All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Skylar“Oh, these look wonderful. Thank you so much, ma'am.” Nurse Carla’s eyes lit up as she held a white paper box.“You deserve it, nurse,” Ingrid replied warmly. “You can share them with your colleagues. They’re my signature cookies.”Nurse Carla laughed, shaking her head. “You spoil us. Thank you, truly.” Then her gaze shifted to me. “Thank you also, Mrs. Buckman, and take good care of yourself.”I smiled faintly and nodded. “Thank you, Nurse Carla. For everything.”She patted my arm lightly before leaving the room.I leaned back against the pillows, letting my eyes wander across the room. I was finally being discharged. Although I felt relieved, I still couldn't help but think about my mother's state. I really hoped she would recover soon and wake up… I really hoped so.Just then, the door creaked, and Jason walked in with a wide grin plastered across his face. He held a bouquet of fresh flowers… yellow and white l

Skylar“How?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “How could your disappearance protect me? Do you even know what we went through?”I didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Everyone, everyone, including the police, believed my father was involved in money laundering and sex trafficking. They said he used young girls and destroyed their lives. They painted him as a monster. Do you know what that did to us?!”I could feel my voice breaking, but I didn’t stop. “People spat at me and my mother. They whispered everywhere we went. They attacked us as if we were criminals. My mother’s store was even vandalized, set on fire, burned to the ground by angry people who hated us for crimes my father never committed. And where were you, Uncle Austin? Where? You knew my father better than anyone. You knew he wasn’t capable of that! Yet you vanished. You let us fight alone while everyone turned their backs.”My voice cracked completely at the last words.

Skylar I couldn’t move my eyes away from the television screen. The picture of Uncle Austin kept flashing on the news, and it felt so unreal. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of sick joke? How could something like this happen? My heart kept beating faster as the newscaster repeated the breaking news. Every word felt like a hammer striking into my head, echoing and echoing until I thought I would go mad. “Whoa…” Amber’s voice broke through my daze. “Isn’t that your father’s lawyer? The one who disappeared after everything went downhill? I guess karma finally caught up with him.” Her casual words jolted me right out of my thoughts. I blinked and turned to her. Amber’s eyes narrowed as she studied my face. “Skylar, what’s wrong? You look so pale… are you okay?” I swallowed hard and forced a nod, though my lips trembled. “I–I’m fine. I just… I wasn’t expecting this. Uncle Austin’s

ColeI sat in my office, reviewing another financial report, another damage-control strategy, another sleepless reminder of how far Uncle Adams had managed to push me.I was in the middle of reading a report when a knock sounded on my door.“Come in.”The door opened, and Marcus walked in.“Marcus,” I said, gesturing toward the chair across from my desk. “You’re right on time. Any update?”He sat down but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied me for a moment with an unreadable look before he finally asked, “Cole, have you seen the news today?”I blinked. “No,” I said honestly. “I’ve been tied up in business video meetings all day.”Marcus let out a slow sigh and reached for my laptop, pulling it closer to him. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, then he turned the screen toward me.“Watch this,” he said quietly.I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on the screen as a video began to play. It was a news report.“This is breaking news. Barrister Austin Wilson Jobs was shot

ColeI flipped to the last page of the folder, my eyes narrowing as the words sank in.“This…” I muttered under my breath before finally looking up at Amber. “Where exactly did you get this folder again?”She stood across the desk, her posture stiff and expression serious.Even Marcus, who was standing beside me, looked equally taken aback. He leaned forward, eyes scanning the documents carefully.“These are solid,” he said quietly, almost in disbelief. “Even my top investigator couldn’t dig this deep. Whoever compiled this… they knew what they were doing.”Amber sighed softly, her voice firm. “That’s because it came from a father who risked everything to gather this evidence. I told you the late family lawyer gave it to Skylar before he was killed. Apparently, Mr. McLair was already compiling proof before his death. It’s clear Minister Adams Buckman was behind it all.”I looked down at the open folder again. Every page was another glimpse of the kind of corruption and cruelty Uncle A