HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463

“I don’t think so,” the guard replied, then stepped aside to let Cale in.

The room was dim, lit only by a single hanging lamp that glowed weakly from the center of the rusted ceiling. Its yellow light spilled unevenly, casting long shadows across damp concrete walls. The stench of blood, sweat, and metal blended into one, weighing heavily in the air-hostile to anyone unlucky enough to breathe it in.

Oscar was bound to a metal chair. His head hung low, his face battered beyond recognition-one eye swollen nearly shut, his lips split, dried blood clinging to the edge of his jaw. The shirt he wore might once have been white, but now it was impossible to tell beneath the dark stains soaked into the fabric.

Cale stood a few steps away, watching him. His gaze was flat and cold, devoid of excess emotion.

“Get up,” Cale said curtly.

Oscar slowly lifted his head. The small movement alone made him wince, his breathing turning shallow and

uneven.

“You know why you’re still alive,” Cale went on. “So don’t waste my time.”

Oscar let out a short laugh-hoarse, bitter. “If you wanted me dead, you would’ve done it from the start, wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t like killing people who aren’t done talking.”

Cale pulled over a chair and sat directly in front of him. The distance between them shrank-close enough for Cale to see just how badly Oscar had deteriorated. And close enough to catch the fear Oscar hadn’t fully managed to hide.

“My question hasn’t changed,” Cale said quietly. “Where is Harol?”

Oscar swallowed. “I already told you. I’m just a connector-a middleman hired to stir up trouble, especially in JiangShe. Nothing more.”

“Is that really all?” Cale sneered. “Would you start talking if one of your hands disappeared?”

“I’m not lying!” Oscar forced himself to keep eye contact. “I’ve told you everything you want to know. I’m not hiding anything anymore. Please… let me go.’

Cale exhaled softly. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not-”

“You are,” Cale cut in sharply. “Do you need a friend?”

Oscar blinked, confused. “A… friend?” ·

“Yes.” Cale smiled faintly. “Show him the screen.”

One of Cale’s men activated the display connected to the location where Noel was being held. The large screen on the wall flickered to life. At first, it showed only a blur of gray light-then the image sharpened.

Oscar held his breath.

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On the screen, Noel was bound to a metal chair. His white shirt was no longer white-dried blood stained his chest and sleeves. His face was bruised, one eye swollen half-shut. He was gasping for air, his chest rising and falling erratically.

Another punch slammed into his stomach.

Noel staggered forward, his groan smothered by the cloth gagging his mouth. Another man seized his hair, yanking his head up just in time for the next punch to slam into his jaw. It wasn’t excessively brutal-but repeated and again, the effect was no different. And with his mouth covered, he couldn’t even scream out the pain. His hands were bound, his body restrained, leaving him no freedom to move. Even drawing a full breath felt like a struggle.

It was no different from Oscar’s fate-and knowing that, he swallowed hard. Unease crawled up his spine. His eyes kept flicking toward Cale, who sat back comfortably, savoring his cigar. The scene on the screen seemed to be nothing more than entertainment to him.

On the screen, Noel was shaking violently. His hands trembled out of control, his body nearly slumping forward until someone threw water in his face to keep him conscious.

“He’s already talked,” Cale said flatly. “More than you ever have.”

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