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Chapter 329

Author: Anney GW
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 13:54:46

Harrison’s POV

Lucas had slept through.

He was sitting up in the hospital bed at seven in the morning eating a triangle of toast with one bite taken out of it, looking at the wall like he had never seen a wall before.

Chloe was in the chair beside the bed reading him facts off her tablet about the brain, because Chloe had clearly been up since five.

“The frontal lobe is behind your forehead,” she said.

“I can feel my forehead, Chloe.”

“That doesn’t mean you can feel your frontal lobe.”

“I feel
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  • He Wants Me More After Divorce   Chapter 329

    Harrison’s POVLucas had slept through.He was sitting up in the hospital bed at seven in the morning eating a triangle of toast with one bite taken out of it, looking at the wall like he had never seen a wall before.Chloe was in the chair beside the bed reading him facts off her tablet about the brain, because Chloe had clearly been up since five.“The frontal lobe is behind your forehead,” she said.“I can feel my forehead, Chloe.”“That doesn’t mean you can feel your frontal lobe.”“I feel it.”“You don’t.”“I do. It’s warm.”Estelle had gone home an hour ago to shower and grab clothes for all of us. I was in the chair by the window. I had not slept. I had stopped pretending to around four.The doctor came in at ten past eight with the tablet and a small stack of paper. She had the kind of tired around her eyes you got when you had been on for fourteen hours, but she smiled at Lucas and asked him about the toast.“It’s cold,” Lucas said.“I know. Hospital toast’s a known problem.

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    Estelle’s POVI had been staring at the same paragraph of the same paper for twenty minutes, and I had not turned the page.I got up and poured myself a glass of water from the kitchen. I came back to my office and set it on the desk and sat down and looked at the paper again. I did not drink the water. I picked up my phone. I put it face down on the desk. I picked it up again. He had not texted.The doorbell went at twenty past three, which was Mrs. Henderson with the kids.I thanked her. Lucas came in quiet, which was the first sign. Chloe came in with her face set, which was the second. I knew enough not to ask yet.“Snack,” I said. “Kitchen.”Apple slices, cheese. Chloe ate her apples in three bites and asked if she could go upstairs. I said yes. Lucas pushed the apple slices in a slow circle around the edge of his plate. He ate one.“My head hurts, Mom.”I set the towel I was holding down on the counter.I came around the table. I put my hand on his forehead. He was warm. Warmer

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