All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Calvin's protective nature gradually began to feel like a subtle yet deadly snare to Camelia. Ever since her pregnancy had been declared high-risk, the two-story penthouse in Manhattan had seemed to transform into an airtight golden cage. Camelia was only allowed to curl up beneath silk blankets, stare at the ceiling, or listen to the doctor's advice that her husband kept repeating over and over again."I could go crazy if this keeps going on," Camelia muttered, staring blankly at the large window that displayed the bustling view of New York City outside.The boredom that had piled up only fueled her stubbornness. This morning, she refused to remain a prisoner on that king-size bed any longer. Moving slowly, she pushed aside the blanket and lowered her feet onto the cold wooden floor. Her body felt a little stiff, but she needed to move.Camelia walked through the second-floor corridor, intending to go downstairs and join Calvin and the children. Her steps halted in front of the priva

The sharp click of the emergency room door handle instantly broke the suffocating tension in the hospital corridor. A middle-aged male doctor stepped out, his jaw visibly weary as he slowly removed his surgical mask.Calvin, who had been standing there like a living statue, immediately rushed forward. He grabbed the sleeve of the doctor's white coat, no longer caring about courtesy."Doctor! How is my wife?!" Calvin demanded. His voice was hoarse, trembling violently as he struggled to contain the storm of panic already reaching its peak. "She's alright, isn't she? Tell me she survived!"The doctor let out a long sigh and looked at Calvin with eyes full of sympathy, a sight that made Calvin's heart feel as though it had stopped beating."Mr. Ashford, please calm down first," the doctor said quietly. "We did everything we could to save both of them. However... the severe impact from the fall down the stairs caused significant physical trauma to Mrs. Camelia's uterus.""Get to the point

Time was like calm water flowing steadily yet capable of carrying everything away. Two months had passed since the bloody tragedy on the marble staircase, but for Calvin Ashford, the world seemed to have stopped turning on that very day.To shorten the distance and ensure that his wife received the best possible care without having to travel back and forth to the hospital, Calvin made an extreme decision. He transformed one of the master bedrooms in the right wing of the Ashford estate into a VIP medical suite equipped with the highest standard of care. The walls were now lined with heart monitors, oxygen tanks, and various IV drips that beeped rhythmically, keeping Camelia’s body alive through her prolonged sleep."Sir, these are the second-quarter financial reports that require your signature," Ronal said, stepping carefully into the white-toned room.Calvin did not immediately turn around. The man sat in his usual chair, holding Camelia’s increasingly slender hand. His face had gro

Three days had passed since Dr. Berlyn Alessandra Vance set foot in the Ashford residence. During that time, the routine inside the white-toned recovery room had changed completely. Every hour without fail, the Milan-trained doctor diligently checked Camelia's pupillary responses, recorded her electrocardiogram readings, and ensured that every drop of intravenous fluid flowed properly into the frail body that remained motionless on the bed.Yet this afternoon, the monitor continued to display the same monotonous pattern. There was still not the slightest response from Camelia's body.Calvin stood in the corner of the room, his back leaning against the medical cabinet with both arms folded across his chest. His reddened eyes stared blankly at Camelia's fingers, which still refused to move."There's still no improvement, Dr. Berlyn?" Calvin asked, his voice hoarse and laden with deep despair.Berlyn let out a quiet sigh, placing her stethoscope on the bedside table before turning to loo

The roar of Jonathan Collyns' sports car engine came to a stop in front of their luxurious mansion. Juna stepped inside with mixed emotions. Three days of ignoring Seraphina had given him some peace of mind, making him think the girl had finally understood her position. However, the moment he crossed the family room, a chilling and oppressive atmosphere instantly gripped every nerve in his body.Ziyi sat on the long sofa with reading glasses perched on her elegant nose. A stack of company documents rested on her lap. There was no warm embrace. No sweet smile welcoming him home as usual. The woman did not even look up from the papers in her hands.Juna walked closer, trying to shake off the discomfort that had suddenly crept into his chest. He sat down beside Ziyi and reached out to touch his wife's chin, intending to place a kiss on her lips.However, before their lips could meet, Ziyi turned her face away with a quick and rough movement. Her eyes, staring straight ahead, looked both