Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death-Chapter 94: Mom, Mr. Chaucer Wants to Marry You!
The night was deep.
Hector Chaucer’s gaze was deep as well.
Tiana Linden didn’t notice anything.
She looked at the lotus leaves and flowers swaying in the pond, forcing a smile.
"Who says I’m pretending to be strong?"
"Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Motherhood makes one strong’?"
"Every mother is strong."
As she said this, she turned her head and patted Hector Chaucer’s arm, "But don’t worry!"
She laughed and continued:
"I’m not alone anymore."
"I have you and Leo, along with Mr. Chaucer, Mrs. Armstrong, Daisy, Laura, Penelope."
"So many family members!"
"Whenever I need help, I’ll definitely ask."
Before saying these words, she patted Hector Chaucer’s right arm.
Her palm landed precisely on Hector Chaucer’s wound.
The injury from last night, a wound of over ten centimeters, had more than ten stitches.
With Tiana Linden’s pat, Hector Chaucer’s right arm slightly recoiled.
Noticing his subtle movement, she asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"
Hector Chaucer’s brow didn’t flinch a bit.
Clearly, the wound was stinging with pain.
But in his eyes, there was a smile of tender resilience.
"It’s nothing!"
The topic between them ended.
There was a brief silence.
Hector Chaucer, not knowing what to say, suddenly suggested, "Shall we walk a bit more?"
This path from the Sutton Family villa to the center lotus pond seemed long, yet Hector Chaucer felt they hadn’t walked far.
Tiana Linden felt a bit tired, "Let’s head back."
She suddenly thought of something.
As they walked back, she asked while walking:
"Hector Chaucer, there’s something I’ve always been puzzled about."
"What is it?"
To match her pace, Hector Chaucer walked very slowly.
The moonlight outlined his stalwart, masculine silhouette.
Beside him, Tiana Linden appeared even more like a delicate bird reliant on others.
In the gentle night breeze, the two walked side by side.
A pair of egrets flew overhead.
Their shadows on the ground clung tightly together, paired up.
Breathing in the night air, Tiana Linden felt the air was very fresh.
It was a freshness she had never felt before recovering from her illness.
Her mood was light and joyful.
She stopped, looked at Hector Chaucer, and asked seriously:
"During your prison break, Daisy was once taken away by Aiden Grant and suddenly went missing."
"She later told me she was stuffed into a burlap sack, knocked out, and thrown into an icy river."
"She doesn’t know how she was saved or how she ended up at the entrance of an alley in the inner city."
"Was it you?"
Besides Hector Chaucer, Tiana Linden couldn’t think of anyone who could be so mysteriously behind the scenes.
Clearly, under the night sky, Hector Chaucer looked slightly bewildered, "It wasn’t me."
Even if his influence stretched far and wide, during his escape from prison, he was too much in a mess to have reached so far.
"Gordon Lowell didn’t mention this to me either."
Although, after he went to prison, he had instructed Gordon Lowell to look after Tiana Linden in everything.
But after his return, Gordon Lowell never mentioned anything about this matter.
Tiana Linden was baffled, "Daisy couldn’t be lying."
Who saved Daisy behind the scenes?
And didn’t dare let anyone know?
Vivian Linden?
Impossible.
It must have been Vivian Linden who found someone to abduct Daisy.
She wanted Daisy dead.
Daisy was thrown into the water, so it was impossible that she was later rescued.
Truly baffling.
...
It was past nine at night.
Hector Chaucer returned to The Chaucer Estate.
Butler Lowell approached, "Sir, President Grant is waiting in the drawing room."
This man was truly persistent!
"I won’t see him!"
Butler Lowell added, "President Grant said if you don’t see him, he’ll wait until dawn."
The drawing room was in The East Wing.
Since Aiden Grant was there, Hector Chaucer didn’t even head to The East Wing.
He went straight to The North Wing.
As he crossed an arched wooden bridge, Aiden Grant intercepted halfway from the other side of the bridge.
The night was deep.
Aiden Grant’s strikingly handsome features were cast in shadows, "Do you really hate seeing me that much?"
He walked from the tree’s shadow to the middle of the bridge.
The night was thick.
As was the disappointment and pain in Aiden Grant’s eyes.
"Am I really that bothersome?"
On the bridge, standing tall and proud, Hector Chaucer remained impassive, "I thought you were self-aware."
"Hector, I really need your help." Aiden Grant stepped closer, two steps away.
Right before Hector Chaucer.
In the past, Hector Chaucer’s cold indifference was reserved only for outsiders.
He was never callous towards him and Christopher.
At this moment, there was not an ounce of warmth in Hector Chaucer’s eyes.
Aiden Grant only regretted that when his brother needed his trust and support most, he chose to deeply wound Hector Chaucer.
"Hector, Tiana Linden is still alive. I can’t let her be as isolated as before."
"I want to do something for her."
Hector Chaucer responded to Aiden Grant with silence.
Then he took out his phone and played a recording.
"Hector, since he knows I’m still alive."
"Please tell Aiden Grant on my behalf."
"I’ll clear my name myself, I don’t need his interference."
"If he truly wants to make amends, please tell him to have the decency to never appear before me again."
"Don’t disgust me."
After the recording finished, Hector Chaucer handed the phone to Aiden Grant, "Did you hear it clearly?"
Of course!
Aiden Grant heard it loud and clear.
It was Tiana Linden’s voice, filled with heart-wrenching pain yet resolute determination.
Hector Chaucer asked, "Need to hear it again?"
Aiden Grant clenched his fists, veins popping on the back of his hands, "Do you just love to twist the knife?"
"Since you’ve heard it clearly, it has nothing to do with me anymore."
Under the night sky, Hector Chaucer’s tall silhouette turned indifferently.
He walked off the wooden bridge.
Standing at the bridgehead, he stopped again, without looking back.
"If Tiana is willing to let you help her, I’ll give you what I have."
"But she isn’t willing."
"Don’t bother her, she’s finally having a few good days."
Seeing him walk several steps away, Aiden Grant called out, "Hector, I heard the Sixth Young Master got shot and went missing? Is he trying to kill you?"
Seeing Hector Chaucer not even turning his head, Aiden called out with concern, "Hector, be careful."
Those conclusions in the past were all his misunderstandings about Hector Chaucer.
Only now did Aiden Grant realize how difficult and challenging it was for Hector Chaucer in The Chaucer Family.
He worried about Hector Chaucer’s safety, "Hector, if you need any help, just ask."
No one responded to him.
Hector Chaucer had already disappeared into the night.
What went away was not just Hector Chaucer’s figure but also their once seamless brotherly bond.
Aiden Grant would always remember Hector Chaucer taking that knife for him.
Hector Chaucer had never changed.
Nor had he ever plotted against him.
He was just too foolish.
...
The East Wing of the Estate.
Hector Chaucer sat on the sofa.
Standing before the sofa were the few who learned the truth last night.
These were Hector Chaucer’s close confidants.
Hector Chaucer’s gaze, calm yet intimidating, fell on everyone, "Who leaked the news about the Sixth Young Master getting shot and going missing?"
Gordon Lowell stepped forward and said, "Sir, I instructed them not to spread it."
Gordon Lowell thought for a moment and added, "It must have been people at the estate who heard the gunshots, plus those few families getting restless."
In the bloody and stormy internal strife of The Chaucer Family, Hector Chaucer had never actively dealt with anyone.
The deaths of the Second and Fourth sons had the Third and Fifth sons framing him.
Fortunately, over the years, he had kept a low profile, hiding his talents and waiting patiently, collecting evidence of The Chaucer family’s crimes.
Amid the upheavals, he exonerated himself and sent the Third and Fifth sons to prison.
Leaving a Sixth Young Master who turned against him and wanted him dead to take his place.
Every member of The Chaucer family was venomous at heart.
None of them could be left alive.
Noticed the blood soaking his sleeve.
The wound had reopened.
The doctor clearly instructed him to rest.
Yet he went out today, insistent on seeing Miss Linden.
Gordon Lowell expressed concern, "Sir, your wound..."
"It’s fine." Hector Chaucer asked, "How about the things I asked you to collect?"
Gordon Lowell: "We pretty much have dirt on all those families."
Saying this, Gordon Lowell handed over a stack of documents in front of Hector Chaucer.
Hector Chaucer glanced over them, "Start with the mother of the Sixth Young Master, use it as a warning."
These dead, imprisoned, or missing Chaucer sons were not born from Mr. Chaucer with just one woman.
In this era of monogamy, Caleb Chaucer dared to openly keep four wives at The Chaucer Estate.
Plus, many maids slept with Caleb Chaucer.
Hector Chaucer’s mother was one of them.
The relationships within The Chaucer Family were intricate and complex.
Comparable to the noble families of ancient times.
Hector Chaucer would not harm those women, but it did not mean he’d let them create chaos.
After giving these instructions, Gordon Lowell advised Hector Chaucer to bandage his wound.
Hector Chaucer paid no attention and continued to ask, "How about the villa next to Leo Sutton’s at The Sovereign, was there progress?"
Gordon Lowell put away those documents and replied, "The owner agreed to sell, and the procedures can be completed within three days. Sir, even if you intend to give Miss Linden the villa, she might not accept."
Hector Chaucer: "Rest assured."
Gordon Lowell asked again, "Sir, will you truly move there then?"
...
Four days later.
Veridia saw a rain shower.
After the rain, the sky cleared.
It was a fresh and sunny Sunday.
Early in the morning, the members of The Sutton Family at The Sovereign saw moving trucks coming to the villa two hundred meters away.
It seemed like someone was moving in.
After the furniture was moved, someone came to knock on the door.
It was Gordon Lowell’s father, Butler Lowell.
Tiana Linden recognized him.
Butler Lowell stood in front of her, "Miss Linden, Mr. Chaucer says he wants you to arrange the furniture placement next door."
Had Hector Chaucer really bought the villa next door?
A few days ago, she only heard Hector Chaucer saying he wanted to buy a villa as a gift for her.
It’s only been four days, how could the purchase formalities be done so swiftly?
Butler Lowell looked at Daisy, who was playing with Penelope along with Laura, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chaucer says you should bring Daisy along."
What was Hector Chaucer up to?
A villa just like that?
Tiana Linden decided to go take a look.
She obediently brought Daisy along.
In the spacious living room, a dozen workers were moving in furniture, yet the hall still felt a bit empty.
But Hector Chaucer’s figure was not in sight.
Aunt Lowell saw Tiana Linden and immediately greeted her with a smiling face.
This was to be the future mistress.
Aunt Lowell certainly couldn’t neglect her.
"Miss Linden, you’re here."
"Sir knows you like the French cream style, those details and designs were rushed by his order overnight."
Hector Chaucer knew she liked the French cream style?
She seemed to have only mentioned it to Aiden Grant.
Back then, they were still in college.
Aiden Grant said he wanted to prepare the marital home in advance and asked what kind of decoration style she liked.
Was Hector Chaucer present back then?
She couldn’t remember anymore.
Butler Lowell said, "Miss Linden, how should we arrange this sofa, please take a look."
Tiana Linden felt a bit uneasy, "...This, you don’t need to listen to me for that, right?"
Aunt Lowell said with a smile, "This house is Mr. Chaucer’s gift to you, so of course, the furniture arrangement is up to you."
Daisy whispered to Tiana Linden, "Mommy, does Mr. Chaucer want to marry you as his wife?"
Daisy looked up at her mother, "Otherwise, why would he give you such a big house?"
