ห้องสมุด
ค้นหา
หน้าหลัก / Romance / My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son / Chapter 52 — The Man in the Next Room

แชร์

Chapter 52 — The Man in the Next Room

ผู้เขียน: Billie Patsy
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-10-14 21:07:21

Sable’s POV

It was time to check on Luca.

I already knew he would not talk much. He never did. Still, someone had to try. There was no family on the chart, no emergency contact that answered, no visitor who ever stayed past the doorway.

He was alone in a way that made the room feel larger than the square footage on the floor plan. His body was improving. The numbers said so. His mood had not gotten the message.

I knocked once and went in with a smile that cost nothing and usually returned n
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่แล้ว บทต่อไป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son   Chapter 80 — Headline

    Rhett’s POV The next day I met Isolde’s father in a meeting room that had once been used for contracts and timelines. It was not a business meeting. The agenda was disappointment, dressed in a suit and a voice that still expected obedience from a younger man. He sat across the table with his hands folded, the posture of someone who had financed enough deals to believe every broken arrangement could be renegotiated if the pressure was applied in the right order. “You cancelled the wedding.” He did not raise his voice. He didn’t need to. “You terminated the partnership unilaterally. My daughter has been publicly embarrassed. My company has been left explaining a hole where a Voss alliance used to be. I want an account of what you think gives you the right.” “The right is that I never chose her.” I stayed standing. Chairs made conversations longer than they needed to be. “The engagement was my father’s arrangement and your family’s opportunity. I ended both. That is the account.”

  • My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son   Chapter 79 — Not Intimidated

    Rhett’s POV Mother arrived without warning. I opened the door to find her already composed for confrontation — coat still buttoned, bag at her elbow, the expression she wore when a conversation had been rehearsed on the drive over and the outcome decided before the first word. She stepped inside as if the apartment were still an extension of a house she controlled, eyes moving once across the living room in a quick inventory of a life she had never bothered to visit on ordinary days. “Isolde has been calling me constantly,” she said before I could offer a seat or a drink. “Day and night. She wants me to speak to you. To put the wedding back on track. Your father’s death doesn’t erase what was arranged between families. It makes the arrangement more important, not less.” “Our relationship was over long before he died.” I closed the door and stayed on my feet. The distance between the entry and the sofa felt deliberate. “Don’t ask me to go back to a woman I never chose. I never s

  • My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son   Chapter 78 — Convince Me

    Sable’s POV I panicked a little when Corin’s voice was so close to me. The sound was ordinary. Familiar. It still sent a jolt through my shoulders as if I had been caught mid-sentence in a conversation I wasn’t ready to share. Ivo looked up from the table first. Dad only smiled, calm in the way he got when the house finally held all of us at once. Corin came in with his jacket half-off and the tired posture of a meeting that had run long. He went straight to Ivo, kissed his forehead, then pulled Dad into a brief hug and squeezed my shoulder before dropping into the chair across from us. “What were you two talking about?” he asked, already reaching for a glass. Dad didn’t miss a beat. “How was work? You’re so late.” Corin huffed a short laugh. “Meeting I couldn’t miss. Ran over. How are you, Sab? Staying the night?” “I’d love to.” I kept my voice light. “I can’t. Work tomorrow.” The restaurant lie sat under the words like an old floorboard. Dad’s eyes flicked to mine and away

  • My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son   Chapter 77 — What I Hid

    Sable’s POV I sat across from my father at the kitchen table with my hands wrapped around a glass I had not drunk from. The house was quiet in the way it only got in the late afternoon — Corin still out, Ivo occupied in the other room with the dinosaur and a stack of cushions. I had run out of safer conversations. The restaurant lie had lived too long. Rhett’s name had come too close to this door too many times. If I left again without speaking, the distance would only calcify. “I need to tell you the truth,” I said. Dad looked at me over the rim of his own cup. He didn’t push. He only waited, which somehow made it harder. “I don’t work at a restaurant.” The sentence came out flat, practiced in my head a hundred times and still foreign in the air. “I work at a hospital. I’m a nurse. I have been for years.” His expression shifted — not shock exactly, more the slow rearrangement of a man rewriting a story he had accepted on trust. “And Rhett.” I forced myself to hold his gaze.

  • My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son   Chapter 76 — Yes

    Sable’s POV I couldn’t stop turning Rhett’s words over on the way home. If Alden had carried the same birthmark, the question wrote itself whether I wanted it to or not. Could he have been Luca’s father? The thought sat beside every other secret I was already holding and made the air in the bus feel thinner. I couldn’t reach Luca tonight. Discharge timing, shift schedules, the simple fact that some truths needed more than a corridor and a chart — I had no clean way to put that possibility into his hands even if I had been sure. My apartment was quiet when I unlocked the door. Ivo’s absence still had a shape. On the side table sat the envelope I hadn’t opened the day before — plain, no return address, my name in handwriting I didn’t recognize. I had left it for a version of me with more room in her chest. That version had not arrived. I sat on the sofa and slid a finger under the flap. One line. No signature. “I know who Ivo’s father is. Stay away from Rhett if you don’t want

  • My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son   Chapter 75 — Empty Room

    Sable’s POV The next day I went about the work as if the floor had not learned my name. People still mentioned it in the soft, sideways way staff used when they thought a nurse could not hear — cafeteria, water, the Voss woman, the heir. I paid no mind I could afford to show. Charts. Lines. Call lights. The tasks had clean edges. Gossip did not. I kept my head down and let the shift carry me from room to room until the ordinary rhythm almost felt like armor. Luca’s door was open when I reached it. The bed was empty. Sheets folded back. IV pole gone from its usual place. For a second the absence did not register as absence — only as a room between cleanings. Then the shape of it hit. Discharge was close, not today. He should have been here. Panic rose sharp and fast. I stepped fully inside. Near the blanket, half-tucked under the edge of the pillow, a note sat in handwriting I already knew from the rare times he had signed a form. “Thank you for taking care of me, but I don’t ha

บทอื่นๆ

บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ

สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status