Semua Bab Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Bab 161 - Bab 170

In the elevator, Adela kept her eyes fixed on the floor numbers slowly increasing. She stood close to Layson, and with just a slight turn of her head, she could see Ralph sleeping soundly in his arms.Shifting slightly, her arm accidentally brushed against Layson’s sleeve. His suit was cool against her bare skin, making her shiver slightly. Instinctively, she took a step back.Layson noticed her reaction but remained silent. However, the subtle tension in his expression deepened. Just as the elevator doors slid open, he stepped out first.Adela glanced at his back, wondering if her movement had been too obvious. For some reason, she felt like she had unintentionally made the air around him even colder.When they reached the hotel room door, Ralph stirred slightly in Layson’s arms before the door had even opened. His tiny hands rubbed at his sleepy eyes as he murmured groggily, "Where’s my mom?"The panic in his voice was unmistakable. He had finally gotten a taste of his mother’s affe

On the desk, the small box lay open, revealing a delicate bracelet with intricate craftsmanship. The design was meticulous, clearly made with deep care and sentiment. Sitting in front of it, Spencer Walton stared at the piece of jewelry, his mind echoing with Adela’s words:"I will never return to the Walton family."Each word struck his heart, one after another, sinking deep like a blade.He had always known that finding his daughter wouldn’t be simple. He had prepared himself for resistance. But he had underestimated the weight of her rejection. Anyone else would have been eager to be recognized by the Walton family—to claim their place.But not Adela.She was different. Stubborn, unwavering, just like her mother—never compromising on what she believed to be right.A knock on the door pulled Spencer from his thoughts."Come in."The door opened, and Liam Walton stepped in. He had noticed something was off with his father ever since they returned from the masquerade ball. Spencer had

Under the shadow of a large tree, a figure stood motionless, blending into the darkness. But Lydia still felt the need to stay fully covered—her scarf wrapped around her head, oversized sunglasses hiding most of her face.She spoke in a hushed voice, though no one was around to hear her. "Why did you call me out here? What do you want?"Lydia had been standing in this spot for quite some time before finally picking up her phone to make the call. Ever since she had been thrown out of Layson’s office, things had gone from bad to worse. Her agency had terminated her contract almost immediately. She had thought she was untouchable in the modeling industry, that she would always have a place. But she had underestimated Layson Norman.And now, she was paying the price.The woman on the other end of the line had reached out to her first. Initially, Lydia had blamed her for the bad intel, assuming she had been set up. But in reality, it was her own miscalculation that had led to her downfall.

Marah walked carefully along the uneven, rocky path, her high heels making it even harder to balance. The slums were nothing like the city—filthy, chaotic, and filled with an unbearable stench. The summer heat only made it worse, intensifying the odor in the air. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she covered it with her hand and mumbled under her breath, “What kind of hellhole is this?”She had recently found out that Adela used to live in this place. For the longest time, she had struggled to dig up any useful information about her, so she finally decided to come see for herself. But now, standing in the middle of this run-down neighborhood, Marah was genuinely shocked. She had never set foot in a place like this before—it was completely outside her world.The slums were small, and any outsider stood out like a sore thumb, especially someone like Marah. Dressed in her expensive outfit, she looked completely out of place. A group of women, sitting in the shade snacking on sunflower seeds

Standing on stage, Ralph was beaming with excitement as he gave the giant spinning wheel a hard push. He held his breath, eyes locked on the spinning pointer, silently wishing for the best prize. The wheel slowed down, ticking from one section to another, and finally, it stopped.The moment it landed on the grand prize—a pair of high-tech roller shoes—the crowd erupted into cheers.The event host knelt beside Ralph, grinning as he held up the microphone. “Wow! Our little champ here is super lucky! He just snagged our biggest prize on his first try! Are you happy, buddy?”Ralph tried to maintain a cool expression, but his excitement was obvious. His eyes sparkled as he stood on tiptoe and waved toward Adela. “Mom! I won first prize!”The host chuckled, amused by the little boy’s enthusiasm. He leaned in and handed Ralph the mic. “Looks like someone wants to share his happiness with his mom. Go ahead, kiddo—say something to your mom!”Without hesitation, Ralph grabbed the mic and shoute