On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 301

“I’m still at the office,” Jessica said quickly. “I can come to you.”

“I’m actually near Willowbrook Gardens right now,” George replied. “Why don’t we just meet there?”

“Okay!”

After hanging up, Jessica grabbed her phone and her purse, her steps hurried as she rushed out of the building.

When she pulled up to Willowbrook Gardens, she spotted Anthony George waiting by the entrance. She hurried over, slightly out of breath. “What did you mean on the phone?”

He just nodded toward the door, prompting her to open it.

As Jessica punched in the keypad code, George spoke from behind her. “A friend of mine told me that Gabriel Brown’s autopsy report was a fake—someone paid to have it falsified.”

Jessica’s fingers trembled, and the door clicked open.

“Let’s talk inside,” she said, her voice tight.

They walked in side-by-side, and George continued, “That means there’s a high probability Gabriel didn’t kill himself. I suspect he found out something he wasn’t supposed to know and was silenced for it.”

Jessica clenched her fists, her thumb rubbing nervously over her knuckles. “What could it have been? Something worth killing over would have to be… related to another murder, wouldn’t it? Do you think Gabriel found out someone else’s secret about killing someone?”

George nodded grimly. “I’d say that’s a pretty safe bet.”

They entered the living room, and George took a seat on the sofa. Jessica went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of water. She handed one to him before sitting down across from him.

After taking a sip of water, she continued, “The last time I saw Gabriel, we said some horrible things to each other. I never understood why he suddenly became convinced that my mother was responsible for his parents’ death.”

At that, George immediately turned to her. “Tell me everything about that, in detail.”

Jessica nodded, recounting the story from the beginning. “…And that’s basically it. After his parents died, my mother always treated Gabriel like her own son. When I was born about a year later, we grew up as close as siblings. A lot of people even thought we were twins.”

A thoughtful frown creased George’s brow. “Alright, I think I understand.”

“Do you have a plan?” Jessica asked anxiously.

Jessica was speechless.

George changed the subject. “How have you been lately?”

She managed a small smile. “Good, actually. Life is good, work is good. For the first time in a long time, it feels like things are finally looking up.”

“That’s good to hear,” he nodded.

“What about you?” Jessica asked. “I heard you went on some dates a while back. How did that go?”

His gaze deepened, locking onto hers. “What kind of outcome are you hoping for?”

The heat in his eyes was almost searing, and Jessica found she couldn’t meet it. She looked down at her lap, her fingers picking at her knuckles. “It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s what you want that’s important.”

“You’re wrong,” he said, his voice a low, magnetic rumble. “What you want is very important to me.”

A lump formed in Jessica’s throat, and her mind felt like a brewing storm.