Todos os capítulos de Mr Billionaire's Regret: Ex-wife Returns With His Triplets.: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

I opened my eyes slowly. The black veil that I was feeling was all gone. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where I was. The last thing I remembered was… talking to my mother, Rose, and Helen. In the hospital lobby. And then… nothing. Just black.I coughed, a deep cough that really made me feel so much pain in my chest. Immediately, I saw a figure rushing towards my bed. It was my mother. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide with worry.“Oh, my son,” She cried. She reached out, trying to raise my head a little.“Ma’am, you can’t do that,” a nurse’s voice said nearby. “Just leave him.”My mother shot the nurse an intense look, as though she wanted to burn her up with her eyes. The nurse backed away slightly, but her eyes were still on my mother, ready to intervene if necessary.“Mum, what happened?” I asked, my voice so weak that it was thin. I was trying to piece together what had happened, why I was back in bed.My mother turned back to me. “It was that bitch Helen tha

I finished the scene; my voice was actually filled with lots of emotions. Seeing I was done, Mr. Riley called out, “That was great, Helen! Really felt that!”I nodded, trying to pull myself back to reality. Back to the set.We ran through the scene a few more times, making sure all the parts were on point, including the delivery of the lines. Each time, it felt a little easier to separate myself from the character, to just focus on the acting. But everything just kept on reminding me of everything good I once had with Ashton. Between takes, people would come up to me, offering their condolences about Ashton, asking if he was okay. I answered their questions politely, keeping my answers short and vague. I didn’t want to get into it. Not here. Not now.Some people were genuinely kind, their concern clear in their eyes. Others… others were just nosy. Trying to get the latest gossip. I could see it in their faces, the way their eyes were all over me. I knew for sure that was what they

3 Weeks later“Finally, I feel better,” I groaned out with a chuckle as I brushed my hair while looking at the mirror.I was standing there, trying to put on my shirt. My body still felt a little weak, but I was determined to go back to work. I was tired of being treated like a baby when I was a full-grown man.I picked out my suit carefully. It was a simple black one, nothing fancy, but it looked good. I buttoned it up slowly, making sure I didn’t strain myself.My mom was sitting nearby, watching me.“Are you sure you should be doing this today?” She asked, frowning.“I’m fine, Mom,” I replied, trying to sound calm. “I’ve been stuck at home for too long. I need to go out. I have work to do and money to make.”She shook her head. “You still need more rest. You’re not fully healed yet. Remember what the doctor said.”“I’m not a kid anymore, Mom,” I countered, smiling a little. “I can handle a meeting. I’ve been resting enough. It’s time I get back to work.”Upon all my assurances, she

“Dan,” I called out, trying to sit well. I was already so uncomfortable with the chair I was on, but I just had to manage the discomfort. “We really have to be smart about this. You know how influential my mom is. She gets whatever she wants, no matter what. I mean, she’s the kind of woman who can turn a simple company meeting into something she controls completely.”“Yeah,” Dan replied, nodding in approval. “I know exactly what you mean. Your mom, she’s powerful. She’s used to getting her way. No one can stop her when she sets her mind to something.”“Do you think I don’t know that?” I snapped, standing up from my chair. “If she succeeds this time, there’s no way me and Helen will come back together.”“Because, think about it — if she takes over the funding, the project, and the whole company, Helen won’t have any reason to stay, since the contract she came to Seattle for will now be over. She’ll leave Seattle, and that’ll be the end of us. There will be nothing left for her here. A

"Why the hell are you driving so slow?" Didn’t I tell you that I was really late?" I yelled at the driver, my voice going over the roof of the car due to how loud it was. We barely dodged hitting the car in front of us as my driver sped down the busy street. I hated it when I was late for an appointment."Ma’am, please, I’m trying to get you there as fast as I can," he pleaded, gently gripping the wheel. His hands trembled as he tried to remain steady on the road."Stop talking! Just drive! I'm not concerned about your excuses," I snapped, slapping my hand against the car seat. I woke up this morning to a strange message—something about an urgent meeting at the filming set location. I didn’t see it early enough, so that explains the rush now.And this traffic? It was just crazy. Cars everywhere, honking, people rushing everywhere. I hated this city. Seattle is a nightmare, I hissed under my breath. If not for the fact that I had work to do here, I would have never wanted to come bac