Mummy, We Found Our Billionaire Daddy: The Ex-wife's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Maximus' POV The room feels heavy with tension—stillness, awkward glances. Everyone’s waiting for someone else to speak, but no one’s willing to go first. I know it’s only a matter of time before my father calls. He always does when the stock numbers dip, even when things are somewhat under control. Not that the media’s making it easy for me to catch a breath. I still can’t wrap my head around how everything spiraled so quickly. The guilt eats at me—especially for the injured construction worker. The man’s lying in a private ward now, security posted outside his door. All because some shameless reporter decided to sneak in and hound him for a story. The man can barely stay awake without being sedated, let alone fend off vultures like that. I hate it. The audacity of it. The lack of respect for boundaries. His family hasn’t blamed me for the accident—not once—but that doesn’t make it any easier. I feel for them. I feel for him. Then came my father’s call. He didn’t ask; he

Maximus POV Raymond and I stand in front of the half-finished orphanage, the Infinity logo displayed proudly above the entrance. Out of all the projects I’ve undertaken in my life, this one means the most to me. Providing a home for thousands of children—giving them even a fraction of what I had growing up—wasn’t just business. It was personal. And now, someone is trying to sabotage it, trying to make me look like a failure. There’s no way I’m backing down without a fight. I’ve poured my heart into this, and I won’t let anyone destroy it. These kids deserve better. Even if they’ll never know the privilege of a golden spoon, this project can still give them something—hope, security, a chance. I gave the construction workers the day off. I wanted the entire site cleared so Raymond and I could take a proper look. Somewhere in this mess, there has to be proof of foul play. At first, I thought it might have been an accident—a mistake blown out of proportion. But Raymond was righ

Maximus POV The tension in the dimly lit room is suffocating. Everyone exchanges glances, uneasy, as they wait for me to speak. My anger is barely contained, simmering just beneath the surface. How could someone stoop so low? The audacity of trying to sabotage this project—a home for children who’ve never known comfort—has my blood boiling. What were they offered? Did they honestly think I wouldn’t find out? Or were they so stupid as to believe this would quietly disappear? I steal a glance at Raymond, sitting quietly across the room, and my chest tightens. The memory of that day replays in my head like a broken record. What if he hadn’t made it? What if he had fallen from the fourth floor? I wouldn’t be looking at him now—I’d be burying my best friend. That thought alone is enough to send chills through me. Raymond keeps joking about it, brushing it off like it’s no big deal, but it’s not funny. It never will be. If I had lost him, I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself. But no

Maximus’s POV "Have you lost your mind, Maximus?! What do you mean you shot him? Please don’t tell me he’s dead! And don’t tell me you dragged me here to help you get rid of a body!" Mason’s voice rises, panic seeping into every word. He yanks off his suit jacket, tosses it onto a chair, and loosens his tie before pacing back and forth like a madman. "And why didn’t you stop him, Raymond?" He halts suddenly, spinning toward Ray with a furious glare. "Instead, you’re standing there like a proud accomplice! What were you two even thinking? This isn’t you, Maximus. You don’t even own a gun! Who the hell gave you one in the first place?" I grumble under my breath, annoyed at his dramatics. “Relax, Mason. Stop panicking.” Raymond steps in before Mason can spiral any further, sighing heavily as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "For the record, the bastard Maximus shot deserved it. He’s the one who caused the accident at the construction site. The same guy who’s been sabotaging our

Jess POV Being born into the Norman family and marrying into the Hemsworth family? Honestly, that’s the universe telling me how much they’re on my side. How else would I get to live this life? The wife of a billionaire, with endless shopping sprees, always the center of attention. Many would kill to be in my position, and I’m just so grateful Selene is out of the picture. If she were still around, she'd be the one enjoying all of this while I’d be stuck working my ass off somewhere. Whenever stress creeps in, I go on a shopping trip. It’s the only thing that helps with my anxiety. When I’m surrounded by luxury brands, nothing can touch my peace. I feel untouchable, like nothing could ruin my mood. But today? Today I got the shock of my life. I was standing at the counter, ready to pay, and the cashier informed me that all my credit cards have been frozen. I’m penniless. There’s no way Mason could’ve done this. He doesn’t have any of my bank details, and the cards weren’t ev