Novel-novel oleh Kester

Kelly had been hospitalized for five days. The wounds on her body had begun to heal, but her memory still hadn’t fully returned. Every time someone asked her about the events before she lost consciousness, the little girl would fall silent, her eyes empty, as if searching for the missing fragments of her mind.Today, the doctor finally allowed Kelly to go home.“However, please remember,” the doctor said, glancing alternately at Vicktor and Elisha, “do not put any pressure on her. Let her rest. Her memory will return on its own, but if you try to force it, it could only make things worse.”Vicktor nodded slightly. “I understand, Doctor.”Elisha gently stroked Kelly’s head. “Did you hear that, sweetheart? You can go home today.”A small smile appeared on Kelly’s lips. “Can I go home to my mom’s house?” she asked innocently.The question made Vicktor’s chest tighten in an instant. He looked toward Amora, hoping she would help him find the right answer.“Your mom’s just gone away for a l

Vicktor stared at his phone lying on the table. Ever since Kelly had started crying for her “mother,” the atmosphere in the room had been anything but calm. Lucy was still outside, pacing back and forth with an irritated expression, while Kelly kept calling out “Mommy” through her sobs.Finally, with a deep breath and a heavy heart, Vicktor opened his contacts and pressed on Elisha’s name.The dial tone rang a few times before a gentle female voice answered, “Vick? What’s wrong?”“Kelly… she’s looking for you, El,” Vicktor said, his voice low and heavy. “She refuses to eat, won’t talk, and keeps rejecting Lucy. I don’t know what to do anymore.”There was a brief silence on the other end as Amora heard the faint sound of the little girl crying. Then she asked softly, “Vick, why is Kelly crying?”“Because she’s looking for her mother,” Vicktor replied weakly. “And the mother she means… the one who was with her last night, is you.”Another moment of silence followed. Then Amora’s voice c

A nurse entered the new hospital room with light steps, carrying a tray of healthy food. The aroma of warm soup quickly filled the air—soft, soothing, and comforting.“It’s time to eat, sweetheart,” the nurse said gently, placing the tray on the small table beside the bed.Vicktor immediately stood up and took the tray from her hands. He smiled tenderly at his daughter. “Come on, Kelly. The soup’s still warm.”But Kelly quickly shook her head, her small lips pouting stubbornly. “Daddy... I want Mommy to feed me,” she whimpered softly.The room fell silent in an instant. Vicktor froze, glancing at Elisha, who was sitting quietly at the side of the bed. The air turned heavy—an awkward mix of guilt and confusion.“Kelly, let Daddy feed you, okay? We can talk while you eat,” Vicktor tried to coax her, his voice calm and patient.But Kelly’s eyes grew teary. “No!” she snapped, her tone rising with childish defiance.Amora, who had been silent all along, finally spoke in a soft voice. “Umm.

The hospital corridor felt eerily quiet that night. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft footsteps of a few nurses echoed down the long hallway. In front of the NICU room, Vicktor sat hunched over, his fingers tapping aimlessly against his knees. It was almost eleven at night, yet Lucy still hadn’t returned.He had tried calling his wife countless times, but the result was always the same—her phone was turned off.“Lucy… where did you go?” he muttered under his breath, staring blankly at the phone in his hand.Earlier, he had even called one of the maids at home, hoping Lucy had gone back to rest. But the answer he received only tightened the knot in his chest—Lucy wasn’t home. No one knew where she had gone.Across from him, Amora sat silently, occasionally glancing at Vicktor, who looked visibly restless. There was something in his expression that made her heart beat faster—a genuine worry, one she had once known so well when they were still together. Yet that fee

Lucy’s eyes fluttered open, blinking hard as if waking from a nightmare that felt far too real. Her vision spun for a few seconds before finally focusing on the figure beside the bed.“Kelly…” she whispered weakly, barely audible. Her body jerked upright, breath ragged, and in an instant, her once-dazed gaze sharpened—burning with fury and hatred.“Lucy, you’re awake?” Amora’s soft voice trembled, but before she could step closer, Lucy’s hand shot up, seizing her by the throat with shocking strength.“You must die, Elisha! You have to feel the pain my daughter felt!” Lucy screamed hysterically, her eyes wild, blazing with rage.Amora coughed violently, her hands clawing at Lucy’s arm—but then she stopped resisting. Because there, standing frozen at the door, was Vicktor. His body was stiff, panic written all over his face, torn between intervening and holding back. Amora knew the act had to look convincing—and this time, she chose to let Lucy vent her fury.“Lucy…” Amora’s voice broke

Lucy paced back and forth in front of the tightly closed door. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and her fingers fidgeted restlessly against each other. Inside that room, her daughter was being examined by the doctors, and time seemed to crawl unbearably slow as she waited for any certain news.Meanwhile, Vicktor sat on a chair in the waiting area, his body bent forward, both hands folded over his stomach, eyes fixed blankly on the floor. Only the ticking of the wall clock filled the heavy silence. Across the room, Amora stood leaning against the wall, about a meter away from Vicktor. Her expression appeared calm, yet her gaze was unreadable—somewhere between sympathy and something darker.A few minutes later, the door opened. An elderly male doctor stepped out, his face weary and serious.Vicktor immediately stood up, and Lucy hurried toward him.“Doctor, how is my daughter?” Lucy asked quickly, her voice trembling.The doctor let out a long sigh. “We’re transferring your daug

Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stacks of documents.They exchanged a quick glance before one of them bowed slightly and answered nervously, “I’m sorry, Mr. Axton, we haven’t seen your grandmother.”Axton exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Then find her! Make sure every floor is checked!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. The employees straightened immediately, knowing that when their boss spoke in that tone, something serious was happening.Without wasting another second, Axton strode toward the security post. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the guards. “Use the CCTV. Find Grandma Hana. I want every corner of this building checked.”“Yes, sir!” the guard replied quickly.Axton stood before the

Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from

That morning, the atmosphere in the Almero family dining room appeared warm, yet beneath that warmth lingered a subtle air of rivalry. Everyone had gathered, enjoying breakfast together. Moreen busied herself moving back and forth, serving food and pouring warm unsweetened tea into Hana’s cup. Her smile was sweet, but her gaze was full of calculation.“Please, Grandma,” Moreen said softly, offering a neatly arranged plate of bread and fruit.Hana gave a faint smile—neither refusing nor showing enthusiasm. She merely looked at her granddaughter-in-law with an unreadable expression.Across the table, Evelyn watched the scene with sharp eyes. She raised her brow, holding back the urge to comment on Moreen’s behavior, which she found revolting. That woman thinks Grandma will like her? Of course not! Evelyn sneered inwardly. I’ll be the one to expose your true colors, Moreen.Meanwhile, Axton remained silent, eating the breakfast prepared by his wife without saying much. He appeared calm,

Hans sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the door. The clock’s hands pointed to ten at night, yet there was still no sign of Angelina. Every passing second felt slow and suffocating. He had tried to calm himself, but the longer he waited, the more restless he became.With trembling hands, Hans grabbed his phone and pressed Paul’s contact. A moment later, the man’s deep voice came through the receiver.“Hello, good evening, Young Master Hans. Paul speaking,” he said casually.“Paul, deploy all your men to search for Angelina’s whereabouts!” Hans ordered, his tone firm yet quivering with panic.Paul paused for a second, then chuckled lightly. “Looking for Miss Angelina? Where did she go, Young Master? Did you two have a fight?” he teased, thinking it was just a trivial matter.“Paul! I’m serious! Angelina’s been missing since this afternoon. Her phone’s off, and she’s not in her apartment!” Hans’s voice rose sharply, loud enough for a few nurses outside the room to g

After ending the call with Angelina, Hana sat at the edge of her bed. Her face was tense, carrying an unspoken worry. She glanced toward the door, making sure no one outside her room had overheard the conversation. Once she felt safe, she stood up and quietly stepped out.The evening breeze slipped through the living room window. The sky glowed a golden orange, yet Axton still hadn’t returned from the office. Hana took a long breath, gazing at the street beyond the curtain.“Axton, you’ve strayed too far, my son,” she murmured softly.She walked toward the kitchen. But her steps froze when she saw a woman standing by the stove, wearing an apron, stirring something in a pot.Hana’s brows furrowed. “You… if I’m not mistaken… you’re Axton’s secretary at Almero, aren’t you?”The woman turned around with a gentle smile. “Yes, Grandma. I’m Moreen.”“What are you doing here?” Hana asked flatly, hiding the edge of suspicion in her tone. She slipped back into her role — pretending not to know

Inside the hospital room, filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and the soft beeping of the IV machine, Angelina sat quietly by the bedside. Her hand moved gently as she spoon-fed Hans, who now looked far more spoiled than usual. Ten minutes earlier, Hans’s parents had just left the room, giving the two of them a moment alone.Hans smiled weakly, yet his teasing never ceased. “Look at me—I can’t even eat without your help,” he said, gripping Angelina’s hand tightly. Even with the IV needle still attached to his hand, his touch felt warm—so warm that it sent a small tremor through her chest.“Then get better soon, so I won’t have to feed you again,” Angelina replied softly, trying to hide the faint blush coloring her cheeks.Hans gazed at her intently. That look made time seem to stop. “Angelina, what did you feel… when I was critical?” he asked in a tender, meaningful tone.Angelina lowered her head. “Panic,” she answered shortly.Hans raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “And