บททั้งหมดของ A Regret too Late: บทที่ 611 - บทที่ 620

"Then... May I go and see him?" Eleanor looked at Maya with pleading eyes."Well..." Maya acted as if she were in a difficult spot. "The ICU is to remain sterile. No one's allowed to visit according to the rules. But... Seeing that you're so worried, you can stand outside and take a quick look from a distance. Just don't stay too long."Maya pointed toward the room at the end of the corridor."Thank you! Thank you so much!" Eleanor thanked Maya with a voice thick with tears. She turned and walked toward the ICU, every step heavy.Even from down the hall, she could see the red light above the door to Wilson's room. Four tall bodyguards in black suits stood in front of it like stone statues with blank expressions. Their eyes swept over every passerby with sharp focus. Their whole posture warned strangers to stay away.A chill ran down her spine. She tried to walk closer, but as soon as she came within a few steps of them, one of the guards raised his arm and gave her a cold, silent

Night hung over the city like a thick layer of shadows and darkness.Inside Melvin's safehouse, Melvin and Eleanor had finalized every step of the plan for the next day. Both moved restlessly as they waited, like two venomous snakes waiting for dawn to strike.Eleanor scrolled through her phone in irritation. The glow from the screen lit her face up and made her look even bleaker. Maria's name was still trending. Thousands of fans were still using every language they knew to light virtual candles for the woman stuck in a coma. Jealousy and resentment flared in Eleanor's chest again like wildfire she couldn't douse.Why?!Why could that woman, who's already half-dead still, receive so much sympathy and devotion from the whole world? On the other hand, she had to hide in the darkness that could never see the day of light! "Melvin." Eleanor's voice came out rough, thick with spite. "Letting that man die just like that feels too cheap for Maria."Melvin was polishing the folding k

By early morning, the storm of public opinion had penetrated the real world in the cruelest, most visible way.The plaza beneath the hospital had been covered with thousands of bouquets and cards from fans all over the world the day before, all praying for Maria, the cellist known as Linda, whom they loved. That sea of white roses and flickering candles had been the warmest sight in an otherwise cold city.Now, everything had been cleared away overnight.Several workers in yellow uniforms stood with oversized brooms, sweeping all the tokens of love and blessing into black garbage bags before throwing them into the garbage truck that stank faintly of rot. Wilted petals, prayer cards soaked with dew, the charred stubs of candles... Every last one of them went into the trash with a harsh sound.The sight was bleak and bitterly ironic.In their place stood a cluster of individuals with harshly worded banners and twisted faces.[Support the real wife, Eleanor Cooper! Punish the mist

Eleanor hid in the stairwell on the VIP floor, just behind the door, like a patient hunter watching its prey in silence as it observed its prey.Then, she personally saw Willow and Cameron come out of Maria's ward one after the other, both of them carrying a sadness they could not hide. They did not say a word to each other. They just walked off in different directions, looking broken and defeated. The sight filled her with hidden thrill.She waited another full thirty minutes. Once she was sure Richard wasn't around, a smug, unrestrained smile spread across her face.She knew her chance had finally appeared.Eleanor stepped out of the shadows and straightened the six-figure designer suit on her body. She then ran her fingers through her carefully styled curls. Using the shine of the elevator doors as a mirror, she wiped the smugness from her face and replaced it with the perfect mix of sorrow and concern. Then, she walked toward Maria's ward. Her heels tapped the floor in a gr

Eleanor stared at Maria's face. Even in her coma, Maria still looked calm and beautiful. Jealousy burned in Eleanor's chest like wildfire.Simple verbal humiliation no longer satisfied the green-eyed monster jealousy had made of her. She slowly reached out with her hands. Her five long nails, painted a vivid red, gleamed with an ominous shine under the dim light. She leaned closer and, with the backs of her nails, dragged them in a contemptuous, insulting scrape across Maria's smooth forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and stopped at her pale lips.Then, she suddenly curled her fingers and, with all her strength, pinched Maria's cheek hard.Maria's pale, delicate skin instantly bloomed with several clear, deep red marks from Eleanor's nails."Maria," Eleanor said as she twisted her grip, whispering into Maria's ear in a voice full of vicious satisfaction, "You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? You've always been looking down on me, didn't you? Well, look at you now.