Ignore Hubby And Son's Regret, Shining Now นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Roderick remained on one knee, staring at the spot where his son had just stood, his hand rising to touch the spot on his face where Adrian’s fingers had been. "Fuck...! I'm so happy!"He screamed inwardly.

And I'm going to grab it with my teeth. "Mr. Bronze," The man looked up at me with wavering hope because my impassive face didn't give away my emotions. "Where will I find your daughter's killer?" His face suddenly brightened as some tears shed out of his house. "S-so, y-you will help me save those girls?" I nodded with tears in my own eyes. He held my hands with aggressive excitement and shook them fiercely. "Thank you, Luna. Thank you." Then we set out for Moon Mist Pack once again.

She leaned into him, grateful for his presence as she let the last of her worries slip away. At Anderson’s mansion, the mood was far from celebratory. Anderson sat slouched on the couch, his phone in one hand as he scrolled aimlessly through old photos of him and Wanda. Each image was a painful reminder of what he had lost, the memories tainted by the reality of her absence. He could feel himself slipping further into a pit of despair, the edges of his vision blurring as the weight of his mistakes bore down on him.

Derek's face was a stone mask, his eyes avoiding mine as he restrained our son. Caleb gently squeezed my hand, his touch pulling me back from the edge of despair. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking up at me with concern, his amber eyes reflecting the setting sun. I bent down, trying to keep my voice steady as I answered him. The wound in my chest throbbed, a physical reminder of everything I was leaving behind. But my trembling voice betrayed my emotions, cracking on the words I couldn't form. He rose to his tiptoes and patted my head softly, a gesture so innocent and unexpected it broke something inside me. His small hand was warm against my hair.

"It really hurt, and I need Daddy to make it better..." Andrew fumbled to hang up, his hands shaking. He was visibly flustered, tripping over his own words in panic. I couldn't hold back a dry, mocking laugh. "Go on. Your daughter's waiting for you to go home and tell her a bedtime story." He shook his head desperately. "No, she's not my daughter…" His voice cracked as he looked at me with unbearable sorrow. "Yuna's my daughter." His tone wavered and his gaze darted about. I knew it. He was feeling sorry for Tonya again. He was torn, struggling with whether to go back and check on that 'poor child' who had taken a fall.

Abbie looked up to me with a smile. I examined both of their faces, and reluctantly took my seat opposite them. “Look, I am really sorry, for all of this,” I said with a heavy sigh. “Don’t be. I believe fate led you here,” I scrunched my brows at Abbie, and I open my mouth to say something when one of the boys let out his first war cry. “Sshhh…” I soothed, picking up my son from the stroller and lulling him back to sleep. But no matter what I do, he won’t calm down.

Leon said, “Dad, I’m just a teenager, a child. Isn’t this abuse?” Westley looked at him coldly. Leon was still afraid of his father. He shrank his neck and obediently went to roast the skewers. Blake, who was by the grill, taught him how to roast the meat. Jordan took some food and went to find Gemma, and Leanne followed her. “I’m here to apologize on behalf of my son,” said Jordan, handing Gemma a grilled chicken wing. Leanne added, “Shane did like you, but I’ve already talked to him. He won’t trouble you anymore. What he said was back when Clay was declared dead. Now he knows Clay will recover, so he won’t say such things again.”

She watched as they stood up, their heads bowed, and walked out of the courtroom. Revenge had brought her back. At every turn she had found layers to things she thought she knew. And now it all made sense. Simon looked at her, their eyes locking in renewed determination to take each day in each other's embrace. James, Jayden, and Jasmine looked up at their mom and dad, their faces filled with a grin. "Dad, can we live with you now?" Jasmine asked. "For as long as your mom will allow." Simon responded, bending to their height.

I spat bitterly, “Last I remember, I severed all ties with you. We are no longer family. So your training and teachings don’t matter anymore. At least not to me.” “It matters! It matters because you owe us twenty years of your life.” Henry spat back, his lips raised in a taunting smirk. I’d always hated that smug look on him. “Twenty years of your goddamned life, and you can never throw that away. Neither can you deny it. Whether you like it or —” “Or nothing!” Noah interrupted, his voice filled with spite. “Whatever debt of gratitude she owed you, people went null the moment you threw her and our biological mother in jail. You’re no longer welcome in our midst, so leave this room. Now!”

The silence in the room is palpable, thick with the rawness of their emotions. As she steps out, leaving him in the dim light of his regrets, the door closes softly behind her, resonating with a quiet finality. Gabriel stands motionless, the shadows of his past now inseparable from the weight of possible loss—the one thread of hope he has held onto now fraying in his grip as he reflects on the truth she has thrust upon him. The uncertainty looms over him, his green eyes reflecting both ancient guilt and the fresh pain of potentially losing the one person who made him believe in redemption.