Lahat ng Kabanata ng Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Belle's POVMy heart tore in a million pieces as I watched Zane walked away looking angry. But for the IV ropes that was still dripping with saline water, I would have pursued after him.Returning my gaze to my mother who looked like an angry mother bear, I tried to maintain some form of composure despite the deafening silence that hung over the room.My father’s stern voice broke the silence first. “Who was that?” he demanded, his eyes boring into mine.“He’s just a friend,” I replied softly, my voice trembling. “He helped me when I had an accident.”My mother stepped closer, her face etched with worry and anger. “Accident you say? What the hell happened, Belle?” I knew Dave must have already told them his version of events before they arrived. I could imagine him pushing all the blame onto me, making it seem like I was the one who had caused the miscarriage, like I was the one who had killed our baby. Taking a deep breath, I said, “The baby is gone.”My mother’s eyes widened with

Dave's POVI tossed in bed but my movement was restricted by the thick pound of flesh that sprawled over me sexily. I opened my eyes briefly, allowing the warmth of Jane's soft body rest on my toned muscles a bit.After a while, I gently lifted her off me and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. She murmured something inaudibly and rolled over, still deeply asleep.I checked the time and it was long past noon day. I sighed and walked quietly towards the bathroom. I needed to go make sure the drugs for the pharmacy landed in good condition.I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash away the remaining sleep that lingered in my eyes. After spending a while in there, I went out of the bathroom and got into the closet.I took out my phone and dialed Jason. The pharmacy store was running low on drugs to sell and severally, we kept having unidentified persons hijack our containment.“Mr. Scott," He said once the call connected.“What time are we expecting the containment to

Belle's POVThe days had been dragging on endlessly. My heart ached with the longing to see or at least talk to Zane. Since coming back home, I had been holed up inside the house and the most places I visit, I went were with the family driver. And he was either taking me to and from work as if I were a child in need of constant supervision. Gradually my cup of tolerance was also coming to its end.A loud knock on my office door broke my thoughts. I looked up to see Jane standing there, a smug look plastered across her face."What do you want, Jane?" I asked, trying to mask my irritation.Jane had been acting like the queen of the Coast since I resumed the work. She kept on picking on the junior doctors, aids and children. Jane's smirk widened. "I want you to get the fuck out of the hospital right now," she demanded.Great. Finally, she spoke. "Thank you for finally saying something," I replied, gathering my things. I was already tired of staring at the medical books in front of me,

Belle’s POV He hesitated but eventually answered the call. "Hey, Kamille," he said, his voice steady. "Yeah, it's been rough. Amanda's on the line too? Okay, hold on." He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Belle's here. She's... not good."My strength drained out of me, and I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly defeated. Ben continued talking to Amanda and Kamille, explaining everything that had been happening while I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Their voices blurred into a distant hum.After what felt like an eternity, Ben ended the call and turned back to me. "Belle, how about we go out for a drink?" he suggested gently.I nodded, suddenly feeling parched in my throat. "Yeah," I whispered. "I had to stop drinking for the baby... and now..." I couldn’t finish my sentence as the tears came, hot and uncontrollably.Ben sat beside me, his arm around my shoulders. "Hey, stop crying. It'll be okay. We'll get through this." He gave me a comforting squeeze. "Why do

ZaneI stood outside the restroom door, waiting for Belle. Her drunken state was more than concerning; it was heartbreaking. When she emerged, her eyes were glazed and unfocused, but she still managed to smile at me.“Zane,” she said softly, reaching out to cup my face with her hands. “Am I dreaming? Is that you?”Was she sober already?I held her steady, looking into her eyes. Her beauty struck me, even now. I didn’t deserve someone like her, someone so pure and innocent. But I couldn’t let her go. Her absence in the past few days had left me feeling incomplete, like a part of me was missing.“Yes, it’s me, Belle,” I whispered, my heart aching as I gazed at her. I wanted to kiss her, to lose myself in the softness of her lips, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. She was vulnerable, and I couldn’t take advantage of that. We walked back to the main floor, her arm draped over my shoulder for support. The elevator doors opened, and I scanned the room for Kamille, but she was nowhere to