All Chapters of Pregnant Billionaire Heiress Gave Birth To Twins: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

"You chose that number because you know I can’t pay it. I can't even get it if I sell my company." She said, and Desmond responded by saying, "I thought you said you could pay me anything I mentioned. Pay me, and I will leave you alone." "So twenty billion dollars is worth me, then?" she asked, and Desmond chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "No, I didn't mean that. I thought you would be able to give me any amount I mentioned. I don't know you are so poor that you can't afford twenty billion dollars. Now, since you can't afford what I said, then use the available option, which is the most important thing I need." He said, and Anabel’s stomach twisted. She knew what he was about to say. And sure enough, he said it. "I want you. I want you back in my life." "So I was right," she muttered. "You saved my father to win me back. You are admitting it now." She said, and Desmond shrugged. "You know it's not true, but if I did, is it a crime?" "I will advise you to stop dreaming about u

With that, she left with reckless abandon. Desmond smiled and continued his drink. He believed that nothing would stop him from having Anabel back. Not even Sylvester....The next day, early in the morning, Sir Orton, who was now fully conscious and visibly stronger, was sitting on the edge of his hospital bed as the doctor performed one final check-up. Lady Orton stood beside him, holding his hand while Jethro stood from the corner of the room. Anabel, though silent, was watching closely. Lady Orton stayed over in the hospital while Anabel and Jethro came very early from the house. Dr. Maxwell adjusted his stethoscope and gave Sir Orton an approving nod. "You have made remarkable progress. You recovered so much faster than normal. Your vitals are okay, and your body is responding well. At this point, I see no reason to keep you here. You are free to go home." The doctor said, and Lady Orton let out a small breath of relief, squeezing her husband's hand. "That’s wonderful news,

"No," Jethro shook his head. "He stayed because he has a good heart. Think about it. He was downgraded, insulted, and told to leave, but he didn’t. He stayed because he genuinely wanted to save Dad." Jethro stated, and Sir Orton finally spoke up again. “Even though he hurt us, he did a good thing by saving my life. That’s something that can’t be ignored. So, he will be appreciated. But as Anabel said, that doesn’t mean he’s any less of a riffraff for breaking her heart.” “But Desmond doesn’t want to be appreciated with anything,” she mumbled. “You should all forget about it. He said that thank you was enough. He rejected my money, and I know he rejected Jethro’s offer too.” Jethro smirked slightly, glancing at his sister with an amused expression. “Yeah, but that doesn't mean he does not want anything. Maybe he wants something else that isn’t money.” Anabel frowned. She already knew where Jethro was heading with this. She was the prize. She was what Desmond wanted, but she wasn’t

At work, Desmond could not concentrate on anything. He kept looking at Anabel's picture. A beautiful picture where both of them were holding hands. He couldn't wait to have Anabel back to himself. Getting her back would be his greatest achievement for the year.... After work, he cleared his desk and made his way to the VIP parking lot where his car was parked. He started the car and slowly drove out of the company. As Desmond navigated the familiar streets leading to Sir Orton’s mansion, his mind began to race. This special dinner was more than just a simple gesture of gratitude. It was an opportunity. A chance to right his past mistakes, to seek forgiveness, and perhaps, to open the door for something new. He had spent the entire day in his office, thinking of the right words, the right approach. As he pulled up to the grand estate, he took a deep breath, smoothing out his sleeves, and stepped out of his car. The mansion stood tall and regal under the evening sky. The arc

Anabel raised her head and looked at him to know what he would say and their eyes met. Desmond didn't look away. He kept looking at her while Anabel held on with an unreadable facial expression. It was as if the time was paused. Anabel was waiting for Desmond to say something but he just kept looking at her. The eye's battle lasted for some seconds before Anabel held back and went back to the food she was eating. Desmond smiled lightly and shook his head before looking back at Sir Orton. "I don't think I have any other thing to request for. I’m well satisfied with what you have already done for me. What else should I ask for? I’m grateful for your forgiveness, and for welcoming me back to work with your company." Lady Orton, who had been keeping quiet, glanced at Desmond knowingly before speaking. "Are you sure you don't want any other thing?" she asked. "You don’t need any other favour from Sir Orton." Lady Orton asked, expecting him to say it out. She knew he wants Anabel bac