LOGINAnna's POV Sunlight streamed through the hospital window, casting a warm glow across Lucius's pale face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the beeping monitors confirming what the doctors had told us—he'd survived the critical forty-eight hours. Relief washed over me like a gentle tide. "Rachel, please arrange a private room for Lucius," I said. "Make it convenient for Lucian and the others to visit. And hire a professional nurse for when they return to work." Hours passed before Lucius finally opened his eyes, initially silent and disoriented. The police investigators waited patiently until he was ready to speak. "I... remember clearly," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Someone... pushed me. At that moment... only he and I were on the scaffolding." My jaw tightened. This wasn't an accident—it was attempted murder disguised as workplace negligence. With the victim's testimony, the police finally had what they needed. The next day, they issu
Anna's POV My lips curved into a cold smile. "I doubt I'm wrong. Marcus warned me about this before." The mention of his name sent an unwelcome pang through my chest. "You've been living at the construction site personally overseeing everything, yet this still happened. It's nearly impossible to prevent. Well, we can't guard against thieves forever—since they've made their move, we'll respond accordingly." Looking at Daniel's haggard face, I softened. "I've got the company covered. You should go rest." He shook his head stubbornly. "I think I should make another trip to the police station." The door opened as Sean entered, his gaze briefly dropping to my belly before meeting my eyes. "Let me go instead. Daniel should stay at the company. I’ll handle the police station and construction site." Daniel's relief was palpable as he nodded. "Alright, thank you for taking this on." Rachel chimed in from the doorway. "Then I'll go to the hospital." Hooked at my team organizing
"Some of us have work to do," I replied, checking my watch. I needed to leave before Elizabeth appeared and questioned me about yesterday. The construction site accident was something I preferred to keep from her-her protective instincts had intensified tenfold since my pregnancy, and news of such an incident would only amplify her worry. Too late. Elizabeth approached, concern etched across her elegant features. "Does Shaw Corp stop functioning without you or something? What time did you get home last night?" Her eyes narrowed as they fixed on my belly. "You need to care not just about yourself but also about those babies you're carrying." My heart softened at her furrowed brow. "It's fine, I don't feel tired yet. When I can't handle it anymore, I'll work from home, okay?" The lie slipped out easily-I was exhausted, but work wouldn't wait, especially not now. "Then next month," Elizabeth stated firmly, crossing her arms. "Starting next month, you'll stop going to the office
Marcus's POV My fingers tightened around the tablet's edge until my knuckles blanched white._ As if I needed the reminder._ "I'm well aware of the risks, Peter," I replied, my voice colder than I intended. "With all due respect, sir..." Peter hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "You've made many enemies in Europe. Doyle might be weakened, but others would gladly take his place. They're watching your movements closely." I didn't respond, instead tapping the screen to replay Anna's interview. Each time I watched, I noticed something new—the slight tremble in her fingers when she mentioned legal action, the barely perceptible way she shifted her weight to ease the pressure on her lower back. 'That's enough." I cut Peter off before he could continue his unnecessary warnings. "Have you finished your report?" Relief flickered across his face. "I'm pleased you're maintaining perspective, sir. I was concerned I might need to physically restrain you from boarding a plane."
Anna's POV Catherine peered over my shoulder, her eyebrows arching in surprise. "Dad? What's he calling you for?" I answered, putting the call on speaker. To my surprise, it wasn't Phillip but William Murphy's warm, gravelly voice that came through. "Annie, is there anything your Grandpa William or your Uncle Phillip can help with? You just say the word. Don't worry, don't be afraid. William's here to make everything right for you." The familiar concern in his voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension from my shoulders. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but gently scold him. "William, why aren't you resting yet? It's so late." Catherine leaned closer to the phone. "Grandpa, I'm here too. Anyone who dares to bully Shaw Corp or hurt Anna will have to answer to me." William grumbled good-naturedly, "You! It would be impressive if you weren't causing Anna more problems." I quickly defended her, "Catherine helped me tremendously to
Sean and I moved aside as Anna emerged, supported by Rachel with Clayton following close behind. Even in her loose coat, her pregnant belly was unmistakable. Her face was pale from exhaustion, but her expression remained resolute. Glasses Guy's jaw dropped. "That's impossible. I was told she left hours ago..." "Who told you our CEO had left?" Sean's voice was ice-cold. "Ms. Shaw has been here since we first received news of the accident. She hasn't even had dinner except for sharing food with the worker's family. Anyone here can verify that." I noticed Glasses Guy trying to slip away through the crowd. I caught Sean's eye and nodded slightly toward the retreating figure. Sean and Rachel immediately moved to follow him. Anna's POV Daniel handed me the microphone with a subtle nod of encouragement. Camera lenses zoomed in on my face, their predatory focus making my skin crawl. I straightened my posture, one hand instinctively shielding my belly as I faced the media vultures
Sierra's POV Too late, I realized I'd handed her ammunition. Jack's brow had furrowed. I, his expression darkening. "Jack, Anna must have her reasons," Lucy continued, her voice dripping with manufactured compassion. "We shouldn't judge her." The hypocrisy was too much. "Stop pretending, Lu
Marcus's POV I crouched down and yanked the rag from Doyle's mouth, maintaining a calculated distance. His response was predictable a glob of saliva launched in my direction. I sidestepped it with practiced ease, my expression unchanged while disgust and cold fury bubbled beneath the surface. P
Anna's POV The woman standing beside Catherine in our living room looked like she'd stepped out of a medical journal— crisp linen shirt tucked into tailored pants, not a single blonde hair out of place in her tight bun. Her posture screamed professional discipline. "Elizabeth, I heard you were
Anna's POV The evening at Le Ciel had been surprisingly pleasant, with Samuel and Catherine proving to be excellent dinner companions. As we stepped into the Le Ciel lobby, heading toward the exit, my relaxed mood evaporated instantly. The Simpson family stood near the reception desk-Mary, George







