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[88] Leon
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Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [89] The Blood Line
CEDRICThe sterile-room door closed firmly behind me. Its faint creak was followed by a heavy silence that seemed to press against my chest. After completing all the sterilization procedures, my steps felt unbearably heavy as I made my way across the cold granite floor.In the middle of the room stood a transparent incubator beneath the warm glow of the medical lights.I approached with bated breath.And there he was.A tiny, fragile body lay beneath the monitor cables, his delicate skin covered with wires and tubes. His breaths came in short, shallow bursts, his chest—no bigger than the palm of my hand—rising and falling in a hurried rhythm.“Leon is very small and weak, Mr. Cedric,” Nurse Lena whispered beside me, as though afraid her voice might disturb the baby’s silence. “His temperature regulation isn’t stable yet, which is why he needs to remain in the incubator. His body loses heat very easily.”My throat tightened.The wall of pride I had carried for so long crumbled into not
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [88] Leon
ELENABecoming a mother taught me one thing: there is no pain in this world more unbearable than watching your own flesh and blood fight for his life while you can do nothing but stand there, frozen and helpless, unable to take his place.The hallway of St. Jude Hospital felt cold and unfamiliar tonight. The sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose, mingling with the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat. In an examination room not far from here, Cedric was undergoing a series of blood tests and pre-transplant evaluations with a team of specialists. He had followed every procedure without complaint, willingly placing himself in their hands for the sake of a baby whose existence he had only learned about a few hours ago.My trembling steps came to a stop in front of the thick glass wall of the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit.Inside, lying in a tiny crib with transparent railings, was the little boy who had become my entire reason for continuing to breathe.Leon.Monitor cables and delicate tube
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [87] A Race Against Time
CEDRICElena’s reckless decision to climb out of bed and drop to her knees at my feet made my jaw tighten. The IV line taped to the back of her hand pulled taut, and a tiny bead of blood began to seep from her pale skin.“Enough, Elena,” I said coldly and firmly.Without wasting time on theatrics, I grabbed her beneath the arms and closed the distance between us, lifting her straight back onto the bed without giving her any room to resist. I looked directly into her tear-filled eyes, making my boundary unmistakably clear without having to say another word.“Stop this foolishness. I don’t need your vows, your life, or your submission. Leon is my flesh and blood. I’m going to save him because he’s my son, not because you’re offering me something in return.”Elena stared at me in stunned silence, her tongue going stiff as she listened to the absolute, unyielding certainty in my voice.Click.The sound of the bedroom door opening broke the tension between us. Gavin stood frozen in the doo
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [86] The Bitter Truth
CEDRICIt felt as though my entire world had stopped turning. The air around me seemed to vanish as every word that left Elena’s lips crashed into my ears.The butterfly hair clip belonged to Elena. The woman that night… was her.“What… what do you mean?” My voice came out strangled, barely more than a whisper caught in my throat. My jaw clenched hard, every muscle in my body going rigid as I stared into her tear-filled red eyes. “Do you even realize what you’re saying, Elena?”“I’m not lying, Cedric…” Elena’s sobs grew heavier, her chest rising and falling as she struggled beneath the weight of fear and despair. “That night… at the hotel… the masked woman who was with you in the darkness… that was me.”A sudden, pounding headache seized me. The memory of that forbidden night that had haunted me for months suddenly replayed in my mind like a broken recording. The burning heat of alcohol and the effects of the aphrodisiac, the faint touches of the mysterious woman whose face I had neve
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [85] It Was Me, Cedric!
CEDRICI have no idea how fast I was driving, and frankly, I didn’t care. All I knew was that the drive to the office, which should have taken half an hour, had taken me barely ten minutes. The moment I reached the lobby, I parked the car haphazardly. The engine had barely been switched off when I was already out of the car and striding toward the security post.From a distance, I could already see the figure of a woman lying on the sofa inside the security booth. She was thin. Her face was pale. Her hair was disheveled.I froze for a moment in the doorway. Elena had changed physically, but I recognized her face immediately. It was her.I dropped to my knees beside her and called her name softly. “Elena. Elena, wake up.”There was no response. She was still breathing, but her breaths were weak. I gently patted her cheek, trying to rouse her. Still nothing. One thing immediately struck me: her belly was no longer swollen. Did that mean she had already given birth?My jaw tightened. Wit
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [84] For Leon
ELENA“Congratulations, Mrs. Elena. It’s a boy.”“Thank you, Doctor.”The moment I finally gave birth to my baby boy all by myself, I broke down in tears. Yes. All alone.There was no family by my side, no one holding my hand. The only people there were the doctors and nurses helping me through the delivery. Every time a wave of contractions tore through me, I could only squeeze my eyes shut and silently repeat one name in my head while clinging to the last scraps of my consciousness.I had to hold on. This baby was all I had left in this world. Then, finally, a piercing cry shattered the silence of the room. My ragged breathing and the sweat soaking my face suddenly felt worth it the moment I saw my tiny baby boy.Leon.A name I had chosen long ago, in the quiet loneliness of my life. But the happiness lasted only a moment. The warmth of Leon against my chest was suddenly taken away when the medical team hurried him out of the room. The atmosphere instantly turned tense. The doctor, w
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! Before Tonight
ELENAI didn’t sleep at all that night.After leaving Edward’s study, I sat motionless at the edge of the bed. It was already two in the morning, yet his words still echoed relentlessly inside my head.Divorce me… or sleep with another man to give me an heir.I squeezed my eyes shut.The cruel part
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! The Ultimatum
ELENA“There are only two choices, Elena. We either get divorced… or you sleep with another man and give me an heir.”Edward didn’t even look at me when he said it. His eyes remained fixed on the documents in his hands, as though he were discussing an ordinary business meeting instead of destroying
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! A Familiar Feeling
ELENAThe next morning, the Ashford mansion felt far livelier than usual.Several maids moved back and forth through the dining room, placing dishes one after another onto the long table. The rich aroma of food filled the air, yet somehow it only made my stomach turn again.I took a slow breath bef
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! Two Lines
ELENAI wasn’t sure if I had truly woken up or if part of me was still trapped in the night I desperately wanted to forget.All I knew was that my body felt unfamiliar the moment I opened my eyes. When I turned my head, Cedric was sleeping soundly beside me. For a few seconds, I could only stare at
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