On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 300

Amy fell silent, her expression unreadable.

Karen smiled and gently patted her head, but Amy still said nothing.

Everyone was talking about how Mommy Catherine was pregnant. Amy had even overheard her grandmother saying that if the baby was a boy, he could inherit the family business. But her mommy had promised her that even though she was a girl, she would be their only child and could inherit everything from both of them. Mommy Catherine used to say the same thing.

Why had everything changed so suddenly? Amy couldn’t understand.

On the eve of his wedding to Catherine, Lance met with her in his car and handed her a document.

“What’s this?” she asked with a smile.

Lance rubbed his temples. “It’s a prenuptial agreement. I don’t care how my grandmother distributes her assets, but ninety-five percent of everything under my name, including The Smith Group, will go to Amy. The wedding is tomorrow. I need you to sign this.”

Catherine’s face fell. “Lance, the baby I’m carrying is your child too. Even if he can’t have the same as Amy, the difference shouldn’t be this drastic. When he’s born, will he think his own father doesn’t love him?”

“Five percent of my assets is more than enough for you and the child to live comfortably for the rest of your lives,” Lance said flatly. “Catherine, I know you’re not the kind of person who cares about material things. Right?”

Catherine was silent for a moment. Then, she picked up the pen and signed her name.

She handed it back with a smile. “You’re right. I will treat Amy as my own daughter, and I’m sure she will be good to me in return. Money is just a worldly possession. I’ve never cared for it.”

Lance nodded. “It’s getting late. You should go.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lance sat alone in his car for a while. Just as he was about to head home, he heard a series of piercing screams coming from the direction of the Brown estate.

The autopsy report came back the next afternoon. It revealed a lethal level of alcohol in Gabriel’s system. The police ruled his death an accident—a drunken fall. No foul play was suspected.

When Jessica heard the news in her office, she sat in stunned silence for hours. It wasn’t until the sun began to set that she belatedly raised a hand to her face and realized it was wet with tears. Gabriel, the boy she had grown up with, was gone.

Her phone vibrated violently, startling her. She snatched it up and answered.

“It’s me.”

“George?”

“There’s something suspicious about Gabriel’s death. Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”