His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: He Can Help 

JULIA 

I stepped into the apartment and let out a long, heavy sigh as I closed the door. 

The scent of sugar and vanilla welcomed me, but even that wasn’t enough to shake off my exhaustion. 

Dropping my bag by the door, I kicked off my shoes and made my way toward the kitchen, where I heard faint voices and the clanging of utensils. 

“Mommy!” Andy’s excited voice greeted me before I even rounded the corner. 

There he was, my five–year–old bundle of energy, standing on his tiptoes by the kitchen counter. I leaned down and pressed a small kiss on his cheek, savoring the warmth of his smile. 

“Hi, bub. Did you have a good day?” I asked. 

“Aunt Sarah and I had a fun time,” he said 

“We even got you a cake!” he then exclaimed, pointing toward the counter where Sarah stood with a wide, knowing grin. 

“It’s your favorite one,” Sarah added, lifting the box lid to reveal a pink–frosted coconut cake. “Want me to give you a slice?” 

A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Thank you, guys. That’s really sweet.” 

Andy beamed, but Sarah’s eyes narrowed slightly, catching my tiredness. 

“You okay?” she asked, placing the cake back down on the counter. 

“Just tired,” I replied. “You two don’t mind if I sleep early, do you?” 

Sarah shook her head, and I smiled gratefully. 

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I softly said before going to my room. 

Andy opened his mouth to say something, but Sarah put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Let your mom rest for a bit, okay?” 

I softly closed my bedroom door behind me. Wanting to forget the rest of my day’s burdens, I flopped onto 

bed, face–first into the pillows, 

The silence was soothing, but it also gave my thoughts room to grow louder. 

the 

I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come, but instead, I kept replaying Mrs. White’s disapproving gaze and what I presumed to be Heather’s cocky expression inside my mind 

At the end of the day, her wealth and reputation had won. 

I wasn’t going to give up, though. I just needed to rest. 

A soft knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. 

“Come in,” I muttered. 

The door creaked open, and Sarah stepped inside, balancing a plate with a slice of the coconut cake and a steaming cup of tea. She placed them on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

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Chapter 65: He Can Help 

‘Okay, spill,” she said, crossing her arms. 

“Nothing to spill,” I said, staring at the ceiling. 

“Don’t give me that,” Sarah said, scoffing in disbelief. “You go crazy for these pink cakes. The fact that you haven’t taken a single bite says a lot.” 

I sighed, knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “I might not graduate this year.” 

“What? Why?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“You wanted to get this degree because the world decided that they could only hire people based on their degrees and not skills,” she exclaimed, sounding very passionate about the topic. 

“I know,” I said with a nod. “It’s a shitty world.” 

“Then, what happened?” she asked with a frown. “You’ve been working so hard.” 

“Mrs. White,” I said, her name leaving a sour taste in my mouth. 

Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “That ugly old thing is still there?” 

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop myself. “Still the same.” 

“What did she do this time?” 

“She doesn’t believe I helped Heather with the project,” admitted, the frustration creeping back into She’s convinced I didn’t contribute anything.” 

my voice. 

“That’s insane!” Sarah said, standing once more. “YOU PRACTICALLY DID THE WHOLE THING YOURSELF.” 

“I don’t have proof,” I said, rubbing my temples. “It’s her word against mine, and you know how Mrs. White is. Once she has set her mind on something, she doesn’t let go I believe she’d rather die than admit she’s wrong” 

“Oh, I hate her,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “Have you talked to Heather?” 

I let out a bitter laugh. “She clearly did this on purpose. You were right when you said she was a witch. She might be even worse than Mrs. White.” 

“Then talk to Evander,” Sarah suggested, looking me straight in the eyes. 

My entire body froze. “No way. Why would I?” 

“Because he can help,” she deadpanned. “He’s the one person who could speak against Heather, and Mrs. White would believe him.”