Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 128

JASPERMy father was dying before the law could finish judging him.The consortium had fallen.Stones was in custody.Xavier was finished.Seraphina had been arrested.Quinn had found her family.And somehow, the only thing I could think about was the man lying in a hospital bed waiting for me. I had not seen his face, nor did I know what was wrong with him.People always said blood was thicker than water. Standing outside his hospital room, I wasn't sure I believed that anymore. Because if blood were truly everything, why did it hurt this much?If only we could see what the future holds in store for us, I wouldn’t have let him be my father from the start.The hospital was quiet. I was shown the ward and the room he was admitted to. I pushed the door open and saw him. My father, lying on the bed, frail, emaciated and weak. He looked up from the bed when I entered.His eyes dropped briefly to the folder in my hand, then returned to my face. He knew exactly why I was here. He heard ever

JASPERI sat outside the ICU and watched people walk past.Hours had passed since my father’s collapse. Yet, I remained exactly where I had been. The hard plastic chair dug into my back. My abdomen sill hurt from the wound. My head hurt more.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Quinn. My father struggling for breath. Then Quinn again.I thought the truth would bring clarity. Instead, it brought war. The father I admired was a lie. The father I loved was real. Somehow, both men existed in the same body.I hated him.I loved him.I wanted justice.I still wanted another chance for him.The contradictions were tearing me apart.A doctor finally approached.“Mr. Finn?”I stood immediately. “How is he, doctor?” I asked, shaking.It was then that I realized that no matter how ugly a monkey was, he was still loved by his parents. No matter how vile I thought my father was, I still wanted him to survive.“He is awake.”I exhaled.“He asked for you.”The doctor didn’t mention recovery or improv

QUINNI cried to bed last night. Not tears of pain, heartbreak or bitterness. But tears of healing and redemption.Seeing all those who were once against me on their knees was so overwhelming. One of the things I never prepared for in months.Waking up this morning, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. No nightmare woke me from sleep. No fear sat on my chest. No anxiety waited for me to open my eyes.Just peace. A beautiful feeling.Slowly, I placed my hand over my stomach, and my son kicked. I wondered what he would look like. The scan had revealed his gender. Me or Jasper? He kicked again, as if listening to my silent conversation.I smiled. For years, every morning had been about survival. Today was different. For the first time in a very long time, I was thinking about tomorrow.The nursery door stood across the hallway. I found myself standing there a few minutes later. Looking, dreaming and imagining. A crib sat against the wall. Tiny clothes filled the drawers.A rocking ch

QUINNSix weeks later.I used to fear silence. For years, silence meant something bad was coming.Another betrayal.Another loss.Another fight.But this morning, silence felt different. It felt like peace.The bright morning sunlight spilled across the room. I watched her chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. Every few seconds, she made a sound in her sleep.Sometimes I still catch myself staring at her. Just staring. As if I expected to wake up and discover she had only been a dream.After everything that happened, the losses, the fear, the blood, the heartbreak. After all, there was an end. I wondered how this beautiful soul survived the dark phases with me.A small yawn escaped her. I smiled. Motherhood was both exhausting and wonderful. Sometimes it demanded staying up all night. I was still learning. Still adjusting and making mistakes.“Quinn!”Joe’s voice rolled through the house.I rolled my eyes. There he was. The most overprotective uncle in human history. I heard of post