Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1067:

Noah smoothed the hem of his suit jacket, exhaled slowly, and swung open the car door.

With measured steps and a calm resolve, he crossed the gravel path toward Castro Manor.

Inside, the living room was cloaked in silence. Ralph sat poised in the center of the sofa, spine straight and hands folded. His expression was carved from stone—stern, still, unreadable.

Noah halted a respectful distance away and inclined his head. “Mr. Castro.”

The elder’s gaze rose, deliberate and unhurried.

His eyes flicked to the silver mask veiling Noah’s face, lingered a beat, then slid toward Blaine and Alfredo, who hovered like shadows at the room’s edge.

“Blaine, Alfredo, leave us.” The words were soft, yet each syllable landed with immutable finality.

with Noah—and Alfredo, stationed like

twitched. He drew a breath, the beginning of a question rising in his

the need for secrecy? What did his grandfather

eyes snapped to him. There was no mistaking

protest crumbled before it could

heel and

steeped in muted grandeur, now held

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the room with unhurried steps and settled into the seat

cool precision. “If you have something to say, Mr. Castro, just say it,” Noah said, his voice clipped, deliberate. “Sending away your grandson and your butler—does that mean

glasses with slow, practiced fingers. His

truth. The stature, the voice, and most of