All Chapters of Pregnant Billionaire Heiress Gave Birth To Twins: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

He walked near to Sir Orton's bed and started checking his body. Anabel watched as the specialist checked her dad's weak body. Minutes passed as he worked in silence, evaluating. Then, he finally spoke. “I need a filiform needle,” he requested and turned toward the nurse. She nodded quickly, rushing to retrieve it. Anabel barely blinked. She was watching every movement like her father’s life depended on it. And it did. Her father's life depends on whatever they were doing at that very moment. After a couple of minutes, the nurse returned with three packs of filiform needles and gave them to the doctor. Without hesitation, the specialist began to perform acupuncture on Sir Orton. The room was silent as the specialist struggled to save Sir Orton's life. And then...He stopped. The tension in his shoulders told them everything before he even spoke. They could tell he didn't succeed. He shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable at first. Then, he inhaled deeply and said the

Sylvester stood rigid in the hospital room. His jaw locked tightly as the relief-filled voices of Anabel’s family and others surrounded him. No one saw that coming. It just happened when all hope had gone. Lady Orton was crying with joy, Jethro was exhaling deep breaths of relief, and Anabel... She was just standing there, frozen in shock, looking at the man who had just saved her father’s life. That man was Desmond, his latest rival. Sylvester’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. He wasn’t happy. He couldn’t be. Not because Sir Orton had recovered. No, that wasn’t the problem at all. The problem was who was responsible for it. Desmond. The man who had been completely erased from Anabel’s life. The man she had walked away from. The man she was supposed to never consider again. Yet now, here he was. A hero. The person who had just pulled her father from the brink of death. Sylvester felt something deep and ugly twist in his chest. He was close. So close to sealing his grip on A

Desmond couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Jethro,” he said with some trace of amusement, “I don’t need money. I don’t need anything. What I did, I did for myself.”"Don’t say that,” he insisted. “I’m happy, Desmond. My dad is alive because of you. You have to be appreciated.”Desmond offered another small smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze. Something unreadable. “I can’t ask for what I really want. You cannot give me what I want."Jethro blinked. He was confused by the response, unsure of what Desmond meant. “What do you mean? What is it that I cannot give you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.Sylvester, who was standing by the side, listening with silent interest, stiffened instantly. He knew. He knew exactly what Desmond meant. Desmond wanted Anabel back. And that was something Jethro couldn’t give him."No. I can't not let this happen. I had spent too much time and too much effort to have Anabel for myself. I haven't even gott

Anabel stepped back into the hospital room. Her thoughts were still clouded with frustration over Desmond’s abrupt departure. When she got inside the room, she couldn't see Jethro and her mother. Only Sylvester and the nurse were there. She frowned slightly and turned toward Sylvester. “Where are Jethro and my mom?” she asked. “They left with the doctor,” he casually replied. “Maybe they went to his office to talk more about your father's health. "Alright." She went and took a seat beside her father. The machine had been disconnected. Her father was now breathing freely without any support, which showed that Desmond did a very nice job. Sylvester studied her for a moment before speaking up again. “So, did you catch up to Desmond?” "No,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “He didn’t wait to talk to me. I was calling him, and he drove out with his car.” Sylvester chuckled lightly. “Of course I expected that from him. I know he won't do better." He said, shrugging. “Now that he’s sa

Desmond exhaled slowly, debating whether to even begin explaining. But the weight was too heavy to carry alone. “I was called to help someone in a hospital today,” he began. "It was a critical case—life or death.” He paused, and his mother’s eyes widened in surprise. “You? Called to a hospital?” He nodded. “Yes. And when I got there… I saw Anabel.” He said, and his mother’s expression faltered for a moment. “Anabel? Your ex-wife? What happened to her?” "Nothing happened to her. She was fine. Her father was the one sick." Desmond replied. "Her father? I thought she only had a mother. How come she has a sick father?" The mom asked. "That was what she told us, but she has a father. And the surprising part was that her father is Sir Orton. The CEO of Orton's group. She is a billionaire heiress, Mom." He said, and his mother froze. For a second, she didn’t react. She just stared at him, as if trying to process the words he had just spoken. “You mean… Anabel is Sir Orton’s daughter?”