Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death-Chapter 176: The Child Is Hector Chaucer’s

Tiana Linden realized things were not looking good and instinctively clenched the corner of her clothes.

She looked at Jesse, whose face was heavy, and asked again, "Jesse, just tell us directly, is Aiden Grant alive or dead, so we can have an idea in our hearts."

Jesse countered, "Madam, do you hope Mr. Grant is alive, or do you hope he just dies like this?"

"..." Tiana couldn’t answer that question.

She didn’t want Aiden to die.

Even though in their past relationship, he had countless wrongs, none of them deserved death.

She didn’t know why her eyes felt moist.

Perhaps it was because last night, Aiden, just like years ago in Klayburg, had unhesitatingly shielded her, protecting her from danger.

He clearly saw the cold glinting knife in the hand of the biker thug.

That long knife, a regulated item back home, was longer and sharper than a watermelon knife.

How could Aiden not think even once before standing in front of her?

She didn’t answer Jesse.

Exhausted, she sank back into the chair, her body feeling limp.

Jesse said, "Mr. Grant has undergone surgery, but he’s still not out of life-threatening danger, still in intensive care. The doctor said if he gets through today, he’ll survive. If not, there’s little hope. Madam, you should pack your things."

Mrs. Walsh and Uncle Carter, who were beside her, didn’t understand Jesse’s words and asked in unison, "Why pack things?"

Jesse replied, "Mr. Grant instructed that if he doesn’t wake up, I’m to safely escort Madam back to the country. He also said if he cannot bring the Madam happiness, he wishes to let go and bless her and Mr. Chaucer."

Suddenly, Tiana felt tears coming to her eyes.

The relationship between her and Aiden wasn’t something as simple as love or hate, nor could it be described in just a few words.

Everyone at the table remained silent.

The atmosphere hung heavily in the air for everyone.

The expressions on everyone’s face were grave, including Daisy.

Jesse continued, "Madam, if Mr. Grant doesn’t wake up, I’ll send you back to Veridia tomorrow. The sea voyage will take about a week, so you should prepare well. Of course, I also hope not to send you back, but necessary preparations should be made in advance, Madam."

Having said that, Jesse left the dining room and returned to the hospital.

The silence at the table remained unbroken.

It wasn’t until several minutes later that Uncle Carter, in disbelief, asked, "Tiana, was Mr. Grant seriously injured last night?"

She shook her head and then nodded.

By then, it was dark, and she hadn’t seen the wound on his back clearly.

She only knew Aiden was bleeding a lot and that the knife held by the biker thug was very long and wide, covered in blood with just one slash.

Beside her, Mrs. Walsh sighed heavily, "Alas, such a contradiction, I wish for Tiana to return to our country, but then again, I don’t. Tiana, should I help you pack your luggage or not?"

Tiana paused for a moment before answering, "Not yet. No matter what, we should see Aiden once."

Just hope he can get through this.

After all, he got severely injured, risking his life to shield her.

That night, Tiana scarcely slept.

She watched Daisy sleep beside her like a kitten.

A mother knows her child best.

She knew Daisy didn’t want Aiden to never wake up again either.

If Aiden could wake up and come to his senses, sending her and Daisy back to reunite with Hector Chaucer would be good.

In the future, Daisy would have an additional father who loves her deeply, which is a blessing.

Aiden was, after all, Daisy’s biological father.

Maybe, with time, the hatred between father and daughter would fade away.

She just didn’t know if Aiden could pull through this crisis.

The night felt long.

Tiana drifted into a drowsy sleep, unsettled with her anxious thoughts.

When she awakened, it was already light outside.

As she took Daisy downstairs, she asked immediately, "Uncle Carter, Mrs. Walsh, has Jesse called?"

Mrs. Walsh shook her head, "No, we got up early waiting for the call too."

It wasn’t until noon that Jesse finally called.

Mrs. Walsh answered the phone.

After she hung up the landline, Mrs. Walsh cried tears of relief, "Tiana, Mr. Grant made it through the danger, he’s awoken. Jesse said after observing for a couple of days, he could be moved to a general ward."

Deep in thought on the sofa for a long while, Tiana finally eased her brows and smiled faintly.

Soon, Carter also returned to the castle, and looking at Tiana, said, "Madam, Mr. Grant has woken up. Would you like to visit him in the hospital? He wants to see you. But he asked me to tell you that if you don’t wish to go, you shouldn’t force yourself. Mr. Grant also wanted me to apologize to you, saying he’ll take care of you and Daisy once he’s recovered and discharged."

Tiana turned to Daisy, sitting beside her, and asked, "Daisy, that person has woken up, do you want to visit him in the hospital?"

"..." The seed of hatred was still buried in Daisy’s heart.

She instinctively turned her head away, her little nose letting out a soft snort, "Hmph, I don’t want to visit that person."

But in truth, the fact that he had woken up made Daisy feel much relieved inside.

Turning away from her mother, she began to shed tears.

Those tears were not purely from pain and hatred but mixed with the complex family bond that was hard to fathom.

Tiana knew Daisy hadn’t fully let go of the past, so she patted Daisy on the head, "It’s alright, if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. Stay here at home, and I’ll be back shortly."

After all, Aiden was gravely injured because of her.

It was right to visit him in the hospital.

She looked at Uncle Carter and Mrs. Walsh, "Uncle Carter, Mrs. Walsh, could you please look after Daisy for me? I’ll just make a quick trip to the hospital."

After Carter took Tiana away, Daisy kept looking towards the outside.

The world outside the window was still blanketed in snow.

The eaves, tree branches, and plants were all covered by the heavy snow.

As she watched the car leave in the snow, Daisy slowly asked, "Grandma Walsh, is that person really out of life-threatening danger? Will he not die anymore?"

Mrs. Walsh looked at her with relief for Aiden, "Daisy, deep down, you are worried about that person, aren’t you?"

"I’m not worried about him at all." Daisy snorted again.

But actually, that person was injured to save her mom, and she somewhat regretted not getting in the car with her mom.

...

At the hospital, Aiden had been moved from intensive care to a regular ward.

He was pale from the excessive blood loss, yet his handsome looks could not be hidden.

When Tiana saw him, he smiled at her, smiling and smiling, tears formed in his eyes.

He just knew, his Tiana wouldn’t abandon him.

His Tiana still worried about his safety.

Those tears were filled with so much grievance.

Seeing his tearful eyes, Tiana stopped a few steps away from him, "Thank you for taking that knife for me. Otherwise, it would be me lying here. I also thank you on behalf of Hector Chaucer; if you hadn’t stood in the way and taken that knife, I might not have been able to keep the child in my womb with Hector."

Aiden Grant’s relief lasted only two seconds.

The name Hector Chaucer shattered all of Aiden Grant’s illusions at this moment.

He originally thought this time he could bridge the gap between him and Tiana Linden, but unexpectedly there was still Hector Chaucer standing between them.

He looked at her belly, "If I remember correctly, today should be 11 weeks and 2 days of pregnancy?"

Yes.

Tiana Linden wrote a diary every day of her pregnancy.

Today is indeed her 11 weeks and 2 days of pregnancy.

If it weren’t for the fact that it’s midwinter and she’s dressed so thickly, her belly might already show a not-too-obvious baby bump.

Unexpectedly, Aiden Grant even remembered this so clearly.

Aiden Grant still looked at her belly and asked, "How are you feeling? Is your body comfortable?"

Tiana Linden nodded, "I’m fine, you should focus on your recovery. Aiden, you mentioned..."

She intended to ask him when he would arrange for them, her and Daisy, to be sent back to Veridia.

Aiden Grant spoke first, "Listen, although this child isn’t mine, I will definitely treat it like my own. The whole pregnancy with Daisy, I missed it. This time, I won’t miss it; I’ll take good care of you until you finish your postpartum confinement and recover."

Tiana Linden frowned, full of confusion, "Aiden, you promised to have Jesse send us back to Veridia."

How can he go back on his word like this?

Aiden Grant’s lips formed a straight line, his face becoming serious and earnest, "I did say to have Jesse send you back to Veridia, but the condition was if I couldn’t make it out of the surgery alive. But now I’m alive. Whatever Hector Chaucer can offer you, I can too."

This man is still so stubborn.

Tiana Linden asked, "Aiden, do you think just because you took a knife for me, I should be grateful and marry you right away?"

Lying in the hospital bed, Aiden Grant was still weak.

His raised thin lips were bloodless, "Listen, I won’t force you. Our relationship needs time to repair. I’ll give you time. No matter how long, I’ll wait."

Tiana Linden took a deep breath.

The smell of disinfectant in the room was suffocating and oppressive.

"So, you still want to keep Daisy and me imprisoned on this island?"

Aiden Grant didn’t answer, but asked back, "Didn’t you always like snowy places? This isn’t called imprisonment."

Tiana Linden: "I’d rather you hadn’t woken up."

Aiden Grant: "You’re saying one thing and meaning another. You were obviously worried about me. When I had surgery, you clearly had the chance to take Daisy and escape, but you didn’t; you waited outside the operating room for my surgery. Doesn’t that show you still care about me?"

Tiana Linden: "Aiden, I admit I don’t want you dead, but that doesn’t mean I’ll reconcile with you. Please understand, don’t misinterpret my feelings."

This hospital visit ended unhappily.

Tiana Linden left the hospital in anger, returning to the castle.

...

Half a month later, Aiden Grant recovered and left the hospital.

A white customized BYD sedan slowly drove into the castle.

Daisy stood in the wind and snow, wearing a hat and scarf, facing the falling snowflakes as she greeted Aiden Grant stepping out of the car.

Aiden Grant’s face broke into an appreciative smile the moment he saw Daisy.

He walked briskly toward her, brushing off the snow on Daisy’s hat and scarf.

"Daisy, are you waiting here especially for Daddy?"

Daisy didn’t answer but instead asked, "Are you fully recovered?"

"Is Daisy caring about Daddy?" The snow felt like knives against his cheeks, yet Aiden Grant’s heart suddenly felt warm.

His cold heart finally felt warmth again.

A grown man, squatting down to look at the little girl before him, suddenly became teary-eyed.

His Daisy was finally also concerned about his well-being.

Daisy didn’t answer his question but instead said without a smile, "Thank you for saving my mom. I heard from Mom that we still can’t leave this island. I’d be grateful if you send us back, but if you keep us here, I won’t acknowledge you."

Having said that, Daisy turned her head and walked away.

The little girl left a row of tiny footprints in the snow.

Aiden Grant slowly stood up. It seems these mother and daughter are eager to return.

Yes, he did say if he didn’t wake up, Jesse should send them back to Veridia.

But he’s awake now; what Hector Chaucer can offer these mother and daughter, Aiden Grant can offer too, and even more.

Not only Hector Chaucer is willing to risk his life for these mother and daughter.

Aiden Grant is willing too.

Why can’t these mother and daughter feel his sincerity?

Is it that he made a mistake, so he won’t ever have a chance to correct it and make amends?

To err is human;

Aiden Grant has made up his mind.

He will wait until Tiana Linden has a change of heart and is willing to marry him, before he leaves this island and returns to the country with her.

When they return to the country, it should be the time to announce to everyone about his marriage to Tiana Linden.

...

In the blink of an eye, another three months have passed.

At this time, domestic weather was warm spring March, a season for blooming.

Yet, on this island, the snow still hasn’t melted.

This place experiences half a year of snow, with only a brief spring and summer in May or June.

Tiana Linden is now nearly six months pregnant.

Even wearing thick down jackets, her large belly is still conspicuously visible.

For every prenatal check-up, Aiden Grant personally accompanies her.

Today’s check-up will involve a blood test and an ultrasound for anomalies.

During the ultrasound, Aiden Grant accompanied by her side, the doctor spoke in the rare local language, saying, "Sir, the baby in your wife’s belly is very healthy and lively. Congratulations to you both. It’s moving inside, sir, would you like to feel it?"

Aiden Grant asked in the local small language, "May I touch?"

The other party smiled with white teeth, "Of course."

Tiana Linden couldn’t understand a word of what Aiden Grant and the prenatal doctor were saying.

Before coming to this island, Aiden didn’t speak the local language.

To come here, he learned the language in just one month.

After receiving permission, he placed his hand gently, wearing a complex expression, on Tiana Linden’s high-round belly.

Indeed, the little one kicked inside.

Was Daisy also kicking Tiana Linden’s belly when she was this little?

But this little one isn’t his child; it’s Hector Chaucer’s. Because of his love for Tiana, he will treat this child as his own and raise him.

He smiled gently at Tiana Linden, "Listen, the baby just kicked you, I felt it. It’s going to be a playful little one when born. I couldn’t take care of you when you had Daisy, but this time I’ll make it up."

Tiana Linden, dousing him with cold water, said coldly, "You don’t need to pretend to be so affectionate, this child isn’t yours. No matter how much you act like a father, it’s not your child."