of where I’d been last night again.I didn’t give him the chance.Once the kids were tucked in, Mia clutching her stuffed dragon, Ivan sprawled half across his blanket like a tiny starfish, I lingered in their doorway for a moment.The sound of their breathing steadied something inside me. Then, gently, I closed the door.The house felt too still. Too heavy.I slipped out the front gates.The driveway glistened faintly under the lamplight, dotted with sleek cars. Mine was still back at Maxwell’s office, so I moved toward one of the other sedans parked near the garden hedge.My hand had just touched the car door handle when I heard, “Where are you going, Regina?”I turned, startled. My mo

Regina’s POVThe drive to the school that morning was unusually quiet. Mia sat in the backseat humming softly, while Ivan stared out the window, his small hands clutching the straps of his backpack.Lindsay drove while I scrolled through my phone, double-checking the directions to Saint Mary’s Private Hospital.After the chaos of the last few days, the routine felt almost surreal, dropping the kids at school like everything was normal.When we pulled up to the gates, Mia leaned forward between the seats. “Mommy, are you picking us up today?”I forced a smile. “Maybe. If I finish early.”“Promise?” she asked, her eyes hopeful.I hesitated. “Promise.”Ivan, already halfway out of the car, turned and shouted, “Bye, Mommy! Bye, Aunt Lindsay!” before running toward the entrance.Lindsay and I waved until they disappeared through the doors. Then the air in the car shifted, lighter for a moment, then heavier again.Saint Mary’s Private Hospital loomed on the horizon half an hour later, its w

Regina’s POV“Through here, Regina,” Mr. Harper said in that calm, clipped tone of his.I obeyed, though every instinct in me screamed otherwise.My heartbeat thudded in my ears as I trailed him through the hushed corridor.The sound of our footsteps echoed on the polished floor, an odd contrast to the quiet hum of machines from the patient rooms.We passed a nurse wheeling a cart, and I managed a polite smile, but my stomach was a knot.Why was he taking me away from Frederick’s room? What was it that he wanted to show me?Then I thought about Lindsay and what she would think when she got back and I was gone.As soon as Mr. Harper turned a corner, I slowed down enough to pull my phone out and typed quickly.I’m with Mr. Harper. He said he has something important to show me. Don’t come back yet—I’ll text you soon.I hit send, slid the phone back into my pocket, and followed.When he finally stopped, I realized where we were, his office. The polished brass nameplate beside the door gle

Maxwell’s POVThe room was so still that I could hear the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above.Mr. Harper lowered himself into the chair across from us with the sort of calm that made my jaw tighten. His hands rested neatly in his lap, his posture deliberate, measured, as if he’d been preparing for this moment far longer than I’d realized.Director Collins remained by the door, hands clasped behind his back. I caught his gaze briefly, and the guilt there made my blood boil.I wanted to tear into him, demand to know why he’d led me here like some kind of criminal, but I bit back the urge. Not yet. I needed to see where this was going first.Mr. Harper’s attention flicked from me to Regina and back again, as if he were assessing the damage. Then, in a calm, almost polite tone, he said, “I think it’s best if we all keep certain… events from ever seeing the light of day.”I frowned. “What events?”He gave me a thin smile, then turned to Regina. “You know what I’m referring to. The s

Regina’s POVThe drive to Beatrice’s neighborhood felt longer than it really was.Every passing street looked the same. Quiet, lined with trees, the kind of suburban calm that made you feel like nothing bad could ever happen here.And yet, all I could think of was the sick twist in my gut that told me something was terribly wrong.When I finally pulled up in front of her house, Raymond was already waiting outside beside the car.The house stood still and silent, blinds drawn, the kind of stillness that wasn’t peaceful, it was eerie. I stepped out of the car and walked closer.“She’s not answering her phone?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.Raymond shook his head. “No, ma’am. I tried everything, ringing the bell, calling out. There’s no one inside.”I took a breath, forcing down the panic that threatened to rise. “All right,” I said. “Here goes nothing.”I walked up the short path to Beatrice’s porch, my heels clicking against the stone, the sound far too loud in the si