Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1270 The Devil’s Regrets



There was a moment of silence, and I anxiously gripped the phone in my hand. Truth be told, I had been afraid that Anson wouldn't pick up or would say something hurtful.

In many ways, I had been lying to Millard before.

But this call was real. There had been no prior communication, and I wasn't sure if Anson would understand my hints.

Anson's silence made me incredibly nervous. I just wanted Millard to receive affirmation from Anson in his last moments.

Once again, I was betting on Anson's kindness.

But I didn't expect Anson to react like this. After a brief pause, he immediately said, "Millard? Did you really find him? Where is he?"

"Dad, listen, Millard wants to talk to you," I said, switching the phone to speaker mode and holding it up to Millard's mouth.

On the phone, Anson called out again. "Millard?"

Millard seemed to gain some strength, as if he had been injected with a stimulant. "Dad... I'm sorry. Dad, I was wrong."

His weak voice traversed time and space, reaching Anson's side, who seemed excited and anxious. "Is that really you, Millard? What happened to you?"

"I'll never... see you again. I was wrong. In my next life, I... I'll be your son again."

After saying that, Millard seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He looked at me with a smile, then tilted his head to the side and took his last breath.

I stood there dumbfounded. Anson was still talking. "What happened to you? Millard... Millard, where are you? Chlo, he... where are you?"

I numbly retracted my outstretched hand and said, "Anson, he... he's no longer with us. He was brave to the end and protected all of us."

"No longer with us?" Anson asked, suddenly seeming to realize something. He sighed deeply after a while.

"Anson, please don't be upset. I called you because he wanted to apologize to you. It was his dying wish. I..." I choked up, unsure how to explain this to Anson.

"You did the right thing. It's good that he repented in the end. I'm glad you're safe. Come back and tell me everything." Then, he hung up, but I could still hear the regret in his voice.

I handed the phone back to Tristan, my eyes fixed on Millard, who had already breathed his last. No matter how cruel and ruthless he was, his last smile was like that of a kind angel. At the very least, I had given him release.

Loak wasn't doing well either. The top experts from Foswood, who Atlas had called in overnight, had arrived at Trestlewood and went straight to the emergency room.

Anya first crouched in the corner, curled up, then knelt in front of the emergency room, constantly praying.

I didn't have time to see my father. I stayed by Anya's side, comforting her. I knew how helpless she must be feeling right now. She had lost her parents, and she couldn't afford to lose her last family member. Content belongs to

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At 4 a.m., we finally received some good news. Loak had been pulled back from the brink of death. Anya collapsed to the ground, covered her face and cried. I patted her thin back.

Before I knew it, she knelt down in front of Atlas and me, thanking us repeatedly. "Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you, Mrs. Chloe."

I quickly pulled her up and hugged her tightly.

An hour later, the results of my father's examination came out. He had been injected with a substance from the Non-Organization, which was the same poison Trinity had been poisoned with. It was the work of the organization.

Atlas immediately decided to return to Foswood.