Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 971:

Nathan stood paralyzed in disbelief, his jaw working soundlessly before finding his voice. “Dad! What preposterous scenario has your imagination conjured?”

Massaging the tender spot on his skull with obvious indignation, he jabbed an urgent finger toward the cowering woman beside him. “She is Ophelia’s maid…”

Before the explanation could fully materialize, Rodger’s palm whistled through the air and connected with the other side of Nathan’s head with even greater ferocity.

This second assault, delivered with increased vigor, sent shockwaves of pain radiating through Nathan’s skull, contorting his features into a mask of agony.

Rodger had transcended mere anger, his complexion darkening to an alarming shade as veins bulged prominently at his temples. His voice quavered with unbridled emotion. “You embody nothing but disgrace to our family name! Complete and utter disgrace!”

He pounded his fist against his chest repeatedly, the physical manifestation of his spiritual anguish, his features crumpling under the crushing weight of perceived betrayal.

“Your behavior defies comprehension! Entangled romantically with Ophelia’s maid? Have you contemplated the volcanic eruption Ophelia will unleash when this information reaches her ears? If word gets out, how will our family show our face in public?”

In Rodger’s mind, this revelation constituted nothing short of an apocalyptic disaster. Among all the potential paramours in existence, his son had selected Ophelia’s personal servant! Should Sadie detect even a whiff of this betrayal, would their planned nuptials survive such treachery? Would she maintain any desire to nurture the precious Higgins heir growing within her?

Anxiety consumed Rodger so completely that his body could no longer remain stationary, propelling him into frenzied circular patterns across the expensive Persian carpet.noveldrama

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No, Sadie must remain forever ignorant of this transgression. Or, perhaps he should hasten to the hospital this instant, preemptively confess the situation, offer profuse apologies, and implore her forgiveness? He could fabricate some narrative about Nathan’s temporary confusion, pledging such behavior would never recur.

Nathan observed his father’s apocalyptic meltdown with a mixture of incredulity and mounting frustration. The sheer absurdity of this misunderstanding bordered on the surreal. What bizarre narratives had been fermenting in his father’s overactive imagination?

“Dad! You’ve misinterpreted everything!” He lunged forward, seizing Rodger’s shoulders with desperate urgency. “Ophelia dispatched Ivy to the hospital with malicious intent toward Sadie! This woman infiltrated the hospital masquerading as a nurse and attempted to inject Sadie with an unidentified substance. I intercepted her intervention mere seconds before disaster!”

Rodger’s entire body petrified mid-stride, color gradually receding from his features. He remained immobilized in shocked suspension for what seemed an eternity before exhaling a prolonged, shuddering breath of profound relief. At least, his son had not violated his commitment to Sadie.

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