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[14] When Family Feels Like a Cage
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2026-06-04 21:12:02
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Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [93] A Wall Between Us
ELENAMy footsteps felt like lead as I made my way down the deserted hospital corridor. In a quiet corner of the cafeteria, I sat with my head bowed, staring at my trembling fingers resting in my lap. Heat burned behind my eyelids, but my tears seemed to have run dry.Regret came crashing down on me without mercy.I had just shouted at the man who had risked his life to save my son. The man whose body was still wracked with pain from the bone marrow transplant he had undergone for Leon's sake. Cedric didn't deserve my unwarranted anger. He might have offered me a place to stay solely out of concern for Leon's health, but my pride and oversensitivity had twisted his kindness into an insult.I went too far, my heart whispered in regret. He's only worried about Leon.But just as the thought of softening toward him crossed my mind, a much deeper fear rose up to shield my heart. The trauma of my past with Edward still haunted me like a restless ghost. Marrying Cedric, stepping back into th
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [92] Beyond Good Intentions
CEDRICThe tears streaming down Elena’s cheeks and the tremble running through her body did nothing to loosen my grip. Every word she had just said about the public backlash, about people calling her a cruel woman for marrying her former husband’s younger brother, sounded utterly absurd to me.I stared straight into Elena’s tear-filled eyes, trying to project calm even as my own heart pounded violently against my chest.“Let them talk,” I said sharply, my voice cold and unwavering. “Let the entire world condemn me or judge you however they want, Elena. I don’t care.”“Cedric, does that mean you don’t care about how I feel?” Elena gasped, startled. She tried to pull her fingers free from my grasp, but I held on, my fingers firmly locked around hers.“Edward was the one who destroyed your marriage first,” I continued, voicing the bitter truth everyone had chosen to ignore. “He abandoned you, left you to struggle through your pregnancy alone, and ignored Leon while he was fighting for hi
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [91] The Price of Belonging
CEDRICThe first sensation to greet me as consciousness slowly dragged me out of the darkness was a sharp, searing pain radiating through my hips and spine. The chill of the recovery room prickled against my skin, but the burning heat in my lower back was far more overwhelming as the local anesthetic gradually wore off.I groaned softly, trying to move my fingers.“Mr. Cedric? Try not to move too much yet,” the Chief Doctor’s voice came from beside my bed, gentle against the steady beeping of the heart monitor.My throat felt painfully dry and constricted, but there was only one name racing through my mind.“L-Leon...” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper, barely holding together. “How... how is my son?”The doctor smiled warmly, and the relief in his eyes instantly shattered the tension that had been crushing my chest. “The bone marrow extraction procedure went very smoothly. The transplant into Leon’s body was completed an hour ago, and his initial response has been very positive.
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! [90] If Only You Knew
ELENAAt seven in the morning, the air in the corridor of St. Jude Hospital was bitterly cold, as though it had frozen the breath in my lungs along with everything else. My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage, racing to a rhythm I couldn't explain.Cedric and I hadn't talked much last night. After I said those final words, Gavin had come to fetch me from the nursery and escort me back to my room. Once again, I found myself lost in thought over the way Cedric treated me as though I were some kind of VIP patient who needed constant supervision.And now, right before my eyes, the double doors leading to the main operating suite stood tall and intimidating.I stood frozen as the small medical gurney carrying Leon was pushed through the doors by two nurses dressed in sterile surgical attire. Beside the gurney, Cedric walked with steady strides, dressed in dark green surgical scrubs. His face was calm, but his sharp eyes locked onto mine for several seconds before the automatic sliding
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! 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
Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours! Riverside Hotel
ELENAIt was already six in the evening when I finally returned from the hospital.The moment I stepped into the bedroom, the first thing I saw was that dress. I picked it up slowly. The fabric was thin and light, revealing far more skin than I was ever comfortable showing.Edward hadn’t only given
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
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