Semua Bab A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband: Bab 161 - Bab 168

Time rewound to the days they spent in the hospital.Cynthia, having sustained mostly bruises, was the least injured of the three. Lucien had a fractured right hand, and Harley was still recovering from his neck injury. To be safe, the family of three had to remain in the hospital for several more days.Ironically, the sterile white hospital room became an unexpectedly warm haven, a place where they could savor the simple joy of being together.After coming so close to death, both Harley and Lucien grew unusually attached to her. Whether they were heading to a check-up or simply strolling the halls, the trio was inseparable. These few days became the happiest moments Cynthia had experienced since reuniting with Lucien—no, since their remarriage. Of course, it would have been even more perfect if the Brown family hadn't kept turning up uninvited.Thomas only visited once, then disappeared entirely. Jay, Leo, and Kirk came by in turns, but Cynthia qui

The hospital corridor was bathed in a harsh, sterile light. Marcus had been waiting for some time. When Lucien tossed the paternity test results into his hands, he barely glanced at the page before his expression froze.Without a word, Lucien turned on his heel and walked away.Marcus stared after his retreating figure, shoulders taut with silent resignation. That man hadn't even looked at the results.In the waiting room, Harley threw himself at Lucien the moment he entered."Daddy! Am I really your son?"Lucien ruffled his hair. "What do you think?"Harley's eyes lit up and he spun toward Cynthia. "Mommy, Daddy said I'm really his son!"Cynthia's gaze dropped to Lucien's empty hands. "Where's the report?""Didn't read it." Lucien's voice was cool and resolute. "I've never needed a piece of paper to tell me who my son is."Cynthia's breath caught. She had braced for skepticism—six years apart, and Harley look

Inside the study, Marcus was quietly organizing books on the shelves when the wooden door was suddenly slammed open.Leo stormed in, seething with rage. With a swift motion, he slammed the door shut behind him and hurled a folded report straight at Marcus's face."You think you can screw me over?" he snarled, grabbing Marcus by the collar and slamming him back against the bookshelf. "I paid you, and you still didn't fix the damn report? Do you believe I won't have my father kick his little watchdog out of the house?"Marcus remained still, his expression impassive, his silence as solid as stone.Leo sneered. "Fine. That's fine." His eyes glinted with venom. "I'll go straight to Father right now—""A little scared Grandpa might get too excited about having a great-grandchild?"The cold voice emerged from the shadows, freezing Leo in place.Lucien was lounging on the sofa, one arm in a sling, the other casually tucked into his pocket. No one had noticed when he'd entered."Lucien!" Leo

The sterile white lights of the hospital corridor cast a harsh glow as Cynthia stood at the far end, her chest tight as if a weight were pressing down on it. Lucien had vanished again—without a word of explanation, without even a glance back.She walked slowly toward the emergency unit, only to stop abruptly when she saw Marcus standing rigidly outside the ER. He had always been calm and respectful, but now, his presence sent a chill down her spine. That car with the failed brakes... was it really an accident? Or had someone tampered with it?"Cynthia." Marcus noticed her and walked toward her. "The doctor said Jessica has multiple fractures. She'll need time to recover.""And the baby?" Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears—dry, brittle.Marcus hesitated. "Still waiting on a full evaluation." He lowered his voice, eyes scanning the hallway. "The chairman will hear about this. You and Lucien... need to prepare yourselves."Cynthia looked up sharply, catching a flicker of genuine co