บททั้งหมดของ THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

**Into the Unknown** stood at the edge of the bustling city, the weight of the past few days pressing down on her shoulders. The discovery in the book had been a shock, but the revelation that Eric was connected to the shadowy forces pulling the strings in her life had shaken her to her core. She had always trusted him, believed in his loyalty, but now, doubt clouded her every thought.Michael stood beside her, his expression unreadable, his body tense as if ready to spring into action at any moment. They had spent the last few hours poring over the book, trying to piece together its fragmented clues. But despite their best efforts, they were no closer to understanding the full picture."We need to find Eric," Isabelle said, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Her voice was steady, but the uncertainty in her heart mirrored the storm raging in her mind. "He's the key to everything. If we can get to him, maybe we can finally uncover the truth."Michael glanced at her, h

**Unraveling the Mystery**The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city as Isabelle sat at the small table in the corner of their hotel room, studying the documents they had retrieved from the warehouse. The papers were filled with names, coded transactions, and addresses that made little sense at first glance.Michael poured a cup of coffee and set it in front of her. "Find anything yet?"She exhaled, rubbing her temples. "It’s all connected, but I can’t see the full picture yet. These names… some of them seem familiar, but I don’t know why."Michael sat down across from her, flipping through the pages. "We need help decoding this. Someone who understands these types of financial transactions."Isabelle nodded. "Andrew might be able to help. He has connections in cyber forensics."Michael hesitated, his jaw tightening. "Do you trust him?"She met his gaze, seeing the concern in his eyes. "I do. If there’s anyone who can make sense of this without drawing too much attention, it’s

** A Race Against Time**Isabelle stood by the window, her hands clenched into fists as she watched the night stretch endlessly beyond the cabin. Eric’s warning echoed in her mind. You have to disappear before they catch up with you.But how could she run when so many unanswered questions remained? Michael sat at the small wooden table, deep in thought. His face was unreadable, but she could sense the weight of the moment pressing down on him.Finally, he spoke. “We need a plan.”She turned to face him. “Running isn’t an option, Michael. We can’t just disappear and hope they forget about us.”Michael exhaled sharply. “I know. But staying means we’re walking right into their trap. We need to outthink them.”Isabelle paced the room, her thoughts spinning. “Eric said they’re powerful. That they control everything from the shadows. But that also means they have a network—people they rely on, resources they use.”Michael nodded. “If we can find a weak link in that chain, we might be able t

** The Forgotten Estate**The car ride to her father’s abandoned estate was tense. Isabelle sat in the backseat beside Michael, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her coat. The cool night air seeped through the cracked window, but it did little to ease the storm brewing inside her.Her father had secrets—secrets she had never imagined. And now, those secrets had become her problem.Michael reached over and gently covered her hand with his. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”She met his gaze, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know. But I have to find out.”Donovan, who was driving, glanced at them through the rearview mirror. “The estate isn’t exactly a cozy family home anymore. It’s been abandoned for years. There’s no telling what state it’s in.”Isabelle exhaled sharply. “That doesn’t matter. If my father left something behind, this is the only place it could be.”The car rumbled over a dirt road, winding through dense trees. The further they drove, the more isolat

**The Warning Lingers**Isabelle sat in silence long after Andrew had left the room. The weight of her dream clung to her like a heavy fog, refusing to fade even in the bright morning light. She had dreamed of her father before, but never like this. Never with such urgency.Some truths are more dangerous than lies.His words echoed in her mind, making her pulse quicken. What truth was he talking about? And why now?Determined to shake off the unease, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching as she tried to gather her thoughts. The mansion was unusually quiet this morning, the absence of noise amplifying the uncertainty pressing against her chest.She needed answers.After freshening up, she made her way downstairs, her fingers trailing along the polished wooden banister. Every step felt deliberate, as if she were moving toward something inevitable.In the grand study, the air smelled of old books and polished oak. The massive shelves towered over her, filled w