Semua Bab After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Bab 431 - Bab 440

Regina’s POVThe moment I smelled the salt in the air, I knew Maxwell was up to something.We’d been driving for hours, the kids buzzing in the back seat with questions Maxwell kept dodging with a sly smile. Now, as the car turned into a narrow road lined with palm trees and dunes, I looked at him, arching a brow.“Maxwell Chamberlain,” I said, trying to sound stern but already smiling, “what exactly are you planning?”He grinned, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. “You’ll see.”From the back seat, Mia piped up. “Mom, is it the zoo?”“No,” Ivan said confidently, pressing his face to the window. “It’s… the amusement park! I can smell popcorn!”Maxwell chuckled. “Close, both of you.”And then we turned a corner, and the ocean came into view, vast, blue, endless.The kids gasped. “The beach!” they screamed together.Mia clapped her hands, and Ivan practically unbuckled himself before we’d even parked. I turned to Maxwell, speechless for a second.“You planned this?”He smiled softly, the

Regina’s POVThe air was crisp and filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the faint aroma of fresh flowers arranged along the grand hall.Standing at the center of it all, I felt a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. The Brimsworth project, it had finally reached this moment, the public announcement, the opening celebration.Tomorrow, the first renovations would begin, and it felt almost surreal to see everyone here, smiling and toasting to a dream we had nurtured for months.I glanced around, taking stock of the people who had come to support us. Maxwell was nearby, looking impossibly calm and handsome, a glass of champagne in hand, but I could see the faint tension in his brow as he kept an eye on me.He must have noticed the way I kept letting my thoughts drift, and just like always, he was there to anchor me.“Hey,” he murmured, leaning close. “Don’t get lost in your head. Not tonight.”I smiled at him, letting his presence ground me. “I know,” I s

Regina’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the subtle scent of blooming jasmine and roses.I stood in the backyard garden of the Chamberlain estate, my hands clasped tightly around the small bouquet I had picked myself, nerves fluttering in a way I hadn’t felt in years.The garden had been transformed for the day, strings of fairy lights crisscrossed above, and delicate flower arrangements lined the aisle. It was perfect, simple, intimate. Exactly what Maxwell and I had talked about.I stole a glance at the children, Ivan and Mia, who were bustling about, helping the last-minute coordinators.Ivan was trying so hard to keep his hair from falling into his eyes, tugging at his little vest like he was trying to look dignified. Mia, on the other hand, was giggling every time she tried to adjust the tiny flower crown perched crookedly atop her head.“They look adorable,” I whispered to Sandra, who was busy straightening the chairs.Sandra smiled, adjusting the last chair with a delic

Regina’s POVThe office at the Chamberlain estate was scattered with papers, sketches, and brochures. The hum of the computer mingled with the soft clink of coffee cups as Maxwell hovered beside me, holding a stack of forms.“Okay,” he said, leaning against the edge of my desk, “we’ve got the draft for the charity foundation, the preliminary budget, and the list of former Serenity patients we’ve been able to locate so far.” He glanced at me, eyes bright. “I have to say, Reg, this is a big deal. You’re doing something no one else thought of—something deeply personal and transformative.”I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of both gratitude and grief pressing on me. “It’s Ana’s name, Max. She deserved this. She was brave, even when everything around her fell apart. She helped me when no one else would. If I can make even a fraction of what she did matter, I’ll feel like I’ve honored her properly.”Maxwell’s expression softened. “Ana was remarkable. And you… you’re remarkable too, f

Regina’s POVThe room felt heavy in a way that went beyond the air. It was our room, the one Maxwell and I had shared years ago, the room that had once been a refuge, a place of stolen kisses and whispered dreams.Tonight, it felt hollow, filled with echoes of grief we couldn’t escape.Maxwell was sitting on the edge of the bed, his suit still on from the funeral.He looked older somehow, though the lines on his face weren’t new, they’d always been there, quietly etched from responsibility and loss.His hands were clasped together, knuckles white. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he hunched as if the weight of today had driven itself into his bones.I stood by the window, watching the night settle over the estate, shadows pooling in the corners of the garden outside. “It feels… unreal,” I murmured. “Just today, and now he’s gone. I know he wasn’t—alive, really. But still, it feels like a door slammed in a room I’ve been standing in for years.”Maxwell’s head lifted sl