HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533

“You’d better stay in your room, Eli,” Selena warned shortly after stopping by her daughter’s bedroom.

That morning, Eli still refused to come out. Even when Selena asked her to join breakfast, the girl didn’t argue- she simply declined quietly. Under normal circumstances, Eli’s refusal would have angered her. But Harold had promised that today would be the day the Callister family fell, and that anticipation was enough to keep her temper in check.

“Yes, Mom,” Eli replied softly.

After that, Selena went about her own business. From a distance, she had watched the family enjoy breakfast together-without her. No one even bothered to send someone to call her.

“How outrageous,” she muttered under her breath as she walked down the corridor toward the main living hall.

She had intended to check the right-wing pavilion where Althea was staying but abandoned the idea after seeing the security there was unusually tight.

“Damn it. Who does Althea think she is, being guarded like that?”

The closer Selena got to the main hall, the more she felt it-the house was too quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that brought peace.

This was the kind of silence that felt empty. Unfamiliar.

As she descended the grand staircase, her steps slowed. There was no sound of conversation from the dining room or nearby lounges. No children running. Even the servants-usually moving about constantly—were barely visible.

But earlier that morning, during breakfast, the long table had been full.

Her brows drew together.

She walked toward the dining room and stopped at the doorway.

The table had been cleared. The chairs were neatly arranged back in place. Only a flower arrangement at the center hinted that the room had been used not long ago.

“Where did everyone go?” she murmured.

A servant who had been tidying a corner of the room immediately turned.

“You,” Selena called.

The servant approached cautiously. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Where is everyone? They were all here this morning.”

The servant hesitated before answering. “Mrs. Althea went to the prosecutor’s office. She wanted to see Mr. Daven.”

Selena narrowed her eyes. “The prosecutor’s office?”

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“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did the others go with her?”

“We weren’t given any further information,” the servant replied honestly. “We were only instructed to prepare the vehicles this morning.”

Selena studied her for a few seconds, trying to catch any hidden meaning behind the answer.

There was none.

“Fine. Go back to your work.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

The servant left at once. Selena remained standing in the middle of the dining room for a moment, absorbing the strange silence.

Slowly, however, her unease shifted.

This silence… felt advantageous.

She turned and walked toward the main living room, her steps now more relaxed. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows that stretched from the floor almost to the ceiling, bathing the spacious room in a warm yet refined glow.

Selena stopped at the center.

Her gaze moved slowly, taking in every corner with careful, almost calculating attention.

The living room wasn’t large.

It was designed to declare status.

The ceiling rose high above, adorned with delicate classical carvings. A crystal chandelier hung at the center, scattering light into soft reflections across the dark wood-paneled walls. Beneath it, a large Persian rug spread across the floor-thick and luxurious, muffling every step until it was nearly soundless.

A set of premium upholstered sofas was arranged symmetrically around an Italian marble coffee table, its polished surface flawless. On one side stood a grand black piano. In another corner, display shelves held porcelain collections and art pieces that were clearly far from ordinary.

On the main wall, a classic painting framed in gold was illuminated by special lighting, as if every object in the room had been placed with absolute intention.

Nothing was excessive.

Yet nothing looked inexpensive.

Everything spoke of the same thing-old, stable wealth, established power, and a family accustomed to standing at the top.

Expensive sofas. Thick carpets. Classical paintings. Furniture chosen with impeccable taste.

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All of this was a symbol of power.

And that power… should have been hers.

Soon, it will be.

Selena walked slowly toward the main seat Riana usually occupied when receiving important guests. She lowered herself carefully, leaning back as if testing how the position felt.

Her imagination moved quickly.

Distinguished guests arriving. Servants are waiting for her orders. Everyone looks at her with respect.

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