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 a sentinel nearby,

jaw twitched. He drew a breath, the beginning of a

What did his grandfather see in Patrick that warranted

eyes snapped to him.

before it

bow, he turned on his heel and

grandeur, now held a silence so dense it felt almost

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crossed the room with unhurried steps and settled into the

just say it,” Noah said, his voice clipped, deliberate. “Sending away your grandson and your butler—does that mean this is something you

slow, practiced fingers. His eyes narrowed as he studied the man

but not the truth. The stature, the voice, and most of all, the eyes—dark, stormy, unmistakable—stirred memories