The President's Regret の小説・ストーリー

Walking towards me, he stated, “Your knee is hurt and it should be quickly treated.” Trying to register his words, I blinked in confusion. Wait a minute. Did we come all the way here just to treat my injuries!? I felt my face flush. “Mr. President, it's just some minor cuts and bruises. You shouldn’t have bothered bringing me here. I can just apply some ointment to them.”

Master Sean raised his hand. “Well Mr. President, we will handle it,” I spoke in his behalf. “But still, we are very sorry,” he added. A gun was suddenly pointed at the President. I was hearing the word ‘sorry’ too much it was hurting my ears. Master Sean disliked that very much. For him, that word was degrading and a measly payment people give for their mistakes. He could never accept a sorry. “Master Sean doesn't want to hear that word,” Master Sean's finest staff lowered his gun.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

After all, losing an owner to a company is a serious problem, especially if you don't leave everything prepared for someone else to take over the presidency. - I did, and since then everybody treats me well all the time, it's not as if they don't, but it gets boring and repetitive. You know, they flatter you, bring you things, buy you presents. That is boring. I'm not special because I have an illness. I honestly didn't want to do it that way, I should have had a meeting with just the president's staff and the administration staff. Anyway, everything remains in our family.

“Your new home is blessed. By the power vested on me, I declare you both husband and wife.” This was where the whole trouble began. Before the pastor could finish his proclamations, Luke walked out of the hall. All eyes turned to me as everyone tried to contain the shock. The pastor's mouth hung in confusion. He turned his gaze on me. “What seems to be his problem? Did you both have a fight before coming here?” “I’m so sorry about this. I will fix it, I promise.” I ran after him, managing to lift my heavy gown above my feet.

It had taken casualties. It had taken the edge of nuclear annihilation. In the presidential bunker, the President made one final decision. He called for his son. He asked for Leo to bring Alexei to him. And when the boy arrived, the President stood to greet him. For the first time in five years. "Alexei," the President said. "I am sorry." The boy looked at his father with enhanced eyes. And he said something unexpected. "I am sorry too," Alexei said. "For fighting you. For choosing against you. For making you feel like you lost control."

When the other people learned that she was in the mall when the assassination happened, everyone got worried. The president sighed heavily, weariness etched into the lines of his face. "Physically, she's unharmed," he replied, his tone tinged with sadness. "But emotionally, it's been difficult. She flinches at the slightest noise, and the nightmares..." His voice trailed off, a flicker of helplessness crossing his features.

She did not think that the failure of Nova's speech would make the President's angry. President asked his son to give reasons. "Tell me your reason, Dad wants to know." Liana immediately apologized for Nova's mistake. "Please forgive Director Nova, President." President turned his gaze towards Liana with sharp eyes. President Director Dika regretted slapping Nova on the cheek. Liana ventured to say again to the President, "There must be a reason and Nova doesn't want to tell. Although I don't understand everything, and if I knew why without Nova's approval, I wouldn't say."

and "Good job, Gen Z!" I straightened up, observing the smug faces in the audience. "Due to my stubbornness and conservatism, I neglected everyone's emphasis on personal time and caused you all immense inconvenience. I sincerely apologize to everyone here." The applause grew even louder. Larry even stood up and shouted, "Mr. Sander, to admit one's mistakes and correct them is a great virtue!" Cynthia proudly pointed the camera at me, as if showing off her spoils. I waited for the applause to subside before changing the subject. "To truly return freedom and choice to everyone, I've decided to make a disruptive adjustment to this year's team-building plan after one night of careful considerati

I hurriedly explained, “Dr. Browne, you’ve misunderstood. The President has always kept his condition hidden from Mr. Robinson. Today’s incident was sudden. The moment he heard about it, he immediately chartered a private car from the countryside to rush back overnight. This was me acting on my own without following the President’s orders. Once he wakes up, he will surely blame me.” “His mind is clouded, and you, his subordinate, follow suit?” Dr. Browne removed his reading glasses and pressed his temples. “If those legs ever recover enough for him to walk without trouble, it will be a miracle. Even if he regains normal mobility, rainy days will still be hell for him!” Dr. Browne’s words wer