HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413 

“Take care of him. Let me know when he regains consciousness,” Cale said calmly. 

Oscar lay unconscious on the floor, dried blood crusted at the corner of his mouth. The baseball bat had been returned to the corner of the room, as if it had never been used. And Cale-standing tall, adjusting the cuff of his shirt with unhurried movements-was far too composed for someone who had just struck another man’s head without hesitation. 

A guard dragged Oscar away without concern for whether his body scraped against the floor. The order to tend to him was carried out immediately-but not to a hospital. Just basic treatment. Cale despised it when someone in his grasp was rushed to a hospital before he was truly done making his point. 

Daven watched from a distance. A long pause stretched between them before he finally spoke. 

“You…” Daven stopped, choosing his words carefully. “What you did just now was dangerous.” 

Cale glanced at him briefly, then looked back toward where Oscar had been. “It was,” he replied lightly. “That’s exactly why I let my emotions step in. People like him need to think I’ve lost control.” 

“The way you interrogated him,” Daven went on, shaking his head in disbelief, “that wasn’t normal.” 

Cale smiled faintly-not warmly. “I don’t play fair when my opponent doesn’t play honestly.” He took a few steps and stopped beside the table. “Sometimes hands have to get dirty. So the message gets through.” 

“What message?” Daven asked. 

“That dealing with me always comes with consequences,” Cale answered without hesitation. “And the people behind Oscar will learn that soon enough. Either through him-or through his sudden silence.” 

Daven exhaled softly. “You know,” he said, half under his breath, “moments like this make me realize something.” 

Cale lifted an eyebrow. “What’s that?” 

“I’m grateful you’re on my side,” Daven said honestly. “Not on the other.” 

For the first time since earlier, Cale laughed. Short. Easy. Almost like he’d just heard a harmless joke, “Relax,” he said as he walked toward the glass window. “As long as we’re on the same side, I won’t aim my blows at you.” 

He had just stopped near the window when his phone vibrated-for the third time. 

The afternoon wasn’t over, yet when Erick’s name appeared on the screen. 

Cale answered without sitting back down. “Talk” 

Erick’s voice on the other end sounded different from usual. “Mr. Cale… I found something. And this—” he paused, drawing a breath, “—this is much bigger than we initially thought.” 

Cale’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window, but his focus had already shifted entirely. “Get to the point.” 

“The incident at the cemetery was deliberate.” 

“The cemetery incident?” Cale straightened. “What do you mean?” 

“Regarding Mrs. Riana.” 

Cale closed his eyes briefly. Not in shock-more to make sure his emotions didn’t outrun logic. “Explain from the beginning. Don’t skip anything. I don’t want a single detail missed.” 

“Yes, sir.” Erick’s voice steadied, as if he were forcing himself to remain calm. He began recounting everything from the start-Althea and Riana’s departure for the cemetery, their encounter with Selena and Eli. Then- 

“The drone that nearly struck Mrs. Riana didn’t lose control due to a standard technical failure. We retrieved the unit. Its navigation system was modified.” 

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