Todos los capítulos de Too Late for Regrets: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

In the room, several members of the Jefferson family were gathered around the sickbed. Timothy looked over and saw an elderly man with kind but extremely haggard and frail features lying on the bed. His eyes were closed, his skin had an overall sallow and dark tone, and his breathing was faint. His lips had a dark purple tint to it. He was practically in a coma.The various machines connected to him kept sounding alarms. Timothy narrowed his eyes and examined Arlo. The next moment, he frowned after discerning the problem.Arlo was poisoned, and it was an extremely subtle neurotoxin. It was one that modern medical equipment couldn't detect. But to him, this toxin was harmless. He was all too familiar with it.Over the past three years, Remy had concocted over six thousand types of poisons for Timothy to strengthen his body. The poisons he concocted included virtually every named toxin known to mankind. This made Timothy almost immune to poisons. With his extraordinary medical s

A wave of terror washed over them all.Nash's face registered shock as he hurriedly pulled out silver needles and stuck them into Arlo. But instead of showing signs of improvement, Arlo began convulsing even more violently.Patrick anxiously shouted, "Dr. Luther, what's happening?"Nash was drenched in sweat as he tried several more times, but nothing seemed to work. Panic started to set in. If he failed to save Arlo, the Jeffersons might end him.With trembling lips and a pale face, he stammered, "I… I don't know. This shouldn't be happening!"Mavis was utterly shocked. She hadn't anticipated such a sudden turn of events.Suddenly, she remembered what Timothy had said earlier, and her face fell. He had been right all along! Could he really be an expert?Patrick shared the same realization and exclaimed, "Mav! Go and get Timothy back here! Hurry!"Snapping back to reality, Mavis bit her lip and rushed out without looking back.Meanwhile, the others exchanged bewildered glances

"Timothy, you jerk! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Mavis' face flushed with anger as she caught onto the implication in Timothy's words.Timothy chuckled. "Just messing with you. We've already—"Mavis stared daggers at him.Timothy scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Alright, alright, I was just kidding. I'll stop."Mavis threw him an indifferent glance and exited the car, heading toward the nearby café. Timothy reluctantly followed her.The café was serene, with a few patrons scattered about. Soft melodies played in the background, and the air was filled with the subtle aroma of coffee.They found a seat, and a waitress, Victoria Smith, approached them with a menu, smiling warmly."What can I get for you two?"Timothy took the menu, crossed his legs, and muttered as he flipped through it, "What kind of coffee do you sell? Is it any good? Why is it so expensive?"Victoria's smile wavered slightly. "Sir, our coffee is handcrafted and freshly ground, which is why the pri

The house was a complete mess, with evidence of a recent intrusion. Broken dishes were scattered everywhere, and the tables, chairs, and other furniture had been smashed to pieces.A note was stuck to the wall, which Timothy snatched to read. His eyes began to fill with fury. The note contained a brief message. "We have your parents. Come to Valiant Hall if you want to save them."Timothy's veins bulged, and the note crumbled to dust in his hand. "Valiant Hall? I'll fucking ruin you! What a bunch of clowns. Do they really think I'm a pushover?"Timothy left the courtyard without looking back, his fists clenched tightly.…On the other side of Lormford City, at a seaside manor belonging to the Barton family, the entire family had gathered in a mansion located at the center of the manor.Isabelle's face was still swollen from the slaps, and the marks were still visible. Her parents, Serena Lewis and Lawrence Barton, looked at her with deep concern.Serena gently caressed Isabelle'

A fist flew toward Timothy from the side, but without even glancing at it, he casually caught the attacker's wrist and twisted his arm.Then, with a swift kick to the chest, Timothy broke his ribs and sent him flying several feet away.Timothy's movements gradually slowed. He walked through the crowd as if he were strolling, while the actions of those around him seemed to be happening in slow motion.With each punch and kick, more bodies crumpled to the ground. The once chaotic scene grew quieter as the space was filled with unconscious men.Delivering a final punch, Timothy sent the last opponent sprawling. Silence fell. Only two men remained standing—Timothy and Damien.Damien's face was ashen as he quivered uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, staring at Timothy's back, and stammered, "Who… Who are you?"Timothy stretched his neck, and the next second, he was right in front of Damien. His hand shot out, gripping Damien's throat."Tell me where my parents are. I don't want to ki