All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

NoahI squeezed myself tightly into the crevice of the cold stone wall. My heart raced as I tried to make myself as small and invisible as possible. My breath came in shallow, quiet bursts. I prayed the guards wouldn’t find me. Every sound echoed off the ancient walls, making it hard to distinguish how close or far they were. From my hiding place, I listened as their heavy footsteps approached, followed by a rough voice.“What were you doing? Where’s the woman?” one of the guards demanded immediately.“She escaped,” Raymond’s voice came, calm and steady despite the tension hanging in the air.“What? Impossible!” the guard growled, his disbelief sharp.“I was just about to follow her out,” Raymond said with a hint of sarcasm.There was a pause, and I imagined the guards exchanging doubtful glances. “Hah! No one ever makes it out of here alive,” one of them scoffed. “Good luck to her. Well, we only need your signature, Raymond,” he added, his voice turning smug. “Let’s see if you’ve cha

NoahI sat under the desk, every muscle in my body tense as I listened to Clara’s footsteps pacing back and forth. The soft shuffling of papers made me fear she would notice the missing envelope I’d stashed in my pocket. My breath hitched. Then, suddenly, a loud, shrill ringing echoed through the room. It startled me so much I nearly banged my head against the bottom of the desk.“Thomas, hi darling,” Clara cooed into the phone, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness. “Of course, everything is under control.”I strained to hear the voice on the other end of the line, but it was muffled, distant. Still, I could make out the aggressive tone—a man’s voice, barking orders at her.“N-no, he hasn’t signed them yet,” Clara stammered, her voice losing some of its confidence. There was a pause. The voice on the phone grew louder, angrier. “Don’t worry, hun, we’ll get him there,” she said, giggling in a way that made my skin crawl. “The guys are working on it. They’ve almost got him begging.

NoahI stared in horror at the photo in my hands. Neil’s face was pale, his skin bruised and smeared with dirt. His eyes were half-closed, as if he were barely conscious. Blood was caked along his cheek, and he looked utterly broken. My heart seized in my chest, and a choked sob escaped my throat. “No,” I whispered, my voice thin and cracked. "No... how could they do this?"I turned the picture over. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely make out the words scrawled across the back: "Let’s play hide and seek, Mommy & Daddy. Don’t wait too much longer!"A sick wave of fury crashed over me. Thomas had sent this—he was playing with us, taunting us with the suffering of our son. I crumpled the picture, my nails digging into my palms as tears blurred my vision."That bastard!" Raymond’s voice erupted, loud and furious. He grabbed the envelope from me, his eyes flashing as he examined the taunting message. "He’s playing games with our son’s life. He thinks this is funny."A sob finall

Noah“Sí,” the mayor replied earnestly, placing a hand over his heart. “Your bravery in saving her is worth more to us than anything we could ever give you. We owe you this, and so much more.”I could see the deep gratitude in his eyes, and something in my heart stirred. We’d done it because it was the right thing, not for any reward. I started to shake my head. “That’s not necessary…”“We can’t accept that. It’s too much,” Raymond added, his voice firm yet kind.“But…” I hesitated, glancing at Raymond for support. “What would help us a lot would be if you could exchange these for cash.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the golden coins, necklaces, and rings—ancient Mayan artifacts that glinted in the soft light.The mayor’s eyes widened, almost as if he were seeing a miracle. “Where did you get these?”“In the temple,” I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. “Ari found an ancient chamber filled with incredible engravings and treasures. She’s a clever and resilient girl.”“She su

NoahThomas’s voice dripped like poison through the phone. A familiar chill creeped down my spine as he spoke. “Noah, there you are. I almost thought you’d lost interest in saving your son.”The disgust in me flared. But I forced my voice to remain steady. “Certainly not,” I replied evenly, hoping to mask the fury I felt. “What do you want, Thomas?”He chuckled, a sound that slithered through the receiver. “Oh, it’s not about what I want, Noah. It’s about what you want. Tell me—why haven’t you followed your next clue yet? Or…” he paused, his voice taking on a mocking edge, “do you need a hint?”I glanced at Emilia, who was focused intently on her device, fingers poised to work her magic as she nodded, encouraging me to keep him talking.“We got a little… sidetracked,” I said carefully. “But a hint would be helpful.” The longer I kept him on the line, the better chance Emilia would have to trace his location. My heart pounded with each second that ticked by, silently praying we’d get wh