Todos os capítulos de Regret After Divorce: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Everett’s POV:Scarlett’s weight was nothing; I held her effortlessly with one arm under her thighs while using the other to reach for the back door.Her eyes flew wide open at the sight. “Everett Robinson!”I opened the door and looked down at her angry little face. My cheek still stung, but strangely, I felt a sense of satisfaction. At least right now, she was really looking at me again. Sure, she was pissed, but those eyes—they were back on me.Looking down at her, I said quietly, “If that slap didn’t help, go ahead and get the other side too. Make it even.”She ground her teeth. “You think I won’t?”“If you’re gonna do it, go on…”Smack!Another one, louder. This time, I was mid-sentence and bit my tongue when it landed. The taste of blood filled my mouth instantly. My cheek went numb.I looked down at the furious, embarrassed Scarlett, wiped the blood from my mouth, and instead of getting angry, I actually chuckled. “You’ve still got some strength… guess you’re doing alright.”Sh

Scarlett’s POV:The lighting in the car was dim. His eyes were hard to see, but when the light passed over, I caught a faint shimmer of tears in them.My face remained calm, completely unreadable. My words, colder than my expression, cut through the silence.“Mr. Robinson, thinking you still matter is a sickness. You should get help.”His laugh was bitter and dry, laced with sorrow. “Then let’s do the DNA test at the hospital. Right now.”I frowned. “Can you stop being unreasonable?”But he didn’t budge. “If you expect me to believe this kid isn’t mine, you’d better prove it.”Fed up, I stopped responding altogether.Ten minutes later, the black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the hospital.The passenger door swung open, and Eleanor hurried over to help me out of the car.Without a word, I got out and linked arms with her, heading straight inside.Behind me, Everett followed at a steady pace. His legs were long; he wasn’t rushing, but he didn’t fall behind either.I knew it wouldn’t

Lauren’s POV:About twenty minutes later, the cleaning doors swung open.Scarlett and I walked out together.“Scarlett!” Eleanor stepped up right away. “Everything all right with the checkup?”She gave a small nod. “All normal.”“That’s a relief.” Eleanor let out a breath and turned to me. “Thank you, Dr. Pearson.”I smiled slightly, nodding. “No need to thank me. Just doing my job.”Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Everett strode over, putting out his cigarette as he walked.Scarlett gave him a quick glance, then turned to me. “I’ll head out now.”I nodded. “Sure. If anything comes up, just message me.”“I will!” She smiled at me, then pulled Eleanor away with her.Everett didn’t stop Scarlett. Instead, he walked straight over to me.“Where is her report?”

Everett’s POV:Damian opened his phone, pulled up a picture, placed the device on the table, and slid it over.I looked down at the screen.It was Scarlett’s medical file, with the pregnancy weeks clearly printed.Doing the math—she was already at 19 weeks.That meant she had been pregnant for over four months.My heartbeat sped up.Finally, the answer I’d been searching for.I clenched my jaw, burying the overwhelming excitement deep inside.Scarlett and I were having a baby.I lowered my gaze, my eyes sparkling with barely concealed joy.“I promised Miss Taylor I wouldn’t tell, but today I have no choice,” Damian said solemnly as he took the phone back. “For the sake of the baby I saved, let Amalia go!”“Let her go?” I let out a cold scoff. “Damian, Jones—you’re a doctor. You know better than anyone how bad it could

Bruce’s POV:Everett watched as Amelia screamed her way out, not bothering to chase her.Outside, Amelia tripped and hit the ground hard, sobbing as she screamed Damian’s name.Not long after, a black sedan pulled up to the curb.She spotted the car, and knowing it was Everett’s man, she scrambled toward the police station, desperate.“Please help me. Someone’s after me. I need to call the cops.”I came up beside Everett, frowning. “Seriously? You’re really doing this here, at the police station? You expect me just to play dumb?”He raised an eyebrow. “You guys handle crazy people now?”I muttered, “You’ve got some nerve.”Everett’s face turned cold. He flicked a look toward the doorway. “Miss Martin is really having an episode. Aren’t you going to take her for treatment?”As soon as he said it, two men in black suits came out of the car and marched over to Amelia.“Let me go! I’m fine!” she shrieked, completely losing it. “Everett Robinson, you can’t do this to me! I am not sick! I a