Semua Bab Accidentally yours: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Just as Ezra stood there fighting a losing battle with his own thoughts, the sound of footsteps broke the heavy silence. He barely glanced up.Nurse Janet walked by, balancing a tray of medication in her hands. She paused when she noticed him — a broken figure leaning against the cold wall like he couldn’t keep himself standing straight."Hello," Nurse Janet greeted gently, her voice carrying a kindness that somehow made everything inside Ezra feel worse.It dragged him out of his spiraling thoughts for a moment. He forced himself to stand a little straighter, wiping at his face quickly as if he could hide the tears that had already betrayed him.Nurse Janet offered him a warm smile, her eyes crinkling softly at the corners. "Why are you down like this? You should be happy," she said, balancing the tray carefully. "Your brother’s alive. It’s a thing of joy."Ezra opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. He pressed his lips together, trying to breathe past the tightness in his

"Ezra, you're seeing things. Let’s get into the car," Ethan managed to say, steadying his voice even though his own heart was hammering.Ezra kept staring into the distance, like he was hoping she would reappear if he just stared hard enough. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the muscles in his arms twitching with tension. He blinked a few times, swallowed hard, and finally dragged himself toward the car.He didn’t say a word as he climbed into the backseat beside Ethan. The door clicked shut behind him with a soft thud that sounded way too loud in the heavy silence.Their driver, a tall, quiet man dressed in black, gave a small nod and started the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot carefully, obeying every traffic rule like he had all the time in the world.Inside the car, the air was thick and heavy.Ezra stared out the window, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. His fingers tapped an erratic rhythm against his thigh, his mind obviously still stuc

“Nothing, Nurse Janet. I actually thought it was Miss Olive.”Janet tilted her head, curious. “No, she wasn’t the one. Wait a minute…” she paused, her eyes narrowing. “If Miss Olive is related to you, how would you not know she’s dead?”“Is that the reason you also came to the hospital today?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.Ezra turned his face away. “It’s complicated. Let’s not go there,” he mumbled, forcing a smile. “Tell me more about yourself.”Janet rolled her eyes. “What more do you want to know apart from the fact that I'm a nurse? And my full name is Janet Clinton. What about you?”“Well, I am Ezra.”“What about your surname?”Ezra hesitated. “Does that really matter?” he replied, twitching his lips and briefly glancing at her. Their eyes locked unexpectedly. A second too long passed before they both looked away as if they had not been staring at each other.“Hmmm. Really? If you don’t want to talk, no problem. I’ll just consider you a man with no surname,” she smi

"Who's that?" Raymond asked, eyes narrowing as he stared at Daniel up and down.His assistant shifted uneasily. "Sir... it's Mr. Stones. He’s been working closely with Mia. We just found out—Mia had his family held hostage all this while. She used them to control him."Raymond’s breath caught in his throat."Last year..." the assistant continued, voice low, "his only child died. A six-year-old girl. She didn’t get proper food or care. They starved her, sir. And now, his wife… she’s not the same. The assistant went on, “his wife broke down. Mentally, emotionally—she hasn’t recovered. She hasn’t spoken a full sentence in months. She screams at night. Wanders the house in her daughter’s clothes. It’s bad, sir.”Raymond turned away and gripped the edge of the desk, grounding himself. His knuckles turned white. “Why didn’t Me stones say anything?”His initial thoughts were to have him jailed but now he's having a change of mind."After the girl died, Mr. Stones tried to resign," the assist

"You can go look for her in the prison."Those words hit his grandfather like a slap."Prison?"The old man’s eyes widened, his face twisting in disbelief. His lips trembled as he pointed a shaky finger at Raymond."You took Mia to prison? On what grounds? Are you mad? You... you unfilial son!"Raymond didn’t flinch. His jaw tightened as he stood straight, chest rising with anger."You foolish grandson! You’re no different from your father!" the old man shouted, his voice echoing through the house.Raymond’s voice rose with pain. "Do you even care what Olive and I suffered because of Mia? Do you know what we’ve been through?""You think I care?" the old man scoffed."You’ve never cared about this family. All you care about is your company—profit, power, prestige. Huh? Answer me!"Raymond stepped forward, eyes blazing."I’m not surprised you don’t care. You’ve always been blind to everything but control. But don’t you ever compare my father to me. Respect the dead, old man.""Raymond,