บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE LAST CHANCE : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

They stayed there for a while, enjoying the quiet of the night. The stars above twinkled like distant promises of everything that was yet to come. Amelia’s thoughts drifted to the future, to the days ahead when their family would grow. She imagined Jackson as a big brother, the look of wonder and excitement on his face when he first met his sibling. The thought filled her with a deep sense of contentment. As the night grew later and the cool air began to seep into their bones, Amelia and Alexander eventually made their way back inside. The house was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of Jackson’s steady breathing from his room. They headed upstairs to their bedroom, and Amelia changed into her pajamas, the soft fabric comforting against her skin. Alexander joined her in bed a few moments later, his presence as steady and reassuring as ever. As he slipped under the covers and pulled her close, Amelia felt the weight of the day finally catchin

It was clear that Evelyn had been following the news closely, but she didn’t press Amelia for details or gossip. Instead, she listened with genuine concern, offering words of support and reassurance. “I know the media can be relentless,” Evelyn said after a while, her voice was steady and calm. “But don’t let them get to you. What matters most is your family, and we’re all here for you, no matter what.” Amelia nodded, feeling a sense of relief settle over her. Evelyn had a way of making everything seem more manageable, even in the midst of chaos. They continued talking for a while, the conversation flowing easily between them, and for the first time in days, Amelia felt a sense of peace. As the afternoon light shifted, casting a golden hue over the house, Amelia felt a sense of calm settle in, even though the recent days had been anything but peaceful. She knew that Jackson, her son, would soon be back from school, and the thought of having the family together again after such a

It had already been four months since Chloe’s arrest, and Alexander’s family had finally settled into a sense of peace—one that felt long overdue. The chaos that Chloe had caused, the tension that had rippled through their household, was gone, leaving an air of calm that both Alexander and Amelia had craved for so long. Life, however, wasn’t as simple as closing the door on the past and moving forward, especially not for Jackson. Jackson, Chloe’s son, was only six years old, too young to understand why his mother wasn’t around anymore. Too young to comprehend the complexities of the situation or why everyone seemed so hesitant to talk about her. His world had suddenly shifted, and the person he had relied on the most—his mother—was no longer there to comfort him. And it showed. He asked about her every day, sometimes multiple times a day, his innocent eyes wide with hope, waiting for an answer that never seemed to come. "Where's Mom?" Jackson would ask Alexander with a frown as he

Amelia walked slowly up the stairs, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Jackson and his struggles lately. As she reached the top, she paused outside Alexander's study room, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She knew she needed to talk to him about Jackson, but part of her dreaded the conversation. They had both been through so much recently, and the last thing she wanted to do was add more stress to an already complicated situation. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly before pushing the door open. Alexander was sitting at his desk, his attention focused on a set of documents spread out in front of him. He looked up as she entered, his expression softening when he saw her standing there. "Hey, Amelia," he greeted, setting his pen down and leaning back in his chair. "Everything alright?" Amelia gave him a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I need to talk to you about Jackson," she began, her voice a little hesitant. She crossed the room, coming to stand near

And that was what gnawed at Amelia’s conscience. No matter how toxic Chloe had been, she was still Jackson’s mother. Could they really keep her away from him forever? Was it fair to let Jackson suffer because of the mistakes his mother had made? The next morning, Amelia woke up before dawn, her thoughts still swirling. She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Alexander, and made her way downstairs. The house was still, the air cool and quiet. She walked into the kitchen, where the faint scent of coffee lingered from the night before. She filled a glass with water and sat at the kitchen table, staring into the darkness outside. She thought about Jackson, about how she would explain Chloe’s return to him. Would he be excited to see her? Would he be confused about why she had been gone for so long? The questions felt endless, and she didn’t have all the answers. All she knew was that she had to put his well-being first. A few hours later, Amelia heard footsteps behind