Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death-Chapter 152: Daddy and Mommy Kissed

Hector Chaucer arranged for the finance department to transfer thirty thousand monthly to Lillian Jewel for living expenses.

This was solely because she was his biological mother.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t even get that thirty thousand.

Without a second word, he said coldly, "If you think thirty thousand isn’t enough, then go get a job. Earn as much as you want to spend."

After speaking, he didn’t give Lillian Jewel any chance to reply and strode past her coldly.

Lillian Jewel wanted to step forward to continue pleading but was stopped by Gordon Lowell.

"Madam, if you say one more word, the Family Head might really kick you out of The Chaucer Family."

She knew her son always meant what he said.

Indeed, she dared not speak again and could only watch Hector Chaucer’s back gradually recede.

On the arch bridge by the lotus pond, Hector Chaucer slowed his steps and said to Gordon Lowell beside him, "Start an investigation."

Understanding his meaning, Gordon Lowell said, "Family Head, I also suspect that your car accident is related to both Madam and Mr. Chaucer. I’ll start investigating now."

...

The Chaucer Estate, The West Wing.

After parting with her son Hector Chaucer, Lillian Jewel went to see Caleb Chaucer.

Caleb Chaucer is now eighty-four.

Lillian Jewel, just over fifty, maintained herself very well, not looking like a woman in her fifties, but more like someone just over forty, still quite charming.

Sitting together, Caleb Chaucer in his wheelchair and Lillian Jewel elegantly seated nearby, peeling an orange.

They seemed like a father and daughter.

After peeling the orange, Lillian Jewel handed over the slices, "Old Master, you promised me before that I’d help you contact people outside, and you’d reward me. Isn’t it time to fulfill that promise?"

Lillian Jewel was very beautiful.

She was the kind of seductive and alluring woman capable of causing chaos.

But Caleb Chaucer never looked twice at Lillian Jewel.

He looked down on women like her who climbed up by selling their bodies.

She was just a lowly woman.

For money, she was even willing to betray her own son.

Such a woman could only be a disposable pawn on a chessboard.

The old master loved oranges, but he didn’t even glance at the ones Lillian Jewel peeled, saying indifferently, "Didn’t Hector Chaucer survive?"

Lillian Jewel panicked, "But I risked becoming estranged from Hector to help you. Old Master, you can’t leave me penniless, can you?"

Mr. Chaucer felt that with her around, even the air felt polluted. "My condition was that Hector Chaucer must die. But did he die?"

Hector Chaucer did not die.

So, Lillian Jewel’s only value was gone.

"What should I do then? Shall I contact someone outside again to arrange another accident?"

Mr. Chaucer said no more.

Now imprisoned by Hector in the estate’s The West Wing, contacting anyone outside was nearly impossible.

Besides, Hector has started to suspect.

Even though he never acknowledged Hector Chaucer’s identity, he had to admire Hector’s capabilities.

None of his sons could compare to him.

To overthrow him and regain control of The Chaucer Family, one must be even more cautious.

Caleb Chaucer closed his eyes, his voice detached, "You’ve been exposed. Don’t come to The West Wing anymore."

Lillian Jewel was unwilling to accept such an outcome.

She risked a fallout with her own son to help the old master, yet ended up with nothing.

She grabbed Mr. Chaucer’s hand, "Old Master, even though Hector didn’t die, I still helped you. At least fulfill part of your promise. The three thousand a month Hector gives me isn’t enough for my expenses. You know, maintaining relationships in the elite circle requires money."

Mr. Chaucer finally opened his eyes, looking at her with disdain, "Did you forget, you started as a maid in The Chaucer family with a salary of only eight or nine thousand?"

Three thousand wasn’t enough for her.

Greedy woman.

Willing to sell out her own son, Mr. Chaucer had no intention of trusting her.

A pawn holds no value once it’s been played out.

"Get out!"

The old master uttered this word indifferently and closed his eyes again.

Though spoken in a flat tone, Lillian Jewel dared not utter another word.

Knowing Mr. Chaucer’s ruthlessness, if she angered him, even her life wouldn’t be safe.

Even though Mr. Chaucer was imprisoned in The West Wing by Hector, he still had connections outside.

Forced to swallow her pride, she obediently left.

Before leaving, she even pretended to be kind, covering him with a blanket.

Only after exiting The West Wing did she dare to crush the peeled orange in her hand.

She wouldn’t be getting the thirty million Mr. Chaucer promised.

It seems she needed to come up with a new plan.

...

The Chaucer Family Pharmaceutical Factory.

Hector Chaucer walked out from the workshop and returned to his office.

Gordon Lowell was beside him, reporting:

"Family Head, you were right. The car accident was indeed related to your mother. The old master promised her thirty million if you died. But there’s more bad news: the truck driver with cancer stabbed his own throat with a chopstick in detention. He might not make it. Even if he does, we probably won’t get any useful clues from him."

Thirty million!

Ha, his biological mother sold him out for thirty million.

Hector Chaucer paused as he removed his white work uniform.

He clenched his fists powerlessly, trying to grasp something, but there was nothing to hold onto.

Seeing his utterly shattered expression, Gordon Lowell couldn’t help but comfort him, "Family Head, don’t be too upset."

"They don’t love you, but there are others who will."

"Once you marry Miss Linden, and you have children, your family will surely be happy."

"Those who hurt you aren’t important, don’t let it get to you."

Gordon Lowell had known Hector Chaucer since middle school.

At that time, his mother was ill, and they couldn’t even afford the medical bills amounting to a few thousand.

He knelt outside the hospital, pleading for help from kind-hearted people.

No one believed him, thinking he was a scammer.

Only Hector Chaucer stopped and paid all of his mother’s medical expenses.

From that moment on, Gordon vowed that his life belonged to Hector.

He was not just his Family Head but his brother, friend.

"Family Head, you also have me."

Hector felt gratified.

In his most down-and-out times, Gordon didn’t leave him.

His successful jailbreak and subsequent return to The Chaucer Family, reclaiming authority, owed much to Gordon.

He patted Gordon’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, I won’t let those things weigh on my mind."

"I’m used to it, numb to it by now."

Moreover, at the mention of Tiana Linden, the cloud over his heart would instantly dispel by more than half.

He removed his white work uniform and left the pharmaceutical factory’s office, "Let’s go to Eastmere Kindergarten."

...

Eastmere Kindergarten.

Daisy and Laura were in art class.

The art teacher for this class was Aiden Grant.

Lately, Aiden had lost interest in many matters concerning Linden-Grant Pharmaceuticals.

His whole heart was focused on Daisy and Tiana Linden.

He had invested a billion in Eastmere Kindergarten to become an art teacher and sports coach, and it had been some time since.

Daisy remained cold towards him.

The discerning Aiden no longer approached her, fearing she’d find him annoying.

Every lesson, he watched Daisy from afar.

Sometimes, when Daisy was seriously painting, he would quietly watch by her side.

He regretted missing the first five years of her life but planned to accompany her through kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, college... hoping someday Daisy would forgive him.

He stood behind Daisy.

Quietly watching the small figure in front of him.

He and his daughter were so physically close, yet it felt as if they were separated by a vast distance.

Daisy whispered to Laura.

"Laura, you know, I saw Mom and Dad hugging and kissing on the couch."

"Really? Does that mean you’ll soon have a little brother or sister? I heard from my classmates that once adults kiss, they can have a baby."

Daisy covered her mouth, giggling, "I want Mom and Dad to have a little sister first, one as cute as Penelope. Then they can have a little brother."

Laura asked, "Why not have them at the same time?"

Daisy also asked, "Can Mom’s tummy hold two babies at the same time?"