Semua Bab Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Bab 201 - Bab 210

"What's on your mind?" Layson gripped Adela's arm a bit tighter than he realized. At that very moment, Adela was haunted by a single thought—that people might wonder if she'd landed her position through connections rather than talent.No one knew better than Adela herself how desperately she'd worked to secure her shaky foothold in the jewelry design industry. During her five tough years in Britain, hardship had become her daily routine. Her only goal was to master jewelry design and support both herself and Herbie.Her job wasn't just her livelihood; it was her pride and dignity. She wouldn't allow anyone or anything to tarnish her dedication.Before she could respond, Layson pulled her closer and caught a faint scent of alcohol. His expression darkened instantly. "Have you been drinking? Who were you with? Is that why you didn't answer my calls—because of him?"His words pierced Adela's heart like a sharp blade. Her expression turned cold, and her voice grew detached. "Do I now have

Adela stared at Layson in disbelief, murmuring, "How did she fall? Is the baby alright?" Layson gently pulled Adela onto his lap, holding her soft hand comfortingly. "Liam said everything's fine. Luckily, the baby was already full-term, just coming a few days earlier than expected." Adela hesitated, then quietly asked, "Should we go visit now?" Her feelings toward the Walton family were complicated—not quite resentment, but concern for both the mother and child. "Going now would just add stress. Let's call later to check in," Layson replied gently. Adela nodded, letting go of her lingering worry. At the hospital, Liam Walton sat anxiously under bright hallway lights, still shaken. Evelyn had suddenly thought of knitting a new hat for the unborn baby, only to trip over a ball of yarn at home. Thankfully, Liam was nearby and quickly called an ambulance; otherwise, the outcome could've been much worse. The old Mr. Walton and Spencer arrived soon after, their faces filled wit

Layson leaned forward and gently pulled Adela into his arms, his eyes calm yet determined. “I’ll handle this. Maybe don’t go to work today. Reporters might be waiting for you everywhere.”If she could, Adela would’ve happily stayed hidden at home, avoiding the chaos. But the autumn product launch was already scheduled, and the new design director was waiting for her designs. She had to go.Even though her face was pale, she shook her head stubbornly. “I need to be at the office.”Layson kissed her softly, whispering, “Are you scared?”Irritated, she lifted her head sharply, glaring at him. “This scandal came out of nowhere! No matter what happens, my work has to go on. I'm going to the office.”Although she spoke bravely, she felt far from confident.Layson’s lips curved into a slight smile, unnoticed by Adela, who was distracted by thoughts of how she'd get to work safely. Just then, her phone buzzed urgently—Cici was calling. Adela's heart raced, and after a deep breath, she answere

Adela stayed quiet, still chewing over what Cici had just told her—Layson had actually gone public with their relationship.She knew the guy never did things halfway. When he made a move, it was fast and decisive. But she really didn’t think he’d go so far as to just… blurt it out to the world like that.That morning, before they left the house, he’d looked her in the eyes and promised, “I’ll handle this properly.” Well—guess this was his version of “proper.”She couldn’t even pin down what she was feeling. Angry? Nervous? A little embarrassed? Probably all of it mixed together. But most of all, she just kept thinking: How the hell am I supposed to survive at work now?Her gaze drifted, unfocused, until it landed on Cici’s round, slightly babyish face. With a low voice, she asked, “Do you think I should just quit?”She hadn’t been with the company long, but this place already felt like home. It was her first stop after coming back to New York. She really didn’t want to leave.Cici dug

Adela kept her expression neutral. She’d already known Marah was Layson’s cousin, but she hadn’t realized she actually lived at the Norman family’s old estate. Still, it didn’t bother her much—Layson usually stayed at his apartment anyway.Watching Marah chatting so happily with Richard Norman, Adela didn’t try to join in or interrupt. In Richard’s eyes, that aloofness came off as arrogance.To him, Marah was being warm and friendly, and Adela wasn’t even pretending to appreciate it—not even a polite smile. It ticked him off instantly.He turned to Diana and muttered, just loud enough for the room to catch: “The Norman family’s daughter-in-law needs to be gentle and well-mannered—not someone who expects us to tiptoe around her.”That line caught everyone off guard. But the words “daughter-in-law” had people glancing toward Adela.Just then, Layson walked in from outside, carrying something in his hand. The moment he set it down, he caught the tail end of Richard’s comment. His tone wa