All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

The sound of an ambulance siren pierced through the silence of New York City at night with a deafening howl. Red and blue emergency lights spun rapidly, casting sharp flashes of light against the walls of the towering buildings they passed. Inside the cramped, disinfectant-scented rear compartment of the ambulance, the atmosphere felt far more terrifying than the clinking of the medical equipment surrounding them.Daven sat frozen on the small bench beside the stretcher. His own body was covered in abrasions; his elbows and knees were torn open, bleeding fresh blood that soaked through his jeans and black leather jacket. His left temple was bleeding, warm blood trickling down his deathly pale cheek. Yet he paid absolutely no attention to the physical pain in his body. Daven's sense of pain seemed to have gone numb, completely swallowed by a far more devastating psychological terror.Daven's two hands trembled violently as they tightly held Joye's right hand. The hand that was usually

Daven's chest rose and fell in an irregular rhythm. The cold night air of the ominous funeral chamber suddenly dissolved, replaced by the warm sting of midday sunlight filtering through the gaps between the lush leaves. His temple was damp with cold sweat, and his heartbeat pounded wildly against his ribs as though he had just run through a storm of death."Daven? Hey, what's wrong?"A soft voice he knew all too well touched his ears. It was not the heart-wrenching sound of sobs from the black marble room, but a melodious voice filled with confusion and genuine concern.Daven blinked repeatedly. His vision, previously blurred by images of tombstones and coffins, gradually came into focus. He felt the soft surface beneath his cheek—not the concrete floor of a hospital or the cold tiles of the mourning hall, but the softness of someone's thigh beneath a light cotton skirt.He lifted his head slightly. Joye's face was lowered as she stared at him with a worried frown. The girl's plus-siz

The long hand of the antique wall clock with a bronze pendulum in the corner of the Ashford main residence living room shifted slowly, pointing straight to ten at night. Its constant tickin—felt so deafening in the middle of the deep night silence.On top of the long black shiny leather-wrapped Chesterfield sofa, Calvin Ashford sat upright with a stiff posture. The cup of black coffee served on the marble table in front of him had cooled down since two hours ago, its surface no longer emitting hot steam. Occasionally, the middle-aged man's jaw hardened, and the lines of tension around his eyes became increasingly evident.A few meters from where her husband sat, Camelia walked back and forth on the thick velvet carpet. Her footsteps wearing soft furry house slippers brushed softly, pacing back and forth from the edge of the large glass window toward the main door. The noblewoman repeatedly squeezed her own fingers, extreme anxiety clearly depicted on her beautiful face, which was begi

The roar of the tactical vehicle convoy belonging to the Ashford family cleaved through the quiet night of the city, breaking the wet asphalt road remaining from the afternoon drizzle. Inside the cabin of the luxury sedan moving steadily in the middle lane, the atmosphere felt dense, as thick as unlit cigarette smoke.Daven sat beside Joye on the plush black leather bench seat. The car's AC blew cold air, but a thin sweat still crept onto the young man's temple. The atmosphere inside the car was so silent, leaving only the sound of tire friction against the elevated toll road. As soon as the driver's glass partition was raised fully by the guard in front, Joye immediately turned toward Daven. The girl's face flushed crimson, not out of shyness, but due to a wave of lingering annoyance and unbearable soreness.With a panting breath and tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, Joye pinched the skin of Daven's waist hard using two of her fingers."Ouch! Damn it, Joye..." Daven hissed

Ronald’s hushed whisper into Calvin’s ear instantly altered the head of the family’s expression. The veins at the temples of the middle-aged man tightened, while his sharp gaze swept across the entire room before finally settling on the two young figures still kneeling on the Persian carpet.Camelia, who caught the change in her husband’s expression, immediately clasped her own fingers anxiously. “What is it, Ronald? What other news have you brought at this hour of the night?” the noblewoman asked in a trembling voice, a new fear creeping into her chest after the exhausting series of dramas that had unfolded today.Ronald lowered his head respectfully, straightening his suit before answering in a flat tone that nevertheless carried a sense of urgency. “It is not an external threat, Madam. The family’s medical team, which is responsible for monitoring routine health reports, has just sent Joye’s periodic examination results from the campus clinic two days ago. There are several importa