All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

The lavish wedding celebration held at the Grand Ballroom of the Sapphire Hotel finally came to an end as the clock moved toward nine in the evening. The enormous crystal lights were slowly dimmed, leaving behind the remnants of grandeur that had now given way to silence inside the main Ashford residence. The servants bustled about, cleaning up the remaining equipment, while most of the family members gathered in the family room on the main floor to rest after being battered by a storm of emotions and physical exhaustion throughout the day.In the corner of the room, warm chandelier lights cast a golden glow across the thick wool carpet. The atmosphere in the family room felt far calmer than on previous days, yet remnants of psychological tension still lingered in the eyes of everyone sitting there.Aurora sat with her arms folded on the long sofa, her eyes gazing sadly toward the door of the master bedroom, where her mother had just entered to freshen up

Time passed incredibly quickly, leaving behind the rush of days that the Ashford family endured beneath tightly suppressed tension. The wall calendar in the corner of Calvin’s study now displayed a date that made anyone who looked at it feel their heartbeat leap into their throat.Only one week remained until Daven and Joye’s official wedding at the main building.All the major preparations had been completed. The luxurious invitations had been sent out, the final stage of the decorations was being handled by the vendors, and a flurry of false happiness had filled the days inside the grand residence. However, behind the faint smile that was always forced onto her lips, Camelia’s body was actually screaming beneath a burden that exceeded the biological limits of a middle-aged woman’s endurance.That day, the wall clock had just pointed to four in the afternoon. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the curtains of the master bedroom window, illu

The distinctive scent of hospital floor disinfectant mixed with the cold smell of the corridor’s air conditioning, greeting yet another morning on the third floor of the intensive care building. The calendar sheet on the nurses’ station showed that exactly seven days had passed—a full week during which the world inside that ICU room seemed to have stopped turning for the Ashford family.Behind the transparent glass wall, Camelia still lay rigidly on the hospital bed. A transparent respirator tube was tightly attached over part of her face, helping maintain her breathing rhythm, which was now entirely dependent on the mechanical machine. The middle-aged woman’s face looked so pale, contrasting sharply with the light green hospital blanket covering her body. There was no significant movement. Only the sound of the electrocardiogram monitor beeped regularly—beep... beep... beep—indicating that her pulse was still beating, becoming the only thin thread connecting Came

The sound of the wall clock ticking in the corner of the VVIP hospital room seemed unbearably slow and agonizing. Half an hour had passed since Dr. Hendra left after conducting a thorough examination of Camelia’s physical condition. According to the doctor, the woman’s vital signs had begun to stabilize medically, her blood pressure was gradually returning to normal, and her organs were responding well after two weeks of being deeply unconscious in a prolonged coma. However, that medical calm was completely out of sync with the storm preparing to erupt inside the pristine white room. Camelia lay in bed with the backrest raised halfway. Her face was still pale, but as time passed, the fog of confusion in her mind began to dissolve. Fragments of memories from before she lost consciousness that night gradually came together in full inside her mind—the suffocating pressure in her chest, the pool of fresh blood on the bedsheet, and the overwh

The distinctive smell of disinfectant and the sterile scent that had been part of the Ashford family’s days for nearly three weeks finally began to fade as they stepped out of the elevator on the hospital’s ground floor. That day, the discharge authorization had officially been issued by Dr. Hendra. Physically, Camelia’s condition had shown significant improvement; the wound from her emergency surgery had healed well, and her health parameters were stable.However, her return home brought none of the warmth one would expect from a family reunited under the same roof.Inside the luxurious sedan with a black license plate speeding through the streets of the capital, the atmosphere felt heavy and suffocating. Calvin sat in the driver’s seat with both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The middle-aged man wore formal clothes that were as neat as usual, yet the lines of exhaustion and dark shadows around his eyes reflected an extraordinary degree of in