HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 211

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 211**

“Mr. Daven, your coffee is waiting for you on the table,” Arsen announced cheerfully, his voice echoing softly in the dining area.

As Daven descended the staircase, the sight of Arsen’s eager face was enough to tighten the lines of irritation on his forehead.

“What about you, Andy? Did you also cut your rest short because the thought of work was just too tempting?” Daven directed his question toward Andy, who lingered near the entrance of the apartment, his posture slightly awkward.

Andy appeared flustered for a moment, but then a broad smile broke across his face. “I’m all good now, Mr. Daven. Mr. Arsen mentioned that your schedule is jam-packed for the next couple of days. I couldn’t just leave you to tackle everything alone, sir.”

Daven clicked his tongue in annoyance, fully aware that once they made up their minds, there was no swaying them. Arsen, especially, was already thrusting his work tablet towards Daven, eager to share the latest updates on Harold.

“The police have released a new update regarding Harold’s whereabouts, Mr. Daven,” Arsen stated, his voice still tinged with anger. The memory of Harold’s betrayal lingered like a bitter taste in his mouth. It was a wound that refused to heal, and while Arsen’s instincts screamed for vengeance, Daven preferred to keep his hands clean of such mess. “It’s been confirmed that he fled with several of his loyal staff members. He’s likely already overseas. The police and the attorney general’s office are working tirelessly to track him down and ensure he faces justice.”

Daven accepted the tablet from Arsen, though his interest was lukewarm at best. This was the kind of news he had anticipated. “So, Harold is making headlines again, is he?”

His fingers danced across the screen, scrolling through a torrent of reports that dominated SunCity’s news cycle. Images of demonstrations filled the display—crowds of citizens rallying in front of city hall, their voices rising in a chorus of demands for Harold to be held accountable for the policies that had burdened the populace. Scandals of corruption, meticulously orchestrated by Harold and his inner circle, were finally surfacing like dark secrets from the depths.

The man had been foolish. No matter how skillfully one tried to conceal decay, it always found a way to seep through the cracks.

“You’re right, Mr. Daven,” Arsen affirmed with a resolute nod. “The city is in an uproar. Every news station is broadcasting it on repeat. The fraud and embezzlement scandal involving Company C is now front-page news. Mr. Chris has managed to keep the last project involving you completely under wraps.”

Daven leaned back against the sofa, a calm smile playing on his lips, almost as if he found amusement in the chaos. “If my name ever resurfaces on the front page again, I have no doubt they will feel the repercussions as well.”

Arsen immediately grasped who Daven referred to with “they.”

“Finally, the filth is out in the open where it belongs, and there’s no stopping the damage now,” Daven said, a satisfied smirk curling his lips as he reached for the cup of coffee Arsen had brought him. He took a deliberate sip, relishing the warmth that slid down his throat.

Despite the myriad of unresolved issues looming over him, this morning brought with it a rare moment of tranquility. Perhaps it was because, for once, he could see with his own eyes that both Arsen and Andy were safe and standing beside him. To Daven, they were not merely employees; they were his closest allies, his confidants.

“And it’s not just the issues surrounding Callister Group, sir.” Arsen gestured toward the bottom of the screen, his expression serious.

“Cancel the morning meeting with the commissioners. I’m not prepared to face them yet,” Daven interjected, rising and smoothing the front of his blazer. “But the meeting with Chris Miller stays.”

“But your morning agenda—”

“Get the car ready, Andy. I want to see Josh this morning.”

Andy and Arsen exchanged a quick, bewildered glance. Don’t tell me…

“Why are you both looking at me like that? His mother has given me permission to see Josh.”

“Ah—of course!” Arsen’s face broke into a wide grin. “Very well, Mr. Daven. We’ll prepare everything for your visit to Young Master Josh.”

Finally, something good was on the horizon. After days consumed by problems that drained his time and energy, this morning, Daven moved with a newfound spark of happiness in his stride. Arsen noticed it too—especially the large paper bag Daven carried, undoubtedly filled with a special gift for his son.

Arsen could only hope… that when the moment arrived, Daven would finally muster the courage to say it clearly, without hesitation. That Daven Callister was the biological father of Josh Grayson.