All Chapters of Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

After having lunch with Adela, Layson stayed with her through the full medical check-up. By the time everything was done, it was already afternoon. They still needed to wait for the test results and finish the police report. Adela insisted she was fine and kept saying she wanted to go home.Layson eventually gave in. He carried her back to the Norman family estate.At dinner, Adela barely touched her food. If it weren’t for Layson constantly picking out dishes for her, she would’ve gone straight to bed.Now that the immediate danger had passed, her body finally began to feel the exhaustion. She thought she could stay in the study until ten, but she was already too drowsy to keep her eyes open before nine.After a quick shower, the moment her head hit the pillow, it felt like she’d fallen into darkness—deep, undisturbed sleep.Layson, still in the study, was simmering with rage. The ashtray was already half-filled with cigarette butts, and the whole room reeked of smoke. Swirls of whit

Layson hadn’t left Adela’s study all afternoon. He stayed with her, curled up in that small room, until a servant came knocking to inform them that dinner was ready.Seeing it was Mr. Norman himself who opened the door, the servant was clearly surprised, though she quickly masked it and went downstairs to prepare an extra set of cutlery.Layson returned to help Adela smooth her long hair. Only when he confirmed there were no signs of what just happened did he wrap his arm around her and lead her downstairs.Adela was honestly speechless. She didn’t throw a tantrum this time, though. After all, the ever-so-principled President Norman had promised in front of her that he wouldn’t “do anything” during the day. But thinking about what had just happened upstairs… she couldn’t help grinding her teeth.At least, thank God, it wrapped up before dinner. Otherwise, she really would’ve died from embarrassment in the Norman house.After going downstairs and playing with Ralph for a bit, Marah ret

Adela was caught off guard by Andrew’s question. She blinked, stunned, until Dexter suddenly barked, “Andrew, what the hell are you talking about?”Andrew scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He never could keep a secret from Adela—plus, he had no idea Layson had kept all this from her. That man really treasured his girlfriend. At this point, Andrew felt like he should get on his knees and bow to him.“Wasn’t it just a regular drunk-driving accident?” Adela asked, genuinely confused. She looked at the three of them, her expression totally blank.And it was real—she clearly had no clue. The three of them exchanged looks, unsure how to even begin explaining.“Just tell me what you know,” Adela said calmly. “Layson hasn’t told me anything.” She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them, already steeling herself for the worst.Natalie hesitated, then started carefully, “Adela, the three of us saw the surveillance footage. It did look like a random accident... except the truck lingere

At lunchtime, most people at Starry Jewelry didn’t bother going out. Some ordered takeout, while others brought meals from home.Adela and Cici usually opted for delivery. But today, before Adela could even place her order, she got a call.“Hello, miss. You placed an order with our restaurant. Should we deliver it to your office now or wait until later?”Adela was momentarily confused. “Are you sure you’ve got the right number?”The restaurant double-checked her info and confirmed—it had been Layson himself who placed the order.She was speechless. One car crash, and now everyone was on high alert.When she told Cici, the girl squealed with envy. “President Norman is unreal. Honestly, he’s probably the most doting man I’ve ever seen.”Adela couldn’t help but laugh.During lunch, she hesitated for a while before finally sending Evelyn a message. She asked if she’d be free for coffee sometime soon.Some things were just too vague over text or phone calls—better to talk in person. Plus,

Evelyn gently shook her head and placed a warm hand over Adela’s pale fingers.“I’m fine. But you—you’re too polite. No matter what, I’ve always seen you as a real friend.”Adela looked down at the smooth hand resting on hers, her heart tangled in emotion. She could feel Evelyn’s sincerity, the affection she so naturally gave.But she didn’t know how to respond.With her head slightly bowed, her delicate neck was revealed—vulnerable and apologetic.Evelyn didn’t pull her hand away. Her voice remained soft and gentle.“Adela, I just want to be your friend. You don’t need to feel pressured. We both graduated from top schools, both majored in design, share similar values, and even see fashion in the same light. Forget that you’re Layson’s girlfriend or…” —she hesitated—“Liam’s younger sister. Even without those things, if we met anywhere, anytime, we would’ve been friends. I truly believe that.”Adela stared at her, stunned. Her heart swelled with a bittersweet warmth, a mix of surprise