All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

NoahThe scene before me was almost surreal. I crouched behind the crumbling stone wall, peering out at the shadowy figures of Thomas and Clara standing in the ruins. Thomas's voice echoed through the ancient stone. His tone was icy, laced with disgust and frustration. He was nearly shouting at Clara, his voice carrying a bitterness that caught me off guard."You really botched this, Clara," he sneered, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Raymond didn’t sign the papers, and then they slipped right through your fingers! I should’ve known better than to trust a woman with this. You were supposed to handle them, keep them under control, but instead, you’ve left me cleaning up your mess!”Clara’s face was tight, visibly restraining herself. She glanced away, her expression a mix of irritation and boredom, as if she were enduring a lecture she’d heard a thousand times before. But Thomas wasn’t done. His anger had taken on a venomous quality, a hint of something deeper, almost obsessiv

NoahMy heart pounded as I whispered, “Emilia?” My voice was low, barely audible over the rustle of jungle leaves and the slow, sickly breathing coming from Neil’s cage. But she heard me. “Why are you smiling?”Her gaze flicked over to meet mine. Her eyes glinted with that same strange, unnerving smile. She didn’t look alarmed or desperate—she looked as if she held the answers to secrets I couldn’t fathom. “You’ll see soon enough,” she replied, her tone soft but steady. Her eyes darted briefly to the guards nearby before she returned to scanning the jungle floor, completely unperturbed.A chill ran down my spine. See soon enough? What did she mean by that? The weight of dread settled heavily in my chest, seeping through me like ice. “Wait—what do you mean? Are you on their—”“Hey!” one of the guards barked, turning his gun in our direction. “No conspiring over there!” The guard’s glare was as sharp as his weapon, his stance unwavering as he looked us over. My breath caught. I forced

NoahWe drove to the closest hotel, the silence between us thick and uneasy. I held Neil close, feeling his fragile body against me. Each tremble broke my heart a little more. When we arrived, we thanked Emilia and her team, knowing words could never fully express what they’d done for us. Emilia gave me a soft, reassuring smile before disappearing with her men into the night, vanishing back into shadows.In the hotel room, I filled the tub with warm water, hoping a long bath might bring Neil a little comfort. As I gently bathed him, he seemed distant. Almost like a ghost of the boy he’d been. His little shoulders shivered, even as the warmth wrapped around him. Every small sound—a faucet drip, the hum of the air conditioner—made him flinch. His eyes darted around in terror. I tried to speak softly, to reassure him. But his gaze was empty. As if he were a thousand miles away.As I dried him off and dressed him in fresh clothes, I could hardly bear the thought that this was the same l

Noah“Oh, Raymond…” I murmured, my heart brimming with emotion as he knelt before me, the words barely forming in my mouth, tangled up with a happiness that felt almost surreal.He waited patiently, still on one knee. His hazel eyes sparkled with flecks of gold in the bright sunlight. His hand was steady, holding out the ring as if it were a promise. A reminder of how far we’d come. I glanced at my old engagement ring. My fingers trembled as I noticed the way this new ring was designed to nestle perfectly against the first one. It was so unmistakably Raymond—thoughtful, detailed, crafted to fit me like a missing piece.“Yes,” I finally said, smiling through my tears. “Of course, I will marry you… again.”His face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen in years. He slid the ring into place, its sleek band clicking softly as it nestled against my old ring. The two pieces formed a sparkling whole. As the diamonds caught the golden glow of sunset, it felt like the most perfect reflection of us—

NoahThe room erupted in cheers and joyful shouts as pink confetti rained down around us. It took a second to sink in: we were having a girl. Barely containing my smile, I felt Raymond’s strong arms wrap around me from behind. He leaned his head close, his voice a low, gentle murmur. “A little girl, Noah… our little girl.”My heart swelled as I looked at Neil, who was watching the confetti with wide eyes. He had a look of pure wonder on his face. It was the brightest smile I’d seen on him since everything that happened, and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. He was still healing. But moments like these, surrounded by love, felt like the very first steps toward a new beginning.Evelyn rolled over, her eyes filled with emotion as she held out her hands to us. Slowly but surely, she was regaining control over her muscles. I leaned down to her, and she wrapped her arms around both Neil and me. “Oh, a little girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with joy. “Our family just keeps grow