Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 302

“I regret it too.”

Dorothy looked at her disappointing son, choosing her words with care. “I regret ever encouraging Willa to confess her feelings to you. I regret forcing you to take responsibility for her after everything that happened.”

“No one—no one regrets it more than I do!”

Beasley felt a violent jolt in his chest. After the initial shock, a thousand tiny aches began to burrow their way from his heart, spreading until pain filled him to the brim.

“Mom, will you tell me more about what she was like before?” Beasley’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

Dorothy hesitated, then asked quietly, “Why put yourself through this?”

“I want to hear it,” Beasley insisted, stubborn as ever.

She sighed at last. “What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything. I want to know it all.”

He’d already missed so much of her life; now, listening to his mother’s memories was the only way to piece together what he’d lost.

That night, Dorothy told Beasley story after story. She told him about the first time she met Willow at the hospital, about how she’d been drawn in by this gentle, resilient young woman. She described the careful ways she tried to get closer to Willow, and how, as they spent more time together, her fondness for the girl only deepened.

Dorothy didn’t spare Beasley’s feelings. She recounted, in detail, the moment she discovered Willow’s secret crush on him, and how things changed after Willow married into the family. She talked about the small joys and quiet moments she and Willow shared as mother- and daughter-in-law: some of it involved Beasley, but much of it was just theirs—precious memories belonging to the two of them alone.

Beasley listened without a word for hours, never interrupting. He was utterly absorbed, like a man clinging to a lifeline, soaking in every detail.

Before he knew it, night had fallen. That evening, Vincent didn’t return to his penthouse at Opal Residences—instead, he stayed at the old family house.

He slept in the second-floor bedroom he used to share with Willow.

At their marital home in Baycrest Villas, he and Willow had always maintained separate rooms. But at the old house, that wasn’t an option.

Of course, the Sinclairs turned out in force as well—Claire and her entire family showed up, making it clear just how important this was.

After welcoming the doctor, Beasley didn’t follow the Sinclairs back to their estate. Instead, he and York slipped away to a quiet restaurant for lunch.

York, representing the Sinclair family, wanted to thank Beasley for finding the elusive Dr. Percival Payne.

“I’ve barely had a minute to breathe lately. How long has it been since we’ve actually seen each other?” York asked after booking them a private room—just the two of them.

He poured Beasley a drink, sliding the glass across the table. “This one’s for you. Thanks for bringing Dr. Payne to us—and for saving my shoulder, too.”

Beasley lifted his glass, his voice even. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Healing Ethan’s leg will take time. Even if Dr. Payne works a miracle, your brother still has a long road ahead of him. As for your shoulder, I’m afraid you’ll be carrying that burden for a while yet.”

York managed a wry smile. He’d learned to laugh at his troubles these days. “As long as it’s not on my back for life, I’ll survive. Honestly, I was never cut out for all this.”

He could handle running a single company. But managing a sprawling empire, with dozens of subsidiaries and branches? That was another story entirely.