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."

traversed time and space, reaching Anson's side, who seemed excited and anxious.

wrong. In my next life, I... I'll

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

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

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

Anson asked, suddenly seeming to realize

you because he wanted to apologize to you. It was his dying wish. I..." I choked up, unsure how to explain

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

phone back to

matter how cruel and ruthless he was, his last smile

who Atlas had called in overnight, had arrived at Trestlewood and went

curled up, then knelt in front of the

knew how helpless she must be feeling right now. She had lost her parents, and she couldn't afford to lose her last family

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