HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 464

Chapter 464

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Oscar fell silent. His jaw clenched, his gaze dropping to the floor. The muffled groans and restrained cries coming from Noel on the screen made his stomach twist with fear. But he couldn’t reveal Harold’s whereabouts. “I don’t know,” he said at last.

Cale smiled faintly-a smile devoid of warmth. “Noel told me you know many things,” he said, now standing directly in front of Oscar. “Including where Harold is.”

Cale loomed like an eagle ready to tear into its prey without mercy. His stare was cold, pitiless, filled with absolute certainty in whatever he intended to do next.

“I’m serious,” Oscar said quickly. “I never knew where he was.”

“Is that so?” Cale’s hand shot out, gripping Oscar’s battered face with crushing force. “I’ll ask again. Where is Harold?”

“Ugh-“Oscar growled, the sound strangled in his throat. Pain exploded across his face, his split lips burning as tears welled in his eyes. “I don’t know,” he said brokenly. “I swear.”

Cale laughed again and released his grip. He began to circle Oscar slowly, like a predator assessing its prey. “You know,” he said evenly, “everyone has a breaking point. And Harold chooses people like you because you’re easy to pressure.”

Oscar lifted his head. “I truly don’t know, Mr. Miller.”

Cale stopped directly behind him. “Still holding on?”

“No matter what you do, I won’t talk—because I really don’t know.”

Cale gave another signal. One of the guards slipped out of the room without a sound.

Minutes passed in suffocating silence. Oscar’s anxiety mounted, his breathing growing more erratic.

Then the metal door opened again.

Oscar turned his head-and all the color drained from his face.

A young boy stood rigid in the doorway.

He was about ten years old-thin, shoulders drawn tight, his face drained of color. His eyes widened as he took in the scene inside the room-his father bound to a chair, face bruised, dried blood at the corner of his mouth, a body that had clearly taken far too many blows.

“Dad-!” he screamed, his voice breaking, shrill with terror.

He tried to run forward, but a guard behind him grabbed both his arms. The boy thrashed wildly, sobbing hard, his breaths coming in broken gasps.

Oscar jerked violently. His entire body went rigid.

“No!” His voice shook uncontrollably. “Please… don’t involve him. Don’t show him this. Please!”

Cale rose to his feet and walked toward them at an unhurried pace, positioning himself squarely between Oscar

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and the child. His gaze dropped, calmly assessing the boy, who was now crying hysterically while calling out for

his father.

“This is your son?” Cale asked flatly.

“You know he’s my son!” Oscar shouted. He struggled against his restraints, powerless. All he could do was cry, his body trembling in sheer terror. The man standing before him was capable of anything. In that moment, Oscar thought Cale’s madness rivaled whatever horrors Harold had unleashed.

“Is that so? I didn’t know,” Cale replied, a thin smile tugging at his lips.

“Please, Mr. Miller.” Oscar nodded frantically, tears finally spilling free. “He doesn’t know anything. I’m begging you-whatever you want to do, do it to me. Not to him.”

“Dad… I’m scared!” the boy cried, his small body shaking violently in the guard’s grip.

Oscar shook his head in panic. “Don’t look, son. Close your eyes. I’m sorry, Dad’s so sorry-‘

Cale glanced briefly at the guard. “Take him out.”

“No!” Oscar screamed. “Don’t touch him! Don’t-!”

But the boy was already being dragged backward. His sobs echoed down the narrow corridor, fading with distance, leaving behind a sound that cut deep into both ear and heart.

The metal door slammed shut.

The room fell silent once more-but the quiet now felt far crueller.

Oscar sobbed soundlessly, his shoulders shaking. “You… you have no heart,” he said brokenly.

Cale looked at him without emotion. “I have a purpose.” He stepped closer, bending down until his face was level with Oscar’s. His voice was low, cold, unmistakably clear.

“If you keep choosing silence,” he said softly, “I’ll make sure your son comes back here. And next time… he won’t just watch. He’ll feel everything I do to you.”

Oscar slowly lifted his head. The fear in his eyes collapsed into total devastation.

“Please,” he whispered, defeated. “I beg you… I’ll talk.”

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