All Chapters of After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Maxwell’s POVIt took two days before the kids were discharged. Two long, exhausting days that felt more like two months.Between the hourly check-ins, the nurses coming in to draw blood, and the restless nights spent pacing hospital floors, I’d forgotten what real sleep felt like.But finally, they were being released. Both Mia and Ivan were fine, better, at least.Their laughter filled the hallway as they played with their stuffed animals while Regina signed the discharge papers.I watched her, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. She looked pale, tired, but there was a strength in her I couldn’t help but admire.The kind that came from loving too much and surviving too long.When everything was done, she turned to me. “They won’t like being apart,” she said softly, glancing toward the kids. “They’re finally sleeping better together, and separating them now…” She trailed off, searching my face for understanding.“I know,” I said quietly.“So… I was thinking,” she continued

Maxwell’s POVThe Veyron estate always made me feel like an intruder.It wasn’t just the size of it, the long gravel driveway, the marble pillars, the scent of roses that hung in the air, it was the silence. The kind of silence that seemed to carry years of secrets.When the butler opened the door and told me Regina was in the library, I nodded and made my way down the hall. My thoughts were a mess.Thomas Klien.The name had been rattling around in my head for days now, and every time I thought of it, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.Regina was sitting by the window when I walked in, her hair loose, sunlight tracing the lines of her face. She looked up at me, surprised, then wary.“Maxwell,” she said softly. “What are you doing here?”I closed the door behind me. “We need to talk.”Her shoulders stiffened, and for a moment, I saw the walls go up in her eyes, the same walls that always came up when I got too close.“About what?”“Thomas Klien,” I said quietly.Her expression froze

Maxwell’s POVI stood in the long hallway lined with portraits, my father’s favorite display of “legacy.”I could almost hear his voice lecturing me about “carrying the name with dignity.” The sound of the heart monitor faintly humming from the room down the hall was the only thing that broke the silence now.When I stepped into the sitting room, my mother was there, sitting stiffly by the window, a teacup resting untouched on the table beside her. Her pearls caught the light as she turned her head slightly at the sound of my footsteps.“Maxwell,” she said quietly. Not warmly. Just… formally.“Mother.”The silence between us stretched, filled with everything we hadn’t said since that day outside the hospital, the day I’d told her, in front of half the staff, that I’d cut her off completely if she ever tried to take Ivan from Regina again.“You came alone,” she observed.“Yes.”She nodded faintly, her gaze drifting toward the garden beyond the window. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back her

Maxwell’s POVJonathan had slipped a manila envelope across my desk with that look of a man who has just opened a drawer in a haunted house and found the thing that will not let him sleep.“What is this?” I asked, because there are pieces of the past you don’t hand over lightly.Jonathan shrugged. “You asked for everything related to old ledgers,” he said. “This was in Leonard Chamberlain’s private archive, not to be touched unless circumstances call for it. Not in the boardroom, not in company files, his own box in a safety deposit. I’ve been your father’s legal council since he started this company up. I did know this existed, but from the patterns we found, I figured it was time to go look where I had never looked before.”I slid the envelope open. Inside: copies of memos, a few ledger pages with encrypted account numbers, and a single letter, typed, formal, signed with a flourish I’d never want to see at the end of a sentence again: Frank Veyron.My throat went dry. I read the lin

Alexander’s POVIt had been three nights since Regina and I found what was in Father’s vault.And still, something didn’t make sense.Frank had sent Thomas Klien to infiltrate the Kingsman Group, yes. But why had Thomas later disappeared? Why kidnap Regina? Why vanish after Leonard Chamberlain’s “accident”?I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were missing something, a thread tangled too tightly to pull apart from the outside.So I made a call.“Agent Williams,” I said when the line clicked open. “It’s Alexander Veyron.”There was a pause, then a low chuckle. “Mr. Veyron? Didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”“This isn’t about me,” I said. “It’s about an old case—Leonard Chamberlain’s accident.”Another pause. I could almost hear his brow lifting through the phone. “That case is buried six feet under corporate red tape. You sure you want to dig it up?”“I’m sure,” I said. “And I’m not asking. I’m calling in a favor.”Williams sighed. “You Veyrons never ask nicely, do you?”“Never had