The Grumpy Ceo's Sweetheart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Beatrice was in a panic. She paced back and forth repeatedly before facing the teacher. "Describe who came to pick up my son," she demanded."A skinny man with short hair. He said he works for you. His name was David," the teacher replied, her voice trembling. She knew she’d been careless, and with that carelessness, she had accidentally handed someone else’s son over."I don’t know anyone named David!" Beatrice cried, angrily grabbing the teacher’s clothes. "Who did you give my son to?" she demanded fiercely.The matter was taken to the police station. Stefan stood outside making calls while Dorothy tried to calm Beatrice as she wept to the officers."There’s nothing we can do right now, ma’am. A person can only be declared legally missing after twenty-four hours," one officer said.Dorothy’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Excuse me, but she just explained how her son disappeared, and you’re telling us we have to wait twenty-four hours before you can do anything?" she said, clearly upset

Stefan squinted his eyes from bed and rolled over, using his hands to feel the space around him—but there was nothing. He immediately opened his eyes, realizing Dorothy was not beside him.“Love,” he called, standing up and heading to the bathroom, but it was empty. He came downstairs and found Beatrice and Dorothy laughing together in the kitchen.“Why are you up so early?” he asked tiredly.Beatrice and Dorothy exchanged confused glances.“What?” Stefan asked again.Dorothy walked toward him and gently touched his forehead. “You’re the one who’s up late. It’s after ten,” she said, pointing at the wall clock.It was indeed after ten. Stefan was surprised because he had never woken up this late before.“You were running a slight temperature. I already called Kia and informed him you won’t be at work today,” Dorothy told him.“Why?” Stefan asked, his eyes urgent.“Because you’re sick,” Beatrice said from the kitchen, whisking something in a bowl.“What are you making?” Stefan asked her

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, but you’ve achieved so much. I’m really proud of you,” Bianca said, handing the award to Stefan.Stefan clenched his fist. Bianca wasn’t just here—she was wearing a red dress that perfectly matched his suit. He was set up. Now he questioned why he even won this award. Was it all just for show?He released his fist. He wasn’t going to give people what they wanted. He accepted the award and walked to the microphone.“I’m truly honored to be the youngest man to win this award. It’s been a dream for years, and it wouldn’t have been possible without relentless effort. My deepest gratitude goes to my employees for their unwavering support.” He paused, scanning the crowd for Dorothy.A flicker of sadness in her eyes—he knew she must have some idea who the woman on stage with him was. He didn’t care that Bianca was standing behind him. He wanted Dorothy, and he wanted to erase that sadness in her eyes.“Most of all, I owe this to the love of my life, my wif

Stefan still stared at her in silence. He hoped he had misheard what she said a few seconds ago—but he hadn’t. He couldn’t help but keep staring, waiting for more explanation.“Before we got married, I was already pregnant. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you afterward. But then you had the accident… you became crippled and mute. I was scared for our baby. You wouldn’t be able to do anything for him, so I left. I felt guilty every single day, Stefan,” Bianca cried as she spoke.Stefan was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had a son?“He’s been begging to meet his father. That’s why I moved back—to finally introduce you two,” Bianca added softly.Stefan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.“If you don’t believe me, Stefan, come and see for yourself. Let’s meet for dinner by 7 p.m. I already told our son you’d be there, so please show up.” Bianca gave him a pleading look before walking out of the office.She glared at Griffin, who had be

Dorothy couldn’t believe her eyes. Bianca had a son? She stared at Beatrice, who looked just as confused and surprised as she was.“He’s your son?” Beatrice questioned in disbelief.“That’s the reaction I get from people all the time because I still look so young and hot—but yes, he’s my son,” Bianca said, stepping forward and rubbing Edward’s shoulder.“Mummy’s here, Edward. Why are all these people bullying you?” Bianca asked softly, her question making Dorothy’s blood boil.“Why are we bullying him? Did you even look at this kid’s face? See what your son did to him!” Dorothy snapped.Bianca smirked at Dorothy. “You’re here too? You know what, I won’t prolong this matter. Edward, tell the kid you’re sorry.”“Mom, he disrespected me. I told him to get up from my seat, but he kept sitting there,” Edward replied stubbornly.“Liar! I was sitting there first before he even got on the school bus!” Maxwell defended himself.“Edward, it’s a school bus. It’s made for everyone who paid for it