HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 158

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 158**

As the sleek black car glided to a halt in front of the bustling hospital lobby, Daven felt an unusual surge of urgency coursing through him. Unlike his usual composed demeanor, he didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. Instead, he flung it open and stepped out with an intensity that betrayed the turmoil within. He was acutely aware that Dr. Noah would be anticipating his arrival, but the gravity of the situation pushed him to act swiftly.

“Dr. Noah has been expecting you,” a hospital staff member greeted him with a polite nod, her voice a blend of professionalism and warmth.

Daven offered a curt nod in return, loosening the tie that had been uncomfortably tight around his neck since morning. Normally, he prided himself on his appearance, but today, the meticulously tailored suit felt more like a shackle than a statement of his status.

“Ah, finally,” Noah exclaimed, his eyes still glued to a mountain of paperwork sprawled across his desk. “Have a seat, Daven.”

Daven’s gaze remained fixed on Noah, a simmering impatience bubbling beneath the surface.

“Oh, come on. Arsen mentioned you just returned from SunCity. You barely had a moment to breathe before rushing here,” Noah continued, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and exasperation.

Daven’s eyes darted toward Arsen, his loyal assistant, who stood a few paces away, a shadow of guilt hanging over him like a dark cloud.

“If you don’t need rest, the people who work for you do, Dav,” Noah remarked casually, but the underlying seriousness of his words hung in the air.

Noah Sinclair had been a steadfast friend since their university days in New York. Though they had pursued different paths—Daven in business and Noah in medicine—their bond had only strengthened over the years. Now, as one of the most respected doctors in Mighatan, Noah had witnessed Daven’s meteoric rise as the young entrepreneur who transformed Callister Group with his audacious decisions.

Daven paused, absorbing Noah’s words. Perhaps he was right; it wasn’t him who needed rest. It was Arsen and his driver, who had been by his side without a moment’s reprieve since yesterday. With a heavy sigh, he turned to Arsen.

“Go back,” he instructed, his tone firm. “I can manage to get to the apartment by taxi.”

“I can’t possibly leave you, Mr. Daven,” Arsen replied, his voice unwavering. “There are still matters that require my attention.”

Noah chuckled, shaking his head. “The people around you are fiercely loyal, I’ll give them that.”

Daven clicked his tongue in annoyance, his mind racing. “Where are the test results I requested?” he demanded, his impatience flaring.

The moment the words left his lips, Noah’s demeanor shifted. The lighthearted banter evaporated, replaced by a sharp, penetrating gaze that bore into Daven.

Then, he reached the final line at the bottom.

“Match result… ninety-nine percent.” His heart dropped, shock washing over him like a cold wave. “This… this is accurate, isn’t it, Noah?”

Noah averted his gaze, irritation flickering across his features. He leaned back in his chair, disbelief still etched on his face.

“As the doctor who processed your request and ensured the confidentiality of these results, I can confirm they’re valid. And yes—the child is biologically yours.”

Daven stared at the document, his vision blurring with the threat of tears. He hadn’t dared to entertain the possibility, but now… God had granted him a wish he had never fully voiced. “Oh, my God…”

He clutched the paper to his chest, a rush of relief, joy, and gratitude flooding through him, as if a massive weight had just been lifted from his shoulders.

“Enough celebrating,” Noah said coldly, his tone cutting through Daven’s moment of elation. “Now tell me, who is this child, and why the hell do you have one outside your marriage to Vanessa?”