The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The next hour was a whirlwind. Chloe barely had time to process Adam's words before his assistant, Marcus, arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Adam had made the calls, and everything was moving fast—too fast. You’ve got to step up, Chloe. You’re the only one left. Adam’s voice echoed in her ears as Mrs. Warren led her to the parking lot.As they pulled out of the hospital parking lot, Marcus’s calm voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "The board members are gathering, and the media’s already at the building. They know about the accident."Chloe’s heart raced. "And they know about my parents’ condition?""Only what’s been reported publicly—critical, no specifics. But the board’s uneasy. Stocks are dropping. People are panicking. They need someone to reassure them."Chloe pressed her hands against her legs, trying to steady herself. Me? Reassure them? She wasn’t ready for this, not even close. But with Adam and Francis in the hospital and her parents fighting for their lives,

“The vote will now begin.”As Sterling prepared to call the vote, the boardroom became more tense. Chloe’s heart thudded in her chest as the board members prepared to cast their ballots. This was it. The moment everything would be decided. Her future, her family's legacy—everything was on the line.The board members began submitting their votes electronically, each click on their tablets echoing like a ticking clock in Chloe’s mind. She sat perfectly still, her fingers gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned white from the pressure.She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it felt like the walls were closing in. Across the table, Henry sat with his usual smirk, a perfect picture of calm confidence. Every now and then, he glanced in her direction with the faintest hint of triumph flickering in his eyes.Chloe doesn’t news her eyes to feel Henry’s on her. The thought of it sent chills down her spine and goosebumps on her skin.“Stay focused,” Chloe whispered to

“Leo?” Chloe’s voice was soft, and for the first time that day, the weight on her chest lifted slightly.“Hey,” Leo replied warmly. “I heard about the accident. How are you holding up?”Chloe sighed, her grip tightening on the phone as she processed his question. "It’s... been a lot. My parents are in critical condition, and Adam and Francis are recovering slowly. And now this..." She trailed off in a shaky voice.She felt a lump rise in her throat but swallowed it down. The boardroom, the vote—it had drained her emotionally. But Leo's presence, even through the phone, felt like a calm in the storm.“I can’t even imagine what you’re going through,” Leo said, his voice low with concern. “But I know you’re strong enough to get through this, Chloe. You always are.”Chloe felt a small smile tug at her lips, despite everything. Leo always had a way of making her feel seen, not just as the blind girl struggling in a world of sight, but as someone capable and resilient. "Thanks, Leo.""And c

A few minutes before Chloe stood at the podium, Leo found himself lingering at the back of the crowd. He hadn’t planned on staying for the press conference, but here he was. Why? He wasn’t entirely sure. He told himself it was curiosity—that he simply wanted to see how Chloe would handle herself in front of the press, how she would respond to the sharks waiting to tear into her. But that wasn’t the whole truth, and he knew it.The truth was more complicated. Leo had first seen Chloe Westbrook weeks ago, during the scandal with her ex-husband, Dan Sawyer. It was everywhere in the papers, their faces splashed across tabloids like an endless parade of dysfunction.Dan. Leo’s nephew.When Leo learned that piece of information, it had felt like a cruel twist of fate. He’d known all along he should stay away, keep his distance. There were enough red flags to make it obvious—Chloe’s complicated past, the age difference between them, and the fact that she had been married to his nephew of

Chloe could hear the soft beeping of medical machines from the other side of the door, and the faint murmur of voices. Mrs. Warren gently knocked before pushing the door open.As she pushed Chloe’s wheelchair into the hospital room, the sound of a news anchor’s voice reached her ears.“…following her sudden collapse at the press conference, many are questioning whether Chloe Westbrook is ready to lead Westbrook Industries during this critical period…”Chloe’s stomach dropped. The newscaster’s words felt like a knife twisting in her gut, confirming all the fears and doubts she had been trying to suppress. They were talking about her—her failure, her collapse—broadcasted for the world to see.The sound of the news cut off abruptly, followed by a flurry of movement. Adam, fumbling with the remote, had quickly turned off the television as soon as he noticed her entering the room.“Chloe!” Adam called out, his voice sounding too bright, too forced as he tried to pretend, hoping Chloe didn