Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death-Chapter 155: Both Fall Onto the Soft Bed

As they spoke, Lillian Jewel poured a cup of tea for Hector Chaucer.

Passing it over, she said, "Hector, try the new health tea your mother has blended."

Hector Chaucer accepted the tea.

But the next moment, crash.

The teacup shattered on the carpet.

Tea splashed up, and pieces scattered.

One shard happened to scratch across Lillian Jewel’s hand, immediately drawing blood.

Hissing in pain, Lillian Jewel frowned.

Seeing the murderous intent in Hector Chaucer’s icy eyes, Lillian Jewel was terrified.

The man before her was no longer the small boy she could freely beat and berate at will.

He had hidden his talents in The Chaucer Family, endured countless hardships, survived as if by chance, and ultimately overthrew even someone as ruthless as Caleb Chaucer, imprisoning him in the West Wing of the estate.

Even though she was Hector Chaucer’s biological mother, she feared him when he was vicious.

At this moment, Hector Chaucer coldly warned, "If you dare hurt Tiana Linden, you’ll end up like this teacup."

Lillian Jewel’s hand, clutching her wound, trembled slightly.

She lifted her eyes, forcing a smile.

"Hector, how could Mom dare harm the woman you love?"

"I just want to advise you, even if Tiana saved you when she was young, she had a child with Aiden Grant. She’s not worthy of you."

Crunch, crunch.

The ceramic shards on the ground crushed under Hector Chaucer’s feet.

He stepped over the shards, approaching Lillian Jewel step by step.

With a slight reach, he gripped Lillian Jewel’s neck.

"Who gave you the right to slander her like that?"

Tiana Linden was the best woman in this world.

The only beam of light that shone into his heart during countless dark days.

The sole motivation driving him to survive betrayal from his family, time and again.

The woman he’s willing to protect with his life.

No one could slander her like that.

This world, hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

Even those closest to him could repeatedly plot to take his life for their gain.

Only Tiana Linden was the sole purity in this foul world.

He tightened his grip on Lillian Jewel’s neck.

Those beautifully manicured hands clawed at his arm, her still charming face turning red.

Lillian Jewel was nearly out of breath.

Countless times since childhood, Hector Chaucer wanted to kill this toxic woman.

But she happened to be his biological mother.

The world thought Hector Chaucer was ruthless, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hurt his own mother.

Just as Lillian Jewel’s face turned blue and purple, approaching death, he eventually let go.

This blood kinship was like a tumor within him.

Cutting it would hurt.

Not cutting it would also hurt.

"If you dare slander Tiana again, I won’t mind preparing your funeral in advance."

Lillian Jewel suddenly seemed like a deflated balloon.

She collapsed on the sofa, gasping for fresh air.

After warning Lillian Jewel, Hector Chaucer turned and left coldly.

Just a few steps away, his head spun.

The next second, his mind blanked.

His tall and strong body collapsed completely.

Once Lillian Jewel recovered, seeing Hector Chaucer knocked out on the carpet, a satisfied smile appeared.

At this moment, the aromatherapy by her side continued to burn.

Smoke rose.

The scent was pungent.

It was a hallucinogenic drug she bought abroad.

The potency of the drug was truly impressive.

Hector Chaucer lasted less than two minutes before passing out.

Lillian Jewel walked to the door, locked it from the inside, and then slowly returned to Hector Chaucer, crouching down.

"Too clever by half, I told you to try my newly brewed tea."

The pre-brewed tea just happened to avoid the hallucinogenic effects of the aroma.

She contemptuously patted Hector Chaucer’s firm, handsome, and perfect face:

"Son, being too wary of your own mother might not be a good thing."

At this moment, two women walked out of the room.

One fair-skinned and beautiful, young and pretty.

The other, like Lillian Jewel, still held her charm.

The two looked somewhat alike, clearly a mother and daughter.

The charming one was Lillian Jewel’s card-playing friend.

A wealthy wife in this high-society circle.

But like Lillian Jewel, she was a mistress who rose in status.

Yet her luck was better; she bedded an old man thirty years her senior, at least driving away his previous wife and earning her title, becoming the legitimate Mrs. Sullivan.

Mrs. Sullivan approached with a smile, "Lillian, as long as my daughter’s affair with your son succeeds, whether your son is willing to marry her or not, the thirty million I promised you will be yours."

Mrs. Sullivan’s daughter, Sophia Sullivan, was preparing to lift Hector Chaucer.

The man seemed tall and slender, yet so heavy.

"Mom, Aunt Lillian, help me. Hector’s entire body is burning up."

Lillian Jewel helped lift Hector Chaucer, "Burning is just right. When the drug kicks in, he’ll make you very happy."

The three of them together managed to get Hector Chaucer onto the bed in the room.

Lillian Jewel looked at her exceptionally remarkable son.

He exuded a strong masculine aura and powerful sexual tension all over.

After being knocked out, with each breath, the veins and Adam’s apple in his neck outlined a potent hormonal aura.

Lillian Jewel patted Sophia Sullivan’s shoulder, smiling, "Sophia, my son is the best catch on earth. You’re in for quite a treat."

What she meant by ’treat’ was sexual pleasure.

The way she said it stirred something in Sophia Sullivan.

"Aunt Lillian, whether or not I become your daughter-in-law, you will be my true mother from now on."

Lillian Jewel had been fooled by Caleb Chaucer once.

This time, she wasn’t that stupid.

She spread her hands, "Now cash in the check, don’t wait until after you and my son are in bed, and you two women pull a Caleb Chaucer on me."

Sophia Sullivan started to take off Hector Chaucer’s shoes, "It’s not done yet."

"If you don’t cash it now, I’ll call Gordon Lowell in from outside and see how you still do business with my son."

Mrs. Sullivan thought for a moment, thirty million, for her daughter to sleep with the Patriarch Chaucer once, it’s worth it.

If Sophia could bear Hector’s child, there would be no fear of not becoming the Madam Chaucer in the future.

"Okay, okay, okay, cash it now, now, Lillian, let’s go out and let the children take care of their business."

Mrs. Sullivan pulled Lillian Jewel out of the room, making sure to lock the door from the outside.

Before locking, she didn’t forget to instruct her daughter inside, "Sophia, get Young Master Chaucer to bed quickly, don’t delay the crucial matter."

East Wing, outside the guest room door.

Gordon Lowell calculated the time, the Patriarch had been inside for ten minutes, why hadn’t he come out yet.

He patted the door of the guest room, "Patriarch?"

The door was locked by Lillian Jewel, who shouted, "Stop knocking, Hector is in the bathroom with diarrhea."

Gordon Lowell found it strange, the Patriarch hadn’t eaten anything bad, how could he have diarrhea?

At that moment, Sophia Sullivan’s cries suddenly came from the room.

Mrs. Sullivan was still there, feeling smug, "Could it be? Crying so soon. Lillian, seems your son is quite energetic, not like those old men, useless."

Just when Mrs. Sullivan thought her daughter would definitely succeed in climbing up like herself, Sophia Sullivan ran out crying with disheveled clothes.

Blood flowed from her forehead.

That was when Hector woke up and hit her with a vase when she intended to take advantage of him.

At this moment, Hector came out from inside.

He leaned against the sofa, knuckles deeply embedded in it, a muffled groan of suppression escaping his throat.

Sweat rolled down his jawline, along the tense muscles of his neck, dripping one by one into the neckline of his open black shirt.

The scene before him seemed to be immersed in boiling water.

Hector felt his whole body burning intensely, teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness, and he fixed his sharp gaze on Lillian Jewel, "When did you drug me?"

Lillian Jewel shivered at her son’s terrifying, murderous look.

She pushed the bleeding Sophia Sullivan, "Sophia, didn’t you want to sleep with my son? Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

Sophia Sullivan cried, trembling, "I don’t want to, he’ll kill me."

Hector looked at Sophia Sullivan.

The muscles of his neck heaved, like a cheetah stretching its muscles.

Every inch of muscle exuded a dangerous aura.

Sophia Sullivan, frightened, grabbed Mrs. Sullivan, legs weak, stumbled, and fled out as soon as the door was opened.

Outside, Gordon Lowell thought if Lillian Jewel didn’t open the door soon, he would have to break in.

Seeing the sudden appearance of an old and a young woman, the younger one’s forehead also bleeding, and both fled in a mess.

Gordon Lowell thought this wasn’t good.

Wasn’t that the Sullivans’ daughter who always wanted to marry the Patriarch, Sophia Sullivan?

Gordon Lowell hurriedly entered the room, supporting Hector, "Patriarch, Patriarch, what happened to you?"

Burning hot.

Scary hot.

"What did you do to the Patriarch?" Gordon Lowell glared at Lillian Jewel; this woman was truly vicious, repeatedly scheming against her own son.

Hector slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were filled with surging heat, "Gordon, back to The Sovereign..."

...

The Sovereign.

Tiana Linden pushed open the small side gate in front of the villa, carrying large and small bags inside.

Butler Lowell, fertilizing the plants, hurriedly put down the fertilizer bucket to help with the stuff.

"Miss Linden, bought so many things?"

"Yes, all seasonal clothes. Butler Lowell, I also bought gifts for you and Aunt Lowell."

"Oh dear, Miss Linden, why trouble yourself, we two old folks have clothes to wear."

"It’s the change of season, everyone gets something."

"Miss Linden, where is Daisy?"

"Just took clothes to my parents, she’s next door playing games with Laura."

The people she kept around her now were all kind and loving towards her.

Whether it’s Leo Sutton, Gabriel Chaucer, Catherine Armstrong, or Butler and Aunt Lowell, and Gordon Lowell, and Hector Chaucer.

Each one felt like family to her.

So, before the weather turned completely cool, she bought seasonal clothes for everyone.

Looking at the vibrant blooms of lisianthus in the courtyard, Tiana felt content, "Butler Lowell, the flowers you’ve planted are so beautiful!"

Butler Lowell laughed, "I just occasionally fertilize them, actually, most of the time it’s Mr. Chaucer tending to these lisianthus because he knows you love them, Miss Linden."

Looking at that sea of flowers, each lisianthus bloom was radiant.

They swayed with the evening light, dancing in the wind.

Tiana also fell into a brief contemplation, remembering the embrace from three days ago, the kiss from four days ago...

When Hector kissed her, he was obviously inexperienced, shy like a boy just entering adolescence.

Looking at each lisianthus swaying in the breeze, Tiana couldn’t help but ask herself: what exactly were Hector’s feelings for her?

Just then, an off-road vehicle rushed into the courtyard.

Before it reached the garage, it came to a sudden stop.

Tiana watched as Gordon Lowell helped the flushed Hector out of the car, and she quickly stepped in to help.

Supporting Hector’s arm, through a layer of black shirt, Tiana could feel his body burning hot, frighteningly so, "Gordon, why is Hector so hot all over?"

Gordon Lowell: "Let’s talk inside."

The two managed to get Hector into the room.

Behind them, a worried Aunt and Butler Lowell were asking questions non-stop.

Gordon and Tiana laid Hector on the bed, then pushed Butler and Aunt Lowell out, "Dad, Mom, please go out for now."

The room now only had Tiana, Hector, and Gordon Lowell.

Gordon explained the whole story to Tiana, and then with pleading eyes, he looked at Tiana, "Miss Linden, I’m asking you, this matter can only be you."

Gordon hesitated.

He knew the Patriarch couldn’t bear to let Miss Linden suffer any grievances, and wouldn’t force her.

So, he added,

"Miss Linden, if you aren’t willing, just come out and lock the door."

"But, I hope you can care for our Patriarch, please."

With that, Gordon closed the door and left.

Tiana, still processing it all, was stunned by the bedside, "No, this..."

Before she could react, a searing arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into the soft bed.