All Chapters of Never: HIS REGRET: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Olivia's POV My hands were placed on my cheeks as I reflected about the encounters I had gone through at their hands.They asked for an immediate transfer once he was awake, and it hurt me deeply that they never appreciated my efforts. But I gave in to their demands.What hurt me most was the fact that he didn't recognize me or anyone else except his mom.It damn well hurts.I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on the door as it creaked open, revealing Doctor Kaley.He had been on leave for a week, and the wait for his return had worn me down the most. He was one of the best in the neurosurgical field and had extensive knowledge when it came to his area of expertise.All research proved inadequate."Have a good day, ma’am," he greeted, and I reciprocate the gesture, motioning for him to sit."The patient from the previous surgery seems to be suffering from severe amnesia," I said as soon as he sat down.He smiled a little, then lifted his head to meet my gaze. "That’s what I meant by 'wor

“I certainly don't know what this is all about,” I replied, already turning to move away from the cameras, but something happened.“We have proof to support our claims. You arranged the incident that led to his predicament,” a lady's voice surged from the crowd.My heart quickened. What proof was she talking about?I tried to ignore it, but the stunned gazes from my staff caught my attention, drilling into my heart.I turned toward the cameras. “I certainly don't have a hand whatsoever in his predicament. I just didn't like his closeness to my fiance, that's all,” I addressed, feeling increasingly drained inside.Hot sweat swirled on my forehead.“Then what about the phone calls? How do you explain them?” That same voice asked again.I narrowed my gaze into the crowd, trying to grasp the identity of this person attempting to ruin me, but I couldn't figure out who she was.The eagerness of the media personnel, the cameras all focusing on me, fighting to be the first to capture my react

James POV I drove into the compound about three hours later, my entire body sore from the long drive.Taking a deep breath and holding my wrist, my hands trailed down to my ankle, massaging the aching spot.Pain coursed through my body. It had been a long drive, and I had to do it alone this time.I yanked my neck to release the lingering tension, my heart still unsteady.After a long wait in the car, I finally stepped out. It was already getting late.The evening breeze blew past, carrying a bittersweet sensation; its gentle touch soothing, yet unable to erase the pain within me.“Son, I'm right here,” I heard Mum's voice from the first floor. I lifted my gaze to meet hers.“Alright, Mum,” I replied, moving into the mansion.My mind was already set on what I needed to do.Soon, I was up on the balcony where Mum sat, her legs crossed. A small side stool beside her held a glass cup, half-filled with orange-colored juice. A magazine lay on her lap, its pages flipping under her fingers.

I arrived at my mansion a few minutes later after countless attempts to reach her, all of which proved futile. Just as I was entering the compound, I spotted her standing at the entrance of my apartment. My rage surged. She was about to turn and leave but stopped in her tracks, her eyes glistening with a smile as she awaited my arrival. I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me, moving toward her with determined, angry strides. “I checked for you in your office, but…” “How dare you?” I barked, cutting her off mid-sentence. She startled at my outburst but quickly regained her composure. Leaning in, her half-slipped dress, torn up her thigh, brushed against my midsection. “Step aside,” I roared, pushing her away. She staggered backward slightly, her face turning pale red. “Who gave you the guts to blackmail me and post all that to the media? Ahh!” I retorted, my voice raised, raw and guttural. “I never did any of those,” she replied, her gaze turning teary, her ton

Olivia's POV EarlierAfter my encounter with James, My heart suddenly tensed.I felt as though I had been too rude; or rather, too harsh, to him.“Ma’am, the files you asked me to drop in your office,” Becky chimed, following after me as I unlocked the door and stormed back inside.She placed the files on the desk and attempted to leave, but I stopped her in her tracks.“Becky!” I called out.“Yes, ma’am,” she replied, turning to meet my gaze.“Why have you been so distracted and absentminded lately?” I asked, feeling the urge to hear her out.It was unlike her to act this way.She lowered her head, silence creeping in, except for the sudden sound of an outburst.“Is something wrong? Talk to me,” I urged, sensing her unease.“It’s personal, ma’am,” she replied, tears slipping from her eyes. At that moment, I felt compelled to move closer to where she stood.Placing my hands on her shoulders, I reassured her. “You know you can always lean on me, right? I’m not just your boss; I’m also