A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 119

Edwards’ expression softened, but his words didn’t waver. “I’m sorry, Raina, but the tests don’t lie. Your grandfather has been exposed to a toxin that’s shutting his body down. We’re running additional tests to pinpoint the exact substance, but at this stage...” He hesitated before continuing, “You should prepare yourselves. Say your goodbyes.”

“No.” Raina shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “There has to be something you can do. Run more tests. Find an antidote. Something!”

I reached out to steady her, though my own hands were trembling. “Raina,” I said softly, my voice cracking. “We need to listen to him.”

She wrenched her arm away, glaring at me through her tears. “Don’t tell me to listen, Dominic! This is Grandpa we’re talking about!”

My chest tightened. She wasn’t wrong to feel this way, but the reality was suffocating. I turned back to Edwards, desperate for any shred of hope. “Is there anything we can do? Anything at all?”

Edwards sighed, the weight of the situation etched into his features. “We’ll do everything we can to make him comfortable, but the damage... it’s extensive. I’m sorry.”

Raina let out a strangled sob, covering her mouth as her emotions spilled over. I felt my resolve cracking but forced myself to remain steady—for her, for Grandma, for Grandpa. Someone had to keep it together.

“Whoever did this,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists, “they’re going to pay. I’ll make sure of it.”

Edwards placed a hand on my shoulder, a rare gesture of solidarity. “Focus on your family for now. Justice can come later.”

I froze in place as the truth sank in. Poison. Grandpa was dying. The world around me seemed to blur as the weight of it all pressed down on me. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. My legs felt like lead, my chest like a stone. This couldn’t be happening.

The doctor’s words replayed in my head, each one hitting harder than the last. Poison. The Doctor said Grandpa had been poisoned. And not just any poison—slow and methodical. Deliberate. Someone had done this to him. Someone had wanted this.

First was Eliza who needed to be put away for harming Liam. And now—Nathan’s face flashed in my mind, and my jaw tightened. Was it him? It made no sense. Grandpa and Nathan barely crossed paths. But Nathan was crafty, manipulative, and he wasn’t working alone. Someone was pulling his strings, and I had no idea who.

Grandma looked up from her prayer, her face lined with grief. “Dominic, we need to pray. We need to ask for a miracle.”

A lump formed in my throat as I pressed my forehead against my clasped hands. A miracle? Sure, I’d take one. But miracles didn’t stop the poison coursing through Grandpa’s veins. Miracles didn’t catch the bastard responsible for this.