Billionaire's Regret Finding Her (Caitlin and Sebastian) novel Chapter 723

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Chapter 723

No matter how Caitlin questioned her, Heather’s voice stayed cold and unyielding. “I told you, I don’t know. I’ll take it to my grave.”

As long as she and her brother Maxwell kept silent, no one would ever find Kelly.

“If I were you,” Caitlin said quietly, “I’d start talking now. It might save you a few layers of skin.”

Somehow, a leather whip had appeared in her hand. A chilling glint flickered in her eyes.

The cell door creaked open. Heather stumbled back in panic. “What are you doing? You can’t torture me! I’m the queen!”

“You’re nothing now.” Caitlin’s voice cut through the air like ice. “I heard it was you who caused the accident that crippled the king. You tore him apart from my mother and destroyed their lives for your own greed. It’s time you paid for it.”

The whip cracked.

Heather screamed as it lashed across her body, the sound echoing through the narrow cell.

“Already crying out?” Caitlin asked coldly, her face void of emotion. The whip fell again and again, sharp and

merciless.

Heather writhed on the ground, shrieking in agony.

“Go on, kill me!” she spat out between gasps, her laughter breaking into madness. “Let’s see if you can find your precious mother! Hahaha!”

“Damn you!” Caitlin hissed, striking harder, her fury blazing.

No one knew how long it went on. By the time Heather’s body was covered in blood and her voice had turned to hoarse groans, Caitlin finally stopped.

She looked down at the woman, her voice low and trembling. “I’ll ask one last time. Where is my mother?”

“She’s dead…” Heather whispered, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips.

Caitlin froze. Pain shot through her chest, sharp as a knife.

“What did you say?”

Heather saw the despair in Caitlin’s eyes and began to laugh again, her voice breaking with hysteria. “I said your mother is dead! Kelly is dead–she died miserably, miserably–haha!”

“Shut up!”

Caitlin lost control, bringing the whip down again and again until Heather went limp, unconscious on the bloodstained floor.

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Magnus stepped forward, crouched, and checked Heather’s breathing. Confirming she was still alive, he said quietly. “That’s enough, Caitlin. Let’s go.”

Caitlin didn’t resist as he helped her out. The heavy cell door clanged shut behind them, sealing the silence.

In the royal garden, the night breeze was cool against the still air. Magnus guided her to a pavilion and sat beside her. “Are you all right?” he asked softly.

Caitlin didn’t answer, staring blankly at the reflection of the moon on the pond.

“Don’t believe what she said,” Magnus continued. “She only wants to break you. People like her will say anything to make you suffer.”

“I know.” Caitlin gave a faint, bitter smile. “But it still hurts to hear it.”

“She’s trying to crush your spirit.”

Caitlin took a slow breath, her voice steadier. “Since she won’t talk, the only lead left is Maxwell.”

Just as she said his name, a guard hurried over. “Your Highness, Maxwell has arrived. He requests to see you immediately.”

Magnus exchanged a glance with Caitlin, his expression sharpening. “Go rest. I’ll handle him.”

“Be careful,” she said quietly.

Outside the palace gates, Maxwell stood by his car, impatiently checking his watch.

“Did you send word to the prince? What’s taking so long?”

“Yes, Lord Maxwell. He’s on his way now.”

Moments later, Magnus appeared, composed and calm.

“What brings you here? Did you find my mother? My father needs her at the memorial tomorrow.”

Maxwell hesitated, then forced a light smile. “I reached her, but she said she’s enjoying herself and won’t be back anytime soon. As for the memorial, you’ll have to manage without her.”

Magnus nodded slightly. “If she’s happy, that’s fine. She deserves a break.”

“Get in the car,” Maxwell said. “We need to talk privately.”

Magnus climbed into the vehicle, and the driver discreetly stepped away.

“What’s so secret?” Magnus asked.

Maxwell leaned closer. “Your father’s getting old, Magnus. His health is failing. It’s time you took charge of the kingdom.”

Magnus remained silent.

“I can gather enough support from the ministers to make it official,” Maxwell continued smoothly. “He works himself to exhaustion every day. A good son would relieve him of that burden.”

Magnus lowered his gaze, feigning hesitation.

Maxwell pressed on. “But you should be careful. I’ve heard rumors. They say the king might have an illegitimate son. If that’s true and he brings the boy back to the palace–do you really think the throne will still be yours?”

Magnus looked up sharply. “What are you talking about?”

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