Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 133

The moment Hans tumbled down the stairs, everyone on the street and inside the café froze in shock. “A child-! A child just fell!”

As bystanders rushed to call an ambulance and check on the boy, Tricia came tearing out of the café like a woman possessed. “My son!” she screamed.

She pushed through the crowd and gathered Hans into her arms, her sobs raw and desperate. “It’s my fault–I couldn’t protect you. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry!”

Xavier and Rachel came rushing down behind her, only to be met by Tricia’s wild, tear–filled eyes and accusatory finger. “It was them! They pushed my son down the

stairs!”

“What kind of people could do something so cruel to a child?” someone in the

crowd shouted.

“They’re monsters, that’s what they are!”

Angry voices swelled all around them. Xavier, red–faced and frantic, tried to defend himself. “That’s a lie! She’s the one who pushed her own child!”

“That’s right! We had nothing to do with it–she did it herself.” Rachel’s voice trembled as she tried to explain.

But with the tragedy already unfolding, no other witnesses upstairs, and a child lying injured on the ground, nobody could say for sure who was telling the truth.

Tricia held Hans to her chest, her mind fraying at the edges. “He’s my son! Why would I ever hurt him? I know you want me gone–for your daughter’s sake. Fine, I’ll

leave. But Hans is innocent!”

Her frantic cries and Hans’s weak sobs tugged

all the outrage turned on the Sterlings. Someone hurled a half–empty cup of coffee at Xavier and

the brunt of it–the hot liquid splattered

clothes.

the venom in the crowd’s jeers, Xavier tried to say something. But a sharp pain seized his chest, his breath caught, and his

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clothes, grabbed his arm. “Xavier!

arrived, having raced over the moment he got the call. The scene was chaos: strangers clustered in panic, Tricia sobbing over Hans, Rachel on the

spotting him. “Hans–he’s not going

darted to the boy in her

I never should have brought him here!” Tricia

jaw clenched, his expression

ambulance the bystanders had called was stuck in traffic, but another finally arrived, already carrying a patient–there was only space for one

the most critical case be

“Evander,

at Xavier, whose face was ashen. She broke down, desperate. “Evander! He’s your father–in–law! He’s having a heart

you want to let him die too?” Tricia screamed, her accusations echoing. “He was fine a minute ago, now

the child is innocent–let the

boy

shouting their agreement, Rachel stood frozen, her