Semua Bab Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Bab 231 - Bab 240

[Cordelia]"Doctor, are you saying my little boy is seriously ill? That it isn’t just a cold?"I can't remember what he says next because everything else is a blur. His words rush past me in a whirlwind of confusion. More scans, more tests, more treatments that may or may not work. Apparently this virus is so lethal that it kills most of the people who catch it. It’s also extremely rare. Steele Labs had been working on a cure for this virus and several others by making a miracle treatment that would work on everything from this illness to infant lung cancer.They died before they could ever share it with the world. And now my baby, my perfect baby boy, might be dying like so many other Steele babies before him. "He's a strong, healthy child," the doctor assures us, "And while there is no perfect cure for an illness like this, but with treatment he has a chance. We were able to save Atlas and Clark from this illness, maybe some of the same treatments will work for Jasper.""But it mi

[Cordelia]When we returned to Steele Industries, my mother was waiting anxiously. Sydney was nowhere to be seen, buried deep in the archives. She looked lost, despondent, and so alone my heart ached to see it. Being around Sydney is only causing her pain. I think of my other mother, the one who raised me, and wonder how she is doing. I haven't spoken to her since that awkward tea. Mr. Greyson, the man I grew up calling father, has called a few times and left a few messages. He even sent a small care package when Jasper was gone. But I haven't been ready to forgive them. Seeing Crissy Devaroux is making me question whether or not I have been fair to them. Yes, I never felt showered with their affection, but maybe that isn't entirely their fault. Maybe as a younger child, I would have always felt like I was living in my older sister's shadow. Maybe, I should give them another chance. "Maman, are you okay," I sit down next to her and wrap my arms around her to give her a sideways hu

[Sydney]"Alright, Ms. Sydney," Stelly, our security guard comes up to remind me it is time to go for the evening. "You are the last one left in the building. Again." "Oh dear," I look around pretending that I hadn't noticed. "I guess I did it again. I guess I'll have to continue my work at home." Picking up a stack of manila folders and my notebook, I jam them into my leather bag. "You work too hard," he comments, shaking his head. He's a big teddy bear of a man, 6'2" and as wide as he is tall.I know he finds me beautiful, so I let him think I might be interested when he helps me open the door. It never hurts to have a person like him in my back pocket."Thank you," I bend over to pick something up, knowing that he can't help but watch. "I do appreciate how you make such an effort to care for me." His face is the perfect shade of cherub pink as I wave to him on my way out to my car. I need a drink. It's been

[Cordelia]"I don't trust this, and I don't trust him," Tilly tells me over breakfast as we make the last few plans for her shower. "There is something about him that just seems a little bit...off." Thinking about how Henri has been acting over the last few weeks, I can't disagree. Ever since he started insisting that I date him as a push to get me to consider marrying him, he has been acting a bit bizarre. Posessive. He went from being a close friend to someone I don't feel entirely safe around.Which is a shame. He was a good friend. "He says he has something he needs to speak with me about, but what could be so important that he'd make a fuss about it?" I wonder aloud. Tilly shrugs. With everything else going on, we have enough things to worry about. We have decided to have the baby/wedding shower at Steele Industries on the Design floor since it has a wide-open space for gatherings and many of the people who love Tilly work there every day. Rather than ask for gifts, Tilly reall

[Cordelia]"Stop this madness," I scream in Henri's face. "I do not love you. I will never love you. My heart belongs to..."The sting of his hand on my face knocks me over. I wrap my arms around my son protectively, shielding him from the fall, and keeping him from further harm. He is balling uncontrollably now, confused and scared. The red mark on his leg has started to bleed. The door slams open and Atlas charges forth like a raging bull, slamming his fist into Henri's face, knocking loose one of his perfect teeth. The two men fall to the floor, Atlas' fists striking him over and over again. "Atlas stop! You'll kill him," I beg. But Atlas doesn't listen. Enraged, he is more like a beast than a man, unable to turn off whatever primal instinct made him reach out and protect his family by force. Clark rushes into the room along with Tilly, whose eyes are as wide as saucers. Seeing me on the floor, she drops her knees and pulls me into her arms as her fiance grabs his brother's arms