Semua Bab In the Name of Ambition: Bab 141 - Bab 150

AaronI couldn’t get my grandfather’s words out of my head. The question he asked echoed inside me like a relentless hammer. Did I love Rebecca, or was I just obsessed with the baby she was carrying? The answer was obvious to me, but the doubt he had planted kept me increasingly restless. I had to act.Without thinking too much, I grabbed my keys and drove straight to Eric’s clinic. I needed to confront him, I needed to hear from his mouth that it was a lie. When I arrived, the receptionist tried to stop me from going any further. “Dr. Eric isn’t in, Mr. Baumann,” she said, her voice nervous. “I didn’t ask if he’s in,” I replied, already pushing past the entr

Aaron  The road stretched endlessly ahead of me, but my mind was even farther away. I was on my way to the airport, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last few days, when my phone rang.  "What now, Ettore?" I answered impatiently.  "Eric is in Castilho."  My jaw locked.  "What is he doing here?" I asked, even though the answer was already forming in my mind.  "We don't know yet, but this could mean Rebecca really did run away with him."  Rage boiled inside me instantly.  "That's a lie!" I snarled, cut

Rebecca Aaron’s declaration of love struck deep within me. His words echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. But I couldn’t just trust that everything would work out between us now. There were too many obstacles, too many doubts and fears still haunting me. Eric seemed willing to do anything to tear us apart, and I was afraid that Aaron would turn his back on me once again.As Aaron held my hand, his eyes full of sincerity, he asked me to return to São Paulo with him. He spoke of the support I’d have there, of the far better medical care compared to what this small-town hospital could offer. But the way he glanced around the room, as if looking down on the place where I was, irritated me.I pulled my hand away from his, a lump forming in my throat.

 AntonI walked down the stairs slowly, still recovering from the intense conversation the night before. My head was filled with conflicting thoughts about Pietra, the baby, and all the words we had exchanged. I was pulled out of my reflections when the front door opened with its usual creak. Anneliese walked in, removing her sunglasses with that theatrical flair only she had mastered. Her eyes, still adjusting to the indoor light, landed on me halfway down the stairs, amusement flickering in her gaze. “Wanna grab lunch with me?” I asked—more to start a conversation than out of any real hunger. Anneliese laughed, clearly unconvinced, as she slipped off her light jacket and hung it on the coat rack with a fluid motion. “Lunch? What time is it?&rdq

PietraI should have said no. I almost did. But Mirella’s persistence was a force of nature, nearly impossible to resist. She showed up at my place, bubbling with excitement, holding a shiny invitation in her hand and announcing that a wealthy client had gifted her a luxurious dinner.According to her, it would be a waste not to go. “Pietra, for God’s sake, when was the last time you went out to have some fun?” she insisted, crossing her arms and giving me that look that said she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “You need to clear your head.” “I don’t know, Mirella...” I murmured, hesitant. “I’m just not really in the mood.” “Exactly why you need to go out! An amazing dinner, delicious food, and zero worries. Come on, you know you’ll regret it if you stay home sulking.” I let out a heavy sigh. Deep down, she was right. My mood had been terrible for days, and staying home only fed my frustration. So, against my initial instinct, I gave in.The restaurant was one of those places wher