Todos os capítulos de The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Dan Sawyer stepped off the private jet, the cool evening breeze brushing against his face as he descended the steps. The plane had just touched down, and despite the exhaustion from his two-day business trip, his mind was already back on the things that mattered.As he reached the black luxury sedan waiting for him, his assistant, Kyle, stood by the door, phone in hand, ready to update him on everything that had transpired during his absence.“Welcome back, Mr. Sawyer,” Kyle greeted him as Dan slid into the back seat. “How was your trip?”“Productive,” Dan replied, loosening his tie. “But you know how it is—good to be back.” He settled into the plush leather seat, feeling the weight of the past two days fall off his shoulders. “So, what did I miss? Anything urgent while I was away?”Kyle glanced at his tablet, flipping through his notes as the driver pulled away from the private airstrip. "There’s been a lot of media coverage about Westbrook Industries these past two days. Your ex-wif

The sterile, brightly lit hallways of City General Hospital were almost too quiet for Chloe’s liking. The faint hum of fluorescent lights, the soft beeping of distant monitors, and the muffled voices of nurses.Everything blended together into a dull background buzz as she made her way down the corridor toward the ICU. Her cane tapped lightly against the smooth tile floor, a steady rhythm that did little to calm her nerves.The smell of antiseptic—sharp, metallic, and sterile—hung in the air. Hospitals always made Chloe uneasy, after having to visit twice a week when with Dan to donate blood for his lover but today, that feeling was even stronger. It wasn’t just the usual discomfort that came from being in a place where people were so vulnerable; it was the weight of everything else. The company, her family, her collapsing at the press conference, and now... her parents.Her parents. She could hardly call them that.Since learning she was a Westbrook, Chloe had never met them. Ric

Chloe stood in the sleek, glass-walled boardroom of Westbrook Industries, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The smell of fresh coffee mingled with the faint scent of leather from the high-backed chairs surrounding her. She had arrived just before dawn, slipping into the company like a ghost. The doctors had advised her to rest, her brothers had insisted she take a break, but Chloe couldn't afford that luxury. Not now. Not with everything hanging in the balance.She stood at the head of the table, hands resting on the cool surface, feeling the weight of the room pressing in on her. Around her, the board members were murmuring in low voices, casting uneasy glances her way. She could sense their doubt, their thinly veiled skepticism. They didn’t trust her, not yet. And she collapsing yesterday after the press conference had only deepened their concerns.As Marcus ushered the last of the members into the room, Chloe took a deep breath, steel

Sofia followed the nurse down the long hallway, her heels clicking softly against the polished tile floor. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying the argument from earlier that morning and the sting of Dan saying Chloe's name during an intimate moment. She maintained a calm expression, but anger bubbled just below the surface. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Dan’s insistence on coming to the hospital today.As they reached the exam room, Sofia paused, suddenly remembering she had left her phone in her bag back in the doctor’s office. “Oh, I forgot something,” she told the nurse, turning on her heel and heading back down the hall.Her pace quickened as she neared the doctor’s office, the sound of Dan’s voice reaching her ears. She slowed; her curiosity piqued. Something in his tone was different—more urgent. She edged closer, just outside the door, her hand hesitating on the handle when she heard Dan speak.“...did you notice anything unusual about Chloe the las

The drive home from the hospital was unnervingly quiet. Dan kept his eyes on the road, his thoughts far away, replaying the revelation about Chloe’s pregnancy. The news felt like a heavy weight in his chest. He tried to maintain his usual calm exterior, but his mind kept drifting back to what Dr. Jackson had said.Chloe, pregnant. His child.Dan wasn’t sure how to feel—surprised, angry, confused. But more than anything, he needed answers. Why hadn’t Chloe told him? Was she planning on keeping it a secret?Beside him, Sofia sat in the passenger seat, her posture stiff, arms crossed over her chest. She hadn’t said much since leaving the hospital, just the occasional small talk about her check-up that Dan responded to absently. He had no idea that she had overheard his conversation with the doctor.As they pulled into the driveway of their house, Dan glanced at Sofia, noticing her tight expression. She hadn’t looked at him once during the entire drive, and now that they were home, she