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."

time and space, reaching Anson's side, who seemed excited and anxious. "Is that really

never... see you again. I was wrong. In

exhausted all his strength. He looked at me with a smile, then tilted his head to the side

happened to you? Millard... Millard, where are you? Chlo, he...

said, "Anson, he... he's no longer with us. He was brave

Anson asked, suddenly seeming to realize something. He sighed deeply after

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

he repented in the end. I'm glad you're safe. Come back and tell me everything." Then, he hung up, but I could

the phone back to

on Millard, who had already breathed his last. No matter how cruel and ruthless he was, his last smile was like that of

called in overnight, had arrived at Trestlewood

in the corner, curled up, then knelt in front of the

I knew how helpless she must be feeling right now. She had

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