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

I was wrong. In my next life, I...

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

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

retracted my outstretched hand and said, "Anson, he... he's no longer with us. He was brave to the end and protected all

asked, suddenly seeming to

to you. It was his

you're safe. Come back and

handed the phone back to

how cruel and ruthless he was, his last smile was like that of a

from Foswood, who Atlas had called in overnight,

curled up, then

I stayed by Anya's side, comforting her. I knew how helpless she must be feeling right now. She had lost her parents, and

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