On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 189

Jessica froze for a second, then let out a scornful laugh. “Important or not, I know that when I called you for help, you were always with Catherine Brown. If it weren’t for him, Lawrence Harris would have tortured me to death by now.”

Lance’s fingers trembled. His voice was strained, hoarse. “Are you saying… that night you called me, it was because Lawrence Harris…”

“Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore,” Jessica cut him off.

Lance grabbed her hand. “If I had…”

Before he could finish, Catherine walked in. “Amy, I brought you… Am I interrupting something?”

Jessica scoffed and pulled her hand away from Lance. “Amy, Mommy will be back tonight to see you.”

Amy’s eyes darted back and forth. “Mom Catherine can stay with me. It’s okay if you don’t come.”

“Oh,” Jessica said flatly. “Alright then. I won’t come tonight.”

“Amy!” Lance’s voice was sharper and more severe than she had ever heard it. “Apologize to your mother.”

Amy was stunned into silence, clutching her blanket tightly.

“Amy, apologize to your mother now,” Lance repeated.

Amy flinched and mumbled to Jessica, “I’m sorry.”

Catherine looked uncomfortable. “Lance, why are you being so harsh? She’s just a child, and she’s sick. You’re going too far.”

“She needs to learn some respect,” Lance said coldly.

Amy threw her arms around Catherine’s waist, burying her tear-streaked face in her side and pouting at Lance.

Lance’s hand jerked, and the spoon he was holding clattered to the floor. He stared at his daughter in disbelief. “What did you say? Say that again.”

“When Mommy came to see me earlier, I saw a report in her purse,” Amy explained. “I took a picture of it with my watch and asked a nurse. The nurse said it’s a pregnancy report. Am I going to be a big sister?”

She seemed happy about the idea. Whether it was a brother or a sister, they would be younger than her. She wouldn’t be the baby of the family anymore.

Lance’s face, however, was dark.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Amy asked, tugging on his wrist.

Lance shook his head. He got a new set of utensils and began feeding his daughter. “Amy, don’t tell anyone about this, especially not your great-grandmother. Understand?”

Amy didn’t know why, but she nodded obediently. “Okay, I won’t.”