Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1062:

“I’m alright,” she replied evenly. “Could you inform Nathan I’d like to end the engagement?”

Blaine gave a slight nod, catching on instantly. He’d always understood that the arrangement was a strategic ploy to deceive Rodger. But with Nathan now in power, its usefulness had expired.

Sadie’s condition had changed everything. Her well-being now eclipsed all else.

“Consider it done. Don’t stress about the firm—I’ll manage things. Just rest and recover.”

Sadie acknowledged him with a faint motion, trusting completely in Blaine’s competence.noveldrama

They exchanged brief updates on operations, but Blaine quickly noticed the fatigue settling in her features and chose not to linger.

As he stepped out into the corridor, he retrieved his phone and rang Nathan.

The call was picked up quickly, Nathan sounding rushed and regretful. “Mr. Castro, I had no idea. My dad acted behind my back and sent someone over to talk about the wedding. I just found out. I swear I’ll fully cooperate—there won’t be any problems from me.”

Blaine gave him silent credit. Unlike his manipulative father, Nathan seemed to know his place and when to yield.

“Glad to hear it,” Blaine said coolly. “I trust you’ll resolve things appropriately.”

A beat passed. Nathan wondered if Patrick had been informed. Since learning that Rodger had approached Wall Group, Nathan had been nervous—afraid of provoking Patrick’s temper.

Patrick was possessive of Sadie. If he discovered this, Nathan wouldn’t survive the fallout.

“Patrick isn’t aware… right?” Nathan asked, cautiously.

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A ghost of a grin appeared on Blaine’s lips. So even Nathan had someone he feared.

“Well, well. Seems even you know when to tiptoe,” he said dryly, just as another call buzzed in.

Raising a brow, he added, “I’ve got another matter to handle. We’re done here.”

Blaine ended the call and immediately answered the second one.

It was Alfredo Williamson, the long-time butler of the Castro family’s manor.

“Sir, your grandfather has requested your presence at the manor. He says there’s something urgent he must speak with you about.”

Blaine froze. His grandfather had been overseas for treatment. When had he returned? And why hadn’t he been told?

Still, Blaine didn’t press for answers over the phone. “Understood. I’ll be there soon.”

He pocketed his phone and made his way to the elevator.

Roughly half an hour later, he stepped into the grand halls of Castro Manor.

Something about the air felt off—too quiet, like the calm before a storm. In the living room, Ralph sat poised on the sofa, coffee in hand, his expression stony and unreadable.

Blaine pulled on his usual easy charm as he approached. “Grandfather.”

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