All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

NoahWe had planned to go out for lunch after the scan—a celebratory meal to mark another milestone in our pregnancies. But after the unsettling news about Cassandra’s baby, any appetite for celebration had evaporated. Simon and Cassandra looked shaken as they left the hospital. They wanted nothing more than to go home and process what they had just heard. I didn’t blame them at all.“Call me if you need anything,” I had said softly, hugging Cassandra before we parted ways.As I drove home, my mind whirled with worry. The image of Cassandra’s pale face, the doctor’s ominous words, kept replaying in my head. I could feel the tension knotting in my shoulders.A thousand fears danced in my thoughts—what if the same thing happened to my baby? I shook my head, trying to focus on the road. But it was hard to keep the anxiety at bay.When I arrived at the mansion, the familiar sight of my mother in her new automatic wheelchair greeted me in the kitchen. She was in her element, instructing th

NoahNeil’s reaction pierced through me like a shard of glass, sharp and unexpected. His small voice carried a weight that shattered something deep within me.I was speechless. Evelyn jumped in, trying to ease the tension. “We’ll be here for the baby, too, Neil. And not every baby has a daddy…” But her attempt only threw fuel on the fire.“I want my daddy back. You drove him away!” Neil shouted, the accusation ringing in the air as he stormed out of the living room. His tiny footsteps echoed like thunder down the hall.I stood there, frozen, still clutching the pajamas I had lovingly picked out for him. The “Big Brother” embroidered on the front now felt like a cruel reminder of how far from ready he was to accept this new reality. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Was this all a mistake? Had I made the wrong decision, not just about the baby, but about everything?Evelyn gently wheeled closer to me. Her face, etched with concern, softened as my tear-filled eyes met hers

Noah“No. There has to be another way!” I gasped, feeling as though the very air around me was being sucked away.Raymond looked at me with weary eyes. “I wish there was, Noah. I really do. But I’m running out of options. I have to sell everything—every property, every asset—to pay for the business expansion, hire an investigator to figure out who’s behind this mess, and get a good lawyer. If I don’t do something now… we’ll be bankrupt, Noah.”“Bankrupt?” I echoed, stunned by the gravity of the situation. My stomach twisted in knots, the severity of his predicament finally sinking in. This wasn’t just about selling the mansion—this was about survival.Raymond nodded, his expression dark with frustration and fear. “I’ll start making arrangements tomorrow, getting the place ready for viewings. I’m so sorry about all of this, Noah.”His words had hit me like a sledgehammer. Sell the mansion? Our mansion? The place where I had dreamed of raising my children, where I’d hoped to build a new

Noah“What are you doing here?” Thomas asked, eyeing me suspiciously. His posture was rigid and defensive.I took a deep breath, grounding myself against the rising tide of panic. “I could ask you the same question,” I replied, attempting to sound confident and casual. Though my voice wavered slightly.He shifted, visibly uncomfortable. “I, uh, needed to discuss some work matters,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze.“I see…” I said, trying to maintain my composure despite the tension crackling between us. “So did I, but now doesn’t seem like the right time.” My heart raced as I realized just how precarious this moment was. Standing face-to-face with Thomas, it suddenly hit me that he might be dangerous. He had stolen my husband’s identity and a significant amount of money. He had framed him for financial fraud. Who knows what else he might be capable of?The air felt thick with unsaid words. As his eyes studied mine, I was made acutely aware of how much I had rushed into this confrontatio

NoahRaymond tore open the letter with shaking hands. His jaw was tight with barely contained fury. He began to read aloud, his voice laced with anger.“Surprise! If you’ve found this, you must be looking for your dear son. Unfortunately, there are some rules you must follow if you ever want to see him again. Here is the first: DO NOT contact the authorities or any other powerful connections. I will know. You will find more clues as you continue your search. Warm regards, Thomas.”Raymond’s hands clenched around the letter, crumpling it into a ball. “That son of a—” His words cut off with a snarl as he slammed his fist into the wall.“Wait!” I hurriedly took the paper from his fist, smoothing it out with trembling fingers. “We can’t just destroy it. This is evidence. There could be clues in the text or something useful.”Raymond exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. “You’re right. Sorry.”I carefully laid the letter flat on the table, scanning the text. My heart raced as I reread Thom