บททั้งหมดของ Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

When David saw Mathew, for a second, he thought the older man had simply come here for some quiet — to breathe, to process everything.So David offered him a small, respectful nod before turning toward the door, planning to head back down to check up on Emma.But before he could take a step, Mathew turned slightly and stopped him."David," he called out in a calm voice.David turned around.Mathew studied him for a brief moment, then asked, "How are you doing?"Caught off guard by the question, David hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm doing quite well. Thank you."Mathew nodded slowly. He stepped closer to the railing, hands in his coat pockets, eyes drifting out toward the skyline as if trying to find answers in the scattered lights.Then, after a long pause, he muttered, "Thank you for coming over when you heard about Emma's accident."David exhaled slowly. "I was just glad she survived. That was all that mattered."Mathew nodded in approval. He turned his head slightly, a

David stepped out of the car in front of the police station. He had been hoping to speak with one of the officers in charge of the explosion investigation. He was halfway up the station steps when his phone rang in his pocket.He pulled it out and checked the screen—Grandpa.David quickly answered."Hello, Grandpa?"There was a long pause on the other end before the old man spoke. His voice was slow, almost hesitant."David… I didn’t know whether to call, but Claire… she’s been crying. She keeps asking for her mother."David stopped in his tracks. He turned around slowly, walking toward the edge of the station."Crying?" he asked softly."Yes," Grandpa said. "She’s been such a good girl this whole time. Not a single complaint. At first, I thought she just missed her mother. But this feels different. I think she must have overheard our conversation from earlier. I think she knows something’s wrong with Emma."David rubbed his forehead, feeling a deep wave of guilt. Claire had always be

Allison sat behind the wheel, her fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel as she waited for the traffic light to change. She had received a text from her mother that morning asking to meet her at a restaurant. No explanation. Just a time and place. Allison sighed and leaned back in her seat. She already had a strong feeling about what her mother wanted to talk about.Probably the usual pressure. Another child? Seriously? Allison rolled her eyes at the thought.She had heard it before. Her mother wanted her to secure her place in the Lawson's family, a sibling for Henry, a fuller household, blah blah blah. Allison didn’t have the energy to argue, not today. But out of respect, she decided to go. She would hear her mother out, smile politely, and leave as soon as the conversation turned into another lecture.When she got to the restaurant, she walked in briskly, eyes scanning the tables. Isabel was already seated near the window, a glass of water in front of her, untouched. S

David stepped into the hospital that quiet Sunday morning. The moment he entered Emma's ward, a soft scene met his eyes.Sophie sat curled in the hospital chair, her head resting gently against the edge of Emma’s bed.One hand held the corner of Emma’s blanket, as if even in sleep, she refused to let go.David walked quietly to her side and gently tapped her shoulder. "Sophie... hey."She stirred, blinking quickly, then sat up with a start. "David?""Yeah," he nodded softly, crouching beside her. "You okay?"Sophie looked at Emma. “Yeah. I'm fine.”"You’ve been here all night?""Since morning," she said. Her voice was dry. "I didn’t want to leave her alone.""You should go home, Sophie. Get some rest, take a shower, eat something. It’s Sunday. I’m not going to the office. I’ll stay with her."Sophie hesitated. Her eyes drifted back to Emma's unmoving figure."I don’t know... I just...""I promise," David said gently. "I won’t leave her side."That reassuring tone finally made her sigh

After Allison left, David stepped forward and glanced at Claire and Henry.“Are you both okay?”Henry nodded, while Claire looked up and also gave a small nod. “I’m okay now.” Then, turning to Henry, she added quietly, “Thank you.”Henry looked surprised at first, but then he smiled and nodded. “You’re welcome.”Claire looked around the room, at David and then Grandpa. “Thank you sir… and thank you Gramps.”David crouched down in front of her, his voice gentle. “You have nothing to worry about anymore, Claire. We’re here for you, okay?”Grandpa nodded slowly. “No one will ever hurt you again.”Henry, standing protectively near Claire, also gave another quiet nod.Claire looked at them—David, Grandpa, and Henry. Three people who had been by her side to protect her. She felt something warm in her chest. Why hadn’t her mother’s family ever made her feel this way? Only Grandpa Mathew ever showed her kindness. The others were cold and distant towards her. But here, surrounded by people wh