All Chapters of A Regret too Late: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

When the official joint statement from Shaw Group and Brooks Jewelry quietly went up at midnight on the front pages of major news sites, it instantly went viral on the internet. The wording was calm and restrained, but every sentence wept. The statement confirmed the "stage accident" at the international cello competition and, in a tone of deep sorrow, gave a full statement.Maria, known on stage as Linda, had suffered severe cerebral trauma. Despite full emergency treatment, she had fallen into a deep coma. Her vital signs were stable, but she was in a vegetative state, and her chances of recovery were slim.The hashtag #LindaInComa# shot to the top of trending lists across social media in just ten minutes.Major media outlets quickly followed. They ran long, in-depth features on the rise and fall of the genius cellist who had once stunned the classical music world and mysteriously retired at the peak of her career. She had barely announced her comeback before disaster struck.H

Public opinion flipped completely overnight.Eleanor kept refreshing her phone, staring at the headlines that had shifted from blaming the venue to hunting down the real culprit. The victorious grin on her face faded away, replaced by a bone-deep panic she could no longer hide."That witch... That witch!" She hurled her phone onto the soft wool carpet, but the screen shattered on impact either way. Eleanor screeched at Melvin, who was still lazily sipping his drink nearby, like an enraged harpy. "That witch has such ridiculous luck! Even this couldn't kill her! She still manages to get me into this much trouble when she's a vegetable and lying in bed like a living corpse!"She grabbed Melvin's arm; her carefully manicured nails dug into his skin, and her voice shook uncontrollably. "They're saying they'll dig until they get to the bottom of everything. What are we supposed to do? You said nothing could go wrong. What if they... What if they really traced it back to us?"Mel

"Alright! I'll go with you! I..." But before Wilson could finish, there was a very faint click from the lock.Trent's eyes narrowed. He had no time to think, and his body moved before his mind. Using every ounce of strength he had, he turned around and slammed into Wilson toward the couch while the latter was still dazed by fear and greed.Almost at the same time, the door swung open without a sound.A man in a black hoodie slipped in like a ghost from the depths of hell. The combat knife in his hand drew a cold, lethal arc through the dim light of the living room as he drove it straight toward Wilson's heart. Meanwhile, Wilson had yet to find his footing after being pushed away.In that split second, Trent couldn't undo the shove. He could only watch the blade close in. He roared and threw his right arm into the path of that killing strike.The blade buried itself deep in his forearm.Blood burst out at once, soaking his expensive white shirt. The bone-deep pain drained the

Jonathan saw the news notification on his school tablet.When the words "Linda in vegetative state" in bold black font, alongside a blurred photo of his mother lying in a pool of blood, filled his eyes, his body froze in shock. "No..."The paintbrush slipped from his fingers and hit the floor. Paint trickled across the paper in a blur of chaotic colors. He couldn't hear anything. The vision of part of the headline, "almost no hope of waking up", appeared in his mind repeatedly.'It's a lie... It has to be a lie. Didn't Dad say everything was okay? Didn't Mom say she'd be okay?'He felt so crushed by fear and the anger of being tricked that it got hard to breathe. Jonathan bolted from his seat and fled the art room, ignoring his teacher calling after him as he sobbed and wept uncontrollably.He ran as fast as he could, driven by one thought only.He had to find his dad. He had to get an answer!In the Shaw Group CEO's office, the air was so heavy it was suffocating.Richard

The sound of heels got louder, breaking the tense silence in the CEO's office. Eleanor had come under the pretext of offering sympathy and checking on the progress of their deal. On the surface, she was here to see how Richard was holding up. In truth, she couldn't wait to see with her own eyes whether he had really fallen apart over Maria.She pushed open the heavy wooden door, smug satisfaction plain on her face but softened by just the right touch of concern. She was like the madam coming to inspect her territory, her eyes sweeping slowly around the room before finally settling on the solitary figure leaning by the floor-to-ceiling windows.Eleanor walked over and stopped in front of him. She didn't speak right away. Instead, she only watched him for a full ten seconds, her eyes filled with sympathy and pity.Then she finally spoke, in a voice so fragile it sounded like it might shatter. "Richard, I... I heard something happened to Maria."She almost swallowed the words "som