Too Late, My Regretful Don Chapter 06

Too Late, My Regretful Don Chapter 06

face. 

I stumbled forward, reaching out to touch her 

“Don’t move!” A hand grabbed me from 

behind. 

I turned my head and froze. 

Not far away, Renato was sitting in his 

Rolls–Royce at a red light. For no reason, his heart 

ached sharply. 

His lips turned pale. 

Then his gaze cut through the crowd and the 

traffic, locking onto the girl lying in the blood. 

In the passenger seat, Rosa glanced out the 

window and narrowed her eyes. 

She changed the subject, whining, “Honey, it’s 

just some idiot who ran a red light. Let’s go home. 

Don’t let this bad luck rub off on us.” 

Renato frowned. “You’re a doctor. Shouldn’t 

your first instinct be to help a patient?” 

Rosa choked on his words. Her gaze 

flickered. 

Just then, the light turned green. 

Cars behind them honked like crazy. Renato 

pulled over. 

Ignoring Rosa, who was struggling to keep up 

with her big belly, he hurried toward the accident. 

scene. 

Rosa gritted her teeth. 

She’d worked so hard to get rid of that bitch 

Giulia. There was no way she’d let her worm her 

way back in. 

So she deliberately twisted her ankle. “Ah!” 

Renato paused. He hesitated for a moment, 

then gave in and went to Rosa’s side. 

He knelt on one knee and held her swollen 

ankle. 

Rosa hissed in pain, looking pitiful. “It hurts 

so much… honey, I want to go home.” 

Renato looked over at the scene. The medics. 

had arrived and were loading the girl in the blood 

into an ambulance. 

He watched the doors slam shut. 

For some reason, his chest felt like someone 

had carved out a piece of it, leaving a hollow. 

space where cold wind blew through. 

Like he’d lost… something important. 

Seeing him like this, Rosa’s nails dug into her 

palms with rage. 

In the past, even a scraped knee would make 

him worry for hours. He’d have Cristiano rush over 

with imported medicine from overseas, terrified 

she’d scar. 

But now, he couldn’t even focus on his 

pregnant wife’s twisted ankle because of a 

stranger whose face he hadn’t even seen. 

She squeezed out a few tears. 

“Fine. I’ll just take a cab home myself.” 

Then she put her injured foot on the ground. 

and almost fell from the pain. 

Renato sighed and caught her. 

“Don’t make a scene.” 

“No one is more important than you and the 

baby. I’ll take you home right now.” 

He gently lifted Rosa into the passenger seat, stepped on the gas, and drove home. 

A news report came on the radio, [Late on March 21st, a fatal traffic accident occurred on Via Toledo. The victim was pronounced dead at the scene. Investigation confirmed that the patient had terminal cancer.] 

Hearing that, Renato’s heart tightened for no 

reason. 

A guess surfaced in his mind, but he pushed 

it down. 

He pressed a button and changed the station. 

But over the next few days, the unease in 

Renato’s chest didn’t fade. It only grew worse. 

He signed contracts wrong. Burned his hand. 

getting water. Accidentally smashed the fish tank. 

Then one day, he got a call from the police. 

“Mr. Valenti? Your ex–wife, Giulia, died in a car 

accident. We can’t get ahold of her mother. Could you please notify the family to come identify the body?” 

Renato froze for a second, then frowned 

impatiently. “Is this a prank?” 

“Whoever you are, stop calling me. Or I’ll 

report you to the police.” 

Then he hung up. 

The caller dialed again. 

The officer explained, “We really are the police. You can look up our badge number and the accident case number yourself.” 

Renato was about to hang up again. 

But something inside him stopped him. He found himself opening the internal database. 

On the screen, he saw the deceased’s photo. And a cold, clinical description. 

Cancer. Traffic fatality. Body. 

A chill went through him. 

Those words echoed in his mind. His brain. 

went blank. His phone slipped from his hand and 

hit the floor. 

No way. 

His first thought was that this was all fake, or 

On the screen, he saw the deceased’s photo. 

And a cold, clinical description. 

Cancer. Traffic fatality. Body. 

A chill went through him. 

Those words echoed in his mind. His brain. 

went blank. His phone slipped from his hand and 

hit the floor. 

No way. 

His first thought was that this was all fake, or that the police had mixed up the IDs. 

But when he went to the morgue and pulled back the white sheet himself, his whole body shook uncontrollably. 

Giulia was really dead.