บททั้งหมดของ Chasing by Billionaire: My Ex Wants Me Back: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Angela's POVI sit on the cold, hard bench outside the emergency room, my heart pounding in my chest. The minutes stretch into an eternity, each one heavier than the last. My fingers drum against my knees, my foot taps restlessly on the floor, but none of it eases the anxiety twisting inside me.When the doctor finally emerges, I’m on my feet before he even finishes stepping through the doors. “How is he?” I ask, my voice thin and wavering.The doctor gives me a kind, professional nod. “Your father is out of danger,” he says, and I exhale, feeling some of the weight lift from my shoulders. “He hasn’t woken up yet. We’ll continue to monitor him closely.”I feel a slight rush of relief, and I dare to hope that things will be okay. “Thank you,” I manage, my voice soft. “Will he… is there anything else I should be worried about?”The doctor offers a reassuring smile. “He’s responding well to treatment. Once he wakes up, we’ll keep him in for a few days; just in case there are any changes.

Lyle's POVI can’t shake this gnawing feeling of unease. It started earlier, after Angela’s uncle showed up at my house.I remember how the visit began—Angela’s uncle standing at my door. I didn’t want to let him in. His presence was a disruption I don’t need, but I didn’t have much choice.Now, he sits across from me in the living room, and I struggle to keep my irritation in check. He wastes no time getting to the point, launching into a monologue about Angela’s behavior. “You understand how much pressure she’s been under,” he tells me firmly. “We’re worried about her. The family, I mean. We can all see something is wrong.”I listen, but my patience is thin. Sure, Angela’s been acting erratically, but what does that have to do with him?That old, familiar greed drips from every word he says, and my stomach turns.“She needs support,” he says, wringing his hands in a display of false concern. “She’s not herself. If you could reconsider the breakup, maybe things could stabilize.”I

Angela's POVSeeing Lyle standing in front of me, fury practically radiating from him, catches me completely off guard. A swirl of emotions rises inside me—surprise, resentment, a flicker of sadness. What is he even doing here? The way he’s looking at me, as though I’ve done something wrong just by standing beside Michael, stirs a fire I’d been trying to keep under control.“Angela,” he says, his voice biting. “Is this why you wanted to break up?”For a moment, I’m speechless, too stunned by the accusation in his tone. This is how he chooses to confront me? After everything, he’s really here, trying to make me feel guilty for talking to a friend? I take a deep breath, steadying myself before meeting his gaze.“Lyle, this isn’t your concern anymore,” I reply, my voice as calm as I can manage. “We broke up. You have no right to interfere in my personal life.”His eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flashing in them. “Friends?” he scoffs, glancing dismissively at Michael. “Is that your exc

Angela's POVThe moment I step into the conference room two days later, the noise hits me like a wave. Executives, managers, and shareholders are bickering in raised voices, and no one seems to be in control. The tension is thick, and I can tell right away that something big is brewing. As I settle into my seat, I catch bits and pieces of their arguments, murmurs about a recent bid the company lost—one worth more than a billion.The missed project is a serious loss for the company, one that I’m sure has all of them on edge. Still, as I sit here representing my father, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable, awkward even, with the way they’re treating me. No one acknowledges me directly. It’s as if I’m just filling an empty seat, as if they’d all rather I wasn’t here at all.The acting CEO, my uncle, finally takes his place at the head of the table. He doesn’t even glance my way, and for a second, I think maybe I can slip through this meeting unnoticed. Then he clears his throat and lo

Angela's POVSitting by the window, I feel torn, my mind bouncing from one conflicted thought to another. The soft glow of my phone lights up the room, pulling me back to the present. I glance down, my heart skipping as I read the name on the screen—Lyle. Even now, his name alone brings a surge of emotions that I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with. My thumb hovers over the screen, but after a moment, I let it keep ringing. I don’t need this; I don’t need him disturbing the fragile peace I’ve managed to build.Despite my decision, I can’t shake the question that immediately rises in my mind: Why is he calling me? I close my eyes, forcing myself to breathe steadily, reminding myself that this chapter of my life is over, or at least it’s supposed to be. I’d chosen to cut him out, to sever the ties that kept pulling me into his orbit. I don’t want to be dragged back into his games.Hours pass, but Lyle’s call lingers in my mind. I try to focus on other things, anything to distract mysel