All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

The muffled sobs behind the guest room door sounded increasingly sorrowful, tearing through the silence of the night that enveloped the upper floor of the Ashford residence. Calvin furrowed his brow deeply. As an adoptive father who had weathered countless storms alongside his children, he knew exactly when a cry came from ordinary exhaustion and when it concealed a much deeper wound. The tranquility of the night was broken once again by a soft knock against the white-painted wooden door. “Revaline...?” Calvin called once more in his gentle yet authoritative baritone. “You’re not asleep yet, sweetheart? What’s wrong? Open the door for a moment.” Inside the room, Revaline, who was curled up on the bed with a blanket covering half of her body, immediately jolted in surprise. She hurriedly wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. Taking a deep breath to steady her voice, she quickly got up and

The light from the bronze desk lamp illuminated Calvin's hardened jawline. The middle-aged man stared intently at his adopted daughter, assessing how much the girl had heard behind the reading room door that had been left slightly ajar."You should already be asleep, Revaline," Calvin said in a deliberately softened tone, although his aura still carried the tension left over from the military instructions he had just given Ronald.Revaline stepped closer hesitantly, her fingertips clutching the thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes caught sight of her father's phone screen, which was still lit on the desk, displaying a digital satellite map with red coordinate points actively moving across it."I couldn't sleep, Daddy," Revaline replied softly, her voice trembling slightly. "I heard you talking on the phone earlier. Is... is this still about last night's terror attack? About the threat targeting the three of us who just entered university?"Calvin let out a long sigh. He

The hum of the morning wind across the grounds of New York University suddenly felt empty and frozen. In Daven’s hand, the black-screened phone vibrated violently, carrying an unfamiliar voice whose frequency immediately crept upward, mercilessly gripping his throat.“Hello, Young Master Daven...” The hoarse voice on the other end sounded so calm, far too calm for a life-threatening situation. In the background, faint sounds of something hard striking could be heard, as if someone were forcibly smashing furniture inside an enclosed room. “How are your classes today? Enjoyable? What a shame. It seems your sweet girlfriend in the apartment isn’t enjoying the same kind of morning as you.”Daven’s eyes widened. His jaw immediately clenched, causing the muscles in his cheeks to twitch violently.“You bastard! Who are you?! Don’t you dare touch Joye!” Daven shouted frantically, ignoring the bewildered looks from dozens of students passing by the faculty building’s staircase.“Don’t shout li

The sound of that hoarse laughter echoed off the walls of the apartment corridor, leaving behind a suffocating silence after the elevator doors closed tightly, carrying the guards and prisoners down to the ground floor. The name Victor Vance seemed to linger in the air, leaving behind a chilling tremor that immediately crawled across the skin of anyone who heard it.Daven stood motionless amid the shattered pieces of glass from the balcony window. His jaw tightened until the muscles in his cheeks twitched violently. One arm was still wrapped around Joye’s waist as she trembled intensely beside him.“Victor Vance...” Daven muttered softly, repeating the unfamiliar name in his mind with a mixture of curiosity and immense anger. “Who the hell is that bastard? Why does he keep targeting our family?”Revaline remained motionless in the corner of the room. The girl’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Her fingers, resting on the kitchen table, gripped its surface so tightly. Her heart po

The morning sunlight gently streamed through the glass window of Revaline’s bedroom, casting a golden glow across the mahogany dressing table. The girl stood before the large mirror, straightening the collar of her white shirt layered beneath a Korean-style knitted vest that wrapped around her body. Today was a special day. Her legal status on the Ashford family’s Family Card had officially changed—she was no longer merely a fostered adopted child, but a legitimate daughter fully acknowledged by Calvin and Camelia.Moreover, a substantial inheritance from her late grandfather on the Chandler family’s side had been officially documented in a confidential notarial deed. All the wealth, property assets, and global stock portfolios under the Chandler family’s name would pass entirely into Revaline’s hands once the girl turned twenty-two. However, at only eighteen years old, Revaline did not think about that immense wealth at all. What mattered far more to her was the warmth of the family