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!”

okay! Where’s the ambulance? Where is it?” Her frantic cries and Hans’s weak sobs tugged at the hearts of those watching–how could a mother not love

hurled a half–empty cup

of it–the hot liquid splattered across

clothes.

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

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own soaked clothes, grabbed his

Evander arrived, having raced over the moment he got the call. The scene was chaos:

Tricia wailed, spotting him. “Hans–he’s not

boy in her

pushed Hans down the stairs–it’s my fault too, I never should have brought him here!” Tricia sobbed, her

jaw clenched, his

traffic, but another finally arrived, already carrying a patient–there was only space for

insisted the most critical case be

grabbed Evander’s hand, her panic barely contained. “Evander,

desperate. “Evander!

the stairs! You’ve already hurt him–now you want to let him die too?” Tricia screamed, her accusations echoing. “He was fine a minute ago, now suddenly he’s having a heart attack? Who’s

is innocent–let

The boy

half the crowd shouting their agreement, Rachel