HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 924

"But not in the middle of a firefight like this."

Jasper paused for a moment. His gaze remained calm, but his breathing had begun to grow heavier. Behind him, the sound of gunfire erupted once again, closer than before.

"Mrs. Lydia," he said, his voice gradually softening. "Please trust me."

A brief silence settled between them.

Outside, people were fighting to take one another's lives. Inside the narrow corridor, time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Jasper looked at Lydia without blinking. "I may have made many wrong decisions."

He drew a long breath, as though every word that followed was far heavier to say. "But..."

His jaw slowly tightened. "I will not let those mistakes cost you your life."

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The explosion that had shaken the second floor had only just subsided when another set of footsteps began echoing up the main staircase. They were no longer hurried like the guards who had been running around in confusion. The footsteps were steady and measured, as though their owner was completely unfazed by the gunfire that continued to reverberate through every corner of the building.

On the floor below, Silas's men were being forced back little by little. The corridor, once filled with shouting, was now replaced by the sound of bodies hitting the floor. The smell of gunpowder grew heavier in the air, mingling with concrete dust drifting from sections of the walls that had been blasted apart by bullets.

Silas stood at the end of the second-floor corridor with a pistol still gripped in his right hand. His expression remained calm. There was not the slightest hint of panic, even as report after report continued to come through the radio clipped to his shoulder.

"The east team is down!"

"They've taken the main hall!"

"The front perimeter has been breached!"

His tone was light, as though they were merely two old acquaintances who had happened to run into each other.

Cale gave no reply. His gaze remained so cold that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Silas let out a quiet chuckle. "Seeing you come here alone like this..." He slowly shook his head. "I'm a little disappointed."

"You talk too much." Cale's reply was utterly flat.

Yet it was precisely because of that that the air around them became even more suffocating.

Silas wasn't offended. Instead, his smile widened. "Don't you want to ask how your wife is doing?"

Those words finally changed the look in Cale's eyes. It wasn't anger, nor was it panic, but something far more dangerous. The expression that appeared only when he had decided someone no longer deserved to be allowed to live.