Lighting up His Life with Regret

"Ms. Chain, you're awake!" A nurse's voice pulled me out of unconsciousness.

"My baby..." I spoke with great effort.

"Congratulations! It's a boy. His condition is stable now, but the situation isn't optimistic. We'll need to monitor him closely," the nurse replied softly.

At that moment, the door to the hospital room gently opened, and Jeremy Glen, my bodyguard, walked in, his eyes filled with barely concealed sorrow.

"Mrs. Springton, you're awake," he greeted me in a low voice.

My heart clenched. "How are Dawson and Felicia? Are they okay?"

Jeremy's eyes turned red instantly. He shook his head. "Mr. and Mrs. Springton... couldn't make it."

My world collapsed in an instant. As if a boulder was crushing my chest, I couldn't breathe.

"What about Elson? Did he come to see them one last time?" I struggled to ask the question.

Jeremy avoided my gaze. "Mr. Springton hasn't come back yet."

I closed my eyes and let the tears fall freely.

My child was in critical condition, my in-laws had passed away, and my husband was nowhere to be found.

"Mrs. Springton, Mr. and Mrs. Springton left this for you." Jeremy handed me a tablet.

After watching the video on the tablet, I sat frozen, unable to snap out of it.

Then, I accidentally opened Elson's social media account.

His latest post showed a photo of an airport lounge and a plane ticket, with the caption, "I'll see you soon. Wait for me."

So Dawson and Felicia must have seen this and completely lost faith in Elson.

I sat up. "I need to see Felicia and Dawson one last time and arrange the funeral."

Jeremy rushed to stop me. "Mrs. Springton, your body..."

"I'm fine." I forced myself out of bed despite the pain. The postpartum wounds were still aching, but I couldn't collapse.

With Elson abroad, I was the only one left in the Springton family who could handle Dawson and Felicia's funeral.

The night before the funeral, I kept vigil in front of the memorial chapel, gently touching Dawson's and Felicia's portraits.

Suddenly, the doors were flung open. Elson stood there in the doorway, and behind him stood Yvie, smiling.

I froze. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Dad! Mom!" Elson shouted as he rushed into the memorial chapel. He looked around, and when his gaze landed on the altar, his face instantly turned ashen. "What kind of sick joke is this?" He turned toward me with bloodshot eyes.

Yvie clung to his arm, eyes brimming with tears as she looked at me. "Monica, no matter the situation, you mustn't joke about something like this!"

"Mr. Springton, Mr. and Mrs. Springton have indeed—" Jeremy stepped forward to explain.

"Shut up!" Elson shoved Jeremy forcefully, making the elderly man stagger back. "You're all in on this, aren't you? How dare you try to trick me?" Elson approached me.

With trembling hands, I pulled the hospital's death certificates and funeral home documents from my bag.

"They were taken to the hospital the day the accident happened, but… they couldn't be saved..."

Elson snatched the documents from me and tore them to pieces that fell like snowflakes. When he walked up to the altar and stared at his parents' portraits, he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Dad, Mom, quit messing around and come out already." His voice rang out jarringly in the stillness of the memorial chapel.

I trembled all over as I pointed at the two cold coffins. "Elson! Felicia and Dawson… They're gone!"

"Shut up!" he suddenly turned and roared at me. Without warning, he swept the wreaths off the altar.

"Mr. Springton! You mustn't do that! This is Mr. and Mrs. Springton's memorial!" Jeremy lunged forward to stop him, only for Elson to shove the elderly Jeremy away again.

"Elson! Are you insane?" I rushed forward, trying to stop him.

Elson, his eyes bloodshot, lashed out—his hand connecting my cheek in a sharp smack that reverberated through the quiet memorial chapel.

A burning pain immediately shot across my cheek as the blow knocked me back several steps into a cold marble column.

As I had grown weak after giving birth and having gone through days of exhaustion, I soon lost consciousness.