All Chapters of Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Julian's POVThe trip to the hospital seemed a lot longer than normal. My hands held the wheel so tight that my knuckles went pale.Each time I halted at a red light my eyes naturally moved to the clock on the dashboard. The time felt like it was going way too quickly.In the back seat, Maximilian held his little bag close to his chest. Since we left home, he hardly said anything.Now and then, I hear him say quiet. "Mom, wait for me."Those plain words made the weight in my chest feel more heavy. I pushed the gas a bit harder as the path in front of me got clear.A little time later, the hospital showed up. I parked my car without thinking twice.As I switched off the motor, Maximilian opened the door. "Dad hurry!""I am." I took his hand and we ran to a hospital lobby together.When the lift doors opened to the VVIP floor, Dominic was already in the hall waiting for us. He looked much more tired than last

Vivianne’s POVI held Maximilian tight. His little body was so warm in my arms. It felt like all my strength came from him resting his head against my chest.I wish time could just stop. I want to stay like this with Maximilian. No hospital, no tumor, no chemotherapy and no trip to Singapore. Just To My Son."Mom."His little voice was shaking. "Yes, sweetheart?"Maximilian looked up at me, his big round eyes already filled with tears. "I don't want you to go Mom."This made my throat feel tight. I gently touched both of his cheeks."Maximilian Mom is not leaving you. I am going away so I can get better.""But-"He started crying again. "I'm scared."I kissed his forehead for a time. "Mom is scared too."I did not want to lie to him. I was really afraid. I was afraid that the next surgery would not work, that the treatment in Singapore would not help or that I would not be able to come to M

Julian's POVOur return home seemed to be much more quiet than our departure. I silently kept holding the steering wheel, and in the back of the car Maximilian had already been crying from the moment when the helicopter with Vivienne vanished above us. He eventually calmed down, although he was still sobbing softly from time to time."Dad.""Yes?""Mom will come home, won't she?"I glanced through the rearview mirror at his teary eyes gazing outside the car. I forced a smile and responded, "Yes, Mom is getting her treatment now and will come home soon."Maximilian slowly nodded. After several minutes, he finally fell asleep because of exhaustion caused by crying.Once we came home, I switched off the engine and went to the back of the car. Maximilian was still sleeping with the dinosaur drawing he showed to his mother earlier tightly embraced in his arms, and the sight made me ache in my heart again.I undid his seat

Julian'S POVThat evening, the silence in the house prevailed. Maximilian was busy doing his homework at the dining table; he furrowed his brows in concentration while solving his math assignments and then erased all the answers because he believed they were wrong.I was sitting in my study room with the laptop still turned on. But several documents from my company still needed to be written that night, but I simply could not concentrate on my work at all.The time since Vivienne went to Singapore had already passed by nearly one month. Even though Dominic still provided me with some updates, that uneasy feeling was always with me.I was just about to shut down my laptop, when I felt the vibration of my cell phone. On the screen appeared Dominic's name and my heart suddenly beat faster."Hello, Dominic," I rushed to say.On the other side of the line, I heard a much lighter voice of his. "Julian.""I have good news."I instantly got on my feet. "How is Vivienne?"A sigh of relief esca

Vivianne'S POVThree months had gone by all too soon. As I thought about how I had lain there so weakly in the hospital bed in Singapore, it seemed as if I were living some other person's past.Now, I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, brushing down the simple light blue dress I had worn on that morning. I no longer required the headscarf which concealed my scar from the surgery.My hair had been shaved to a short style that had yet to grow back, although the doctor had told me that my healing process had been going as expected. The scar on the side of my head had also started to fade away.A small smile played across my lips as I regarded myself in the mirror. While neither my face nor my body had entirely regained their health, my cheeks were beginning to return to their former fullness.The dark rings under my eyes were starting to fade, too. And most of all, I had been granted the opportunity to be here.It was not just any reg