All Chapters of Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Julian's POVThe last bits of time felt like a bad dream that would not stop.I sat in the wait chair with Maximilian sleeping on my lap, his little body warm but fidgety. Each second felt way too long. Every sound of a doctor’s feet made my heart leap!The sickbay hall got more calm as the night went on. The bright ceiling lights seemed too harsh for my weary eyes. The scent of cleaner filled air, poking into the ache hitting my head.I lowered my gaze to Maximilian.The kid was dozing fitfully. Sometimes, his brows wrinkled a bit, his fingers grabbed my shirt harder as if he was scared I would vanish when he opened his eyes.My chest tightened at the sight.Today had been far too much for someone his age.I softly pushed his hair back while I took a deep breath. But each time I tried to relax myself, pictures of Vivienne came back into my head.Her pale face. Her cold hands gripped mine.The soft

Julian's POV Quiet came back. I took the little milk box I got before and pulled out the straw for him.“Here. Drink first so Maximilian can stay strong.”With a sleepy face, he took it and sipped slowly, maybe because he had used up all his strength. I saw him with a sad heart.Max was still a kid. He shouldn’t need to think about life and death. He shouldn’t see his mom lying weak in a hospital bed with tubes and needles around her. He shouldn’t have to pass the night in a hospital like this!I continued looking at him even after he stopped drinking. He tried to seem strong, but his eyes wandered to the ICU doors every few seconds like he was wishing Vivienne would come out smiling like she did before.The pressure in my chest grew heavier.I rubbed my face soft, trying to push away the tiredness hitting me from all sides. But every time my eyes wanted to shut, the picture of Vivienne on the table showed up again.

Julian's POV Alerts about missed get-togethers. Of course, a few unread notes from Ophelia that I haven't replied to since last night.I didn't even have the strength to open any of them. The job seemed pointless.Only one thing occupied my thoughts.Vivienne.Was she still asleep?Was she in pain?Could she hear me when I talked to her last night, before they took her in for a surgery?The thoughts made my chest feel even heavier.I put my head on the chilly wall at my back while looking up at the light ceiling above.My eyes burned from exhaustion, yet I was afraid to close them for too long.Afraid something might happen while I let my guard down.Several silent minutes passed before my phone vibrated again.I lowered my gaze toward the screen.The name appearing there made my headache worsen immediately.My office secretary. Rumi.I stayed silent for a second before an

Julian's POV We went back to the hospital with softer steps than when we had gone before. Maximilian gripped my hand hard, still holding the rest of his chips in a tiny paper bag.I took a quick look at him. The kid seemed a bit more calm after eating, but his ͏eyes still showed the fear of a child made to get the grown-up world too fast.The time we walked onto the ICU floor, the smell of cleaner met us again. My heart right away began to thump.Every time I went through these doors, it felt like playing with luck. I never knew what kind of news would be there for me!Max and I sat in the chilly waiting room. He laid his head on my shoulder, his tiny body hot next to me.I tried to calm myself by softly rubbing his back. I thought that this simple action might ease the tightness that was crushing my chest since last night.My head rose slowly to the ICU doors that stayed closed. The white hall lights seemed too bright for m

Julian's POV I held his hand more firmly while nodding slowly. My heart quickly began to race again.A bit lat͏er, the nurse came to us again.She asked if she could get ready for Vivienne's move while we sat in the hall for a bit more time.A few minutes went by before the ICU doors opened. Two nurses pushed a bed where Vivienne was laying rest.I stopped breathing the moment I saw her face.Still light and frail. But her eyes were open. Looking at us.I quickly moved near and took her hand. She tried to grin.The grin was small and feeble but it was enough to make a whole world seem alive again.“Vivienne,” my voice broke again. “You frightened me almost to death.”She blinked slowly, her voice barely audible.“Sorry, Julian.”I quickly shook my head."No, you don’t have to say sorry. You just need to think about getting better."Maximilian stood beside the bed