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Chapter 71: Abroad but Teasing
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Monica blinked against the pale morning light filtering through the curtains. Her arm stretched across the bed instinctively—but all she found was cold sheets. She sat up slowly, pushing her hair out of her face with a sigh. Gone. Of course. She glanced around, her eyes narrowing slightly—until they landed on the tray near the nightstand. A plate of toast, fruit, and a cup of coffee sat neatly arranged. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small tug at the corner of her lips. Next to the coffee was a folded note. She picked it up, unfolded it without ceremony. “Didn’t want to wake you. You looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks.” “Went to the company—Diane’s on the verge of mutiny.” “Eat something. Don’t starve yourself out of spite.” “I’ll be back.” —Spencer. Monica stared at the note for a beat, then scoffed under her breath. “Of course he signed it like a damn villain.” But her chest clenched in that familiar, annoying way it always did with him. She dr
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The door slammed open with a bang that echoed through the house. Spencer jolted awake, arm instinctively tightening around Monica, who lay curled beside him, asleep and unaware. Bootsteps thundered down the hall. Spencer didn’t need to guess—it could only be one person. He sat up quickly, pulling the sheet around Monica protectively. “Dad,” he said sharply as Charles appeared in the doorway, eyes blazing. “Keep your voice down. You’ll wake her.” Charles stopped short, frozen in the threshold like the sight had knocked the wind from him. His gaze swept over them—his youngest son half-naked in bed, tangled with Monica, his other son’s wife. “You…” Charles’s voice shook with restrained rage. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind.” “Lower your voice,” Spencer warned again, eyes steady. “She’s sleeping.” “Sleeping?!” Charles hissed, fists clenched. “You’re in bed with your brother’s wife, and you want me to whisper?” “She’s not his wife anymore,” Spencer said coolly, slipping out
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The hospital lights dimmed to their nighttime setting. Monica hadn’t moved from the chair. Her arms were folded tightly around herself, her back stiff, her heart heavy. Liam hadn’t stirred. Nurses had come and gone, adjusting tubes and IVs. Still nothing. But Monica stayed. She didn’t cry anymore. She just sat, silent, eyes occasionally drifting to his face. What would he say when he woke up and learned the truth? That the man he called father had walked out. That the woman who raised him had lied. That the only one left in the room was the woman he’d betrayed. She should’ve left. But she hadn’t. A blanket had been draped over her by one of the nurses who had gently whispered, “You’ve been here a while, miss.” She hadn’t responded. Just stared at the pale rise and fall of Liam’s chest, her own breathing shallow. And she stayed. Spencer stood by his car, parked across the street under the dim glow of a streetlamp. The window was halfway rolled down. He’d been there for hours.
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Monica sat in stunned silence in the corner of the VIP ward, her fingers clenched tightly together. Her mind was still spinning from the doctor’s words.Liam isn't his son.The door creaked open again, and this time, it wasn’t a nurse.It was Beatrice.Elegant as ever, though her lipstick was slightly smudged and her heels clicked a little too loudly against the sterile floor. Her eyes found Charles first, then drifted to Monica with barely restrained disdain.“How is he?” she asked, walking toward the bed.Charles didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he turned slowly to face her, his hands folded in front of him. There was a stillness in his demeanor that made Monica tense.“We need to talk,” he said, voice tight.Beatrice raised a brow. “Can it wait? I want to see my son.”“It can’t wait,” Charles replied coldly.Beatrice froze mid-step. Slowly, she turned. “What is it?”Charles stepped forward. “Liam needs a blood transfusion. His condition is stabilizing, but if it drops again, we
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Monica’s phone rang, the sharp vibration against the nightstand jolting her from the drowsy warmth she’d been cocooned in. Spencer’s arms were still wrapped tightly around her, his breath brushing the back of her neck.She blinked, reached over, and grabbed the phone.Spencer stirred behind her, eyes opening slowly. The sky outside had dimmed into deep blue—late evening.“Who is it?” he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. “Please don’t say the hospital.”Monica didn’t answer immediately. Her face tightened as she listened. Then: “Okay, I’ll be there.”She hung up.Spencer pushed himself upright, frowning. “What’s going on?”“The hospital just called,” Monica said, swinging her legs off the bed. “Liam needs an emergency blood transfusion. They’re trying to contact his immediate family members.”Spencer exhaled slowly. “So… you’re going?”“Of course I’m going,” she said, tugging on her clothes. “Spencer, he’s your brother. You might need to donate blood for him.”Silence.Then Spence
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Monica watched her phone ring until it finally stopped. Spencer.Again.It was the sixth missed call in the last hour. She hadn’t picked up a single one.She sighed and set the phone face down on the edge of the hotel bed. Her suitcase lay open in front of her, half-packed, like it was waiting for her to make up her mind—about everything.The fashion week was over. A whirlwind of cameras, fittings, flashing lights, and fake smiles. Applause still echoed in her head, but none of it reached her heart. Not with Liam still unconscious. Not with the tabloids dragging her name like dirt beneath their heels.She ran her fingers through her hair and zipped up the suitcase with one sharp tug.Two days.It had been two days since Liam was admitted to the hospital, and she’d been there every day, sitting by his side, hoping his fingers would twitch, that his eyes would flutter, that the machines would beep differently.But nothing.No movement. No words. Just machines and silence and guilt eatin
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