Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

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."

who seemed

see you again. I was wrong. In

strength. He looked at me with a smile, then tilted his

talking. "What happened to you? Millard... Millard, where are you? Chlo, he... where

"Anson, he... he's no longer with us. He was brave to the end and protected

Anson asked, suddenly seeming to realize something. He sighed

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

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

the phone back

was,

had called in overnight, had arrived at Trestlewood and went straight to the emergency

corner, curled up, then knelt in front of the

my father. I stayed by Anya's side, comforting her. I knew how helpless she must be feeling right

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