All Chapters of A Regret too Late: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I… I just can't believe Maria is really gone just like that," Richard said, laughing bitterly."It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined the good life she should have had. If I had cared more about her and treated her better… If I had been honest sooner and told her everything… Then maybe, things wouldn't have ended like this." He clenched his fists.People always said you should not wait until you lose something to regret it, but he had always believed that would never happen to him and Maria. Richard kept telling himself the timing was not right, that he should wait a little longer. In the end, he and Maria were forced to go their own ways.What was Maria thinking before she died?Did she feel a sense of relief? That, at the very least, she never had to see him again?Richard's whole body trembled, the pain almost unbearable.Seeing how much pain he was in, Frena wiped away her tears and stood up. "Go home. Stop disturbing us. We never w

Three months later… The CEO's office at Shaw Group Headquarters.Someone knocked on the door, and Richard's low voice came from inside. "Come in."Trent pushed the door open and set a folder down in front of him. Richard paused. He already knew the answer, but he still had to ask. "He doesn't want it?""Yeah. He said he doesn't want your money. All he wants is for you to never contact him again. You two have no relation to each other."Trent looked at Richard with a mixed expression, not at all surprised. "For the past few months, every time you made money, you had me send it to Willow. But he doesn't care about your money."Richard frowned, his voice turning cold. "Even if he doesn't, I'll still give it. I swore in front of Mari's grave that as long as I'm alive, I'll raise our boy and help take care of her family.""But he won't take your money. What am I supposed to do? He hates you now. He may never forgive you for the rest of his life. Why would he ever spend your mo

Richard would never be able to hear Maria play. All her past performances had been stored away by Willow to prevent him from ever seeing her play. For once, Richard wanted to know what kind of music Maria would play and hear her play.There was a glint in Richard's eyes as he asked gently, "Where is the concert being held? I want to go, too."The executive froze for a moment, surprised by his sudden interest. Although puzzled, he still gave Richard the details. After he left, Richard checked the concert schedule online and saw there was another performance at eight later this evening. He decided to stay one more night and bought a ticket for the following day's flight.When Trent heard over the phone that he was staying abroad to attend a concert, he sighed. He was already used to Richard's habit of surprising him. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on the company. Stay as long as you want and take a break. You haven't rested a day in three months."Richard ended the call. As it near

Richard's gaze shifted at once.Marina was holding her cello and the bouquet Willow had just given her, clearly somewhat struggling. On the back of her pale hand, there was a distinct mole.Richard paused, staring at that tiny mark. Maria had no mole on her hand.He knew Maria's body better than anyone. He knew exactly where there were moles and where there were none.From a distance, Marina really did look like Maria.But up close, Richard was suddenly sure this woman wasn't Maria, especially after seeing the mole and catching a scent of the perfume Maria had always hated.Maria…really was gone. No matter how many people in this world resembled her, they were only shadows of her.Noticing how uneasy Marina looked, Richard suddenly tightened his fist and lowered his eyes.Willow and Frena exchanged a glance. They both knew they had reached a point where they had to speak up.Willow finally said quietly, "It's fine. We know you've been in a lot of pain after you realize the err

Marina frowned slightly, her expression distant as she refused to answer. "Sorry, but that's my private business. We don't know each other, and I don't want to answer your question. You also have no right to question me."Richard's jaw tightened as he turned toward her with an unreadable expression on her face, a meaningful light flickering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to be rude, but you know why Willow and Frena support you so much. It's because your music sounds very similar to someone else's."He didn't blink as he looked at her."That's right," he went on, "but do you know the person whose style you share and the one they are mourning, was my wife for many years?"Marina's hands, folded in front of her, tightened ever slightly. She glanced at Richard, her tone still cool. "So, you're that cold, disloyal husband they keep talking about. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in listening to why you came to my concert. You should leave. This is the backstage area. If you don't,