Billionaire's Regret Finding Her (Caitlin and Sebastian) novel Chapter 728

News that Magnus had brought Harrison into the palace quickly reached Maxwell.

His informants had photographed Magnus at the airport, and one glance confirmed that the man he welcomed was Caitlin’s brother, Harrison.

The king had only just announced his daughter, and now the son had appeared. They moved far too quickly.

Maxwell’s anger boiled. His carefully groomed puppet was openly defying him. Without hesitation, he called Magnus and ordered him to come to the Government Complex.

Inside the royal guest hall, Magnus parked the wheelchair as his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he said calmly, “Caitlin, you two talk. I have something to handle.”

“Go ahead,” Caitlin replied with a grateful smile. Magnus had shown her nothing but kindness and fairness. Few people would have helped their reunion so willingly.

After bidding farewell to the king and Caitlin, Magnus stepped outside and closed the door softly. Watching them from the hall, he felt a pang of envy–he had no parents left to embrace. Then his expression hardened. Maxwell’s summons could not be avoided.

At the Ministry of Justice, he paused briefly before Maxwell’s office, then knocked.

“Come in,” came the curt voice.

Magnus entered and closed the door. Maxwell sat alone on the sofa.

“You wanted to see me?” Magnus asked.

Maxwell’s expression was grim. He tossed several photographs onto the table. “Look at them.”

His tone sharpened. “Have you forgotten who you are? You may carry the king’s name, but you’re an adoptee. You owe your position to me and my sister. Without us, you’d still be nothing.”

“I know,” Magnus said evenly. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done.”

Inwardly, though, the words burned. It was because of Maxwell and Heather that his birth parents had been murdered, leaving him an orphan.

“Is that what you call gratitude?” Maxwell snapped. “You lied about knowing Caitlin, then helped her reunite with the king. Playing both sides now?”

Magnus met his glare. “I hid it because I knew you’d be angry. Are you blaming me for helping a father and daughter meet again?”

“I let that pass,” Maxwell barked. “But today you brought her brother into the palace. Is that how a crown prince behaves?”

Magnus sighed. “They’ve suffered enough. Since they found their father, why shouldn’t they see him? I only

did what was right. People should be kind–evil deeds always bring retribution.”

The words were calm, but Maxwell heard the accusation beneath them.

“You fool,” he roared, jabbing a finger at Magnus’s chest. “Once those siblings are in the palace, do you really think the throne will still be yours?”

“I don’t care who inherits it,” Magnus said quietly.

That calm only infuriated Maxwell further. He seized Magnus by the collar. “You have no idea how much we invested in you. Don’t forget who made you what you are. You’re nothing but a royal lapdog.”

The insult cut deep. All his life, Magnus had been under their control–until now. His father had taught him integrity; Maxwell only deceit. He tore free from Maxwell’s grasp, eyes flashing cold.

“Maybe I was your pawn once, but no longer. I know who I am. My father taught me compassion. You taught me greed. We’re nothing alike.”

“Fine,” he added, straightening his jacket. “If I’ve disappointed you, stop expecting anything from me. I never wanted to be king.”

He turned toward the door.

“Stop!” Maxwell shouted. Fury overcame him; he drew his pistol and aimed at Magnus’s back.

Magnus stopped but didn’t flinch. “If you pull that trigger, think of what happens next. To you, I may be a dog. But to A Country, I’m a prince.”

He walked out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed like a verdict. Their alliance was over.

Maxwell’s gun stayed raised, unmoving. He couldn’t fire–Magnus was right. Killing him would destroy everything.

With nowhere for his rage to go, Maxwell swept his arm across the desk, shattering everything in reach. The office descended into chaos as he stood trembling, teeth clenched in fury.

Downstairs, Magnus slid into his car. His expression was colder, his resolve clearer. It was time to live as himself, free and unafraid.

He would join Caitlin and their father–and avenge his real parents.

In the palace, Leif VI restrained his emotions. He didn’t reveal the truth right away, choosing instead to talk casually with Harrison. The conversation flowed naturally. To Harrison, the king seemed unexpectedly kind and human, not at all distant.

Caitlin handed him an old photograph. “Look closely at Father when he was young. What do you see?”

Harrison studied it, frowning slightly. “It’s strange… he looks almost like me. If you said this was my photo, I might believe it.”

“Doesn’t that make you wonder why?” Caitlin asked softly.

I see.

Maxwell feigned sudden understanding, his tone coated in hollow courtesy. I never imagined she was Your Majesty’s daughter.

Leif VI’s face was stern. Now that you all know, I will make it official. I will recognize my daughter Caitlin as a member of the royal house, grant her the Leif surname, and bestow upon her the title of princess.

For a moment Maxwell could not speak. He had not only failed to take Caitlin, he had helped make her legitimate.

Your Majesty, he tried to salvage, she is, after all, merely an illegitimate child. Should this not be decided when my sister returns?

No. I alone will decide this.

Leif VI turned to Shane. Secretary, draft the decree. I, Leif VI, King of A Country, formally recognize my daughter Caitlin Leif as a member of the royal family. After I am discharged, I will announce it before Parliament and hold her coronation in the palace.

Your Majesty, please reconsider, Maxwell pressed, unwilling to yield. To grant a princess’s title so readily may not convince the public.

I have found the daughter I lost for years. The nation will celebrate. My decree stands. Who dares defy it?

Leif VT’s voice rang like iron, thunderous with anger.

He swept up the porcelain cup on the bedside table and smashed it to the floor.

The sharp crack echoed through the ward. No one dared breathe.

Shane, note this down, Leif VI added coldly. If anyone objects, let him spend the rest of his life in prison.

Yes, Your Majesty. Shane wrote it into his notebook at once.

Leif VI looked back at Maxwell. You may leave. Without my summons, you need not come to the hospital again.

Maxwell seethed inside but could only bow. As you command, Your Majesty.

Before leaving, he shot Caitlin a vicious, icy look. When the door closed, Leif VI sagged back against the pillows, drained.

Father.

I am fine. He reached up to wipe his daughter’s tears, his voice gentle and tired. Now it is done. I have recognized you. Let us see who dares lay a finger on you.

Caitlin’s eyes shone as she nodded. She did not care about titles; she only wanted her father well, her mother rescued, and their family together again.

Meanwhile Maxwell sat in his car, staring up at the hospital windows, eyes cold and calculating. Today he had not exposed Caitlin; he had helped them instead, turning a maid into a princess. Touching her would be far

harder now.

He gave a thin smile. Then change tactics. Without Kelly, there would be no Caitlin. To get the Shard of Life, he would use Kelly as leverage. With the artifact in hand, his affliction would be cured. And then Caitlin would never escape him.

Go, he ordered.

A few days later, Leif VI was discharged.

Shane arranged everything. Caitlin straightened her father’s uniform with a smile. All set, Father. Time to go

home.

Yes. I cannot stand another whiff of this hospital stench.

He was eager to return. He had heard his son Harrison had arrived in Sanctis.

Magnus pushed the wheelchair and teased, Father, not long ago you said the hospital felt like paradise. Why so eager to leave now?

Paradise is not home, Leif VI said with a fond scold. I am taking my daughter home.

The royal convoy rolled out. People along the route paused to pay respects. The hospital director and physician team walked out to see them off.

Leif VI sat in the back, smiling as he spoke with Caitlin and Magnus about the nation’s future.

The A Country of tomorrow will depend on you, he said warmly.

With his children beside him, his heart felt more at peace than it had in years.

You are the soul of the nation, Father, Caitlin said softly. When you recover, we will travel on state visits together and let Mother see the world.

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