All Chapters of THE CEO’S BETRAYAL; EX-WIFE HIDES HIS BABIES: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camilla's POV.Stepping out of my office, I'm enveloped by the familiar scent of antiseptic that permeates the hospital corridors. Each step I take brings me closer to the heartbeats of those under my care. I wasn't supposed to be the one to carry out the normal daily check-ups, but I decided to do it today just to clear my mind.The pediatric ward is my first destination, a place where laughter echoes amidst the colorful drawings adorning the walls, a place where the little kids who were admitted were gathered.Just what I needed.Entering the ward, I'm greeted by a chorus of bright smiles and eager faces."Hello, Dr. Wilmer," They called out to me from different corners, with their baby voices. Tiny hands reaching out for reassurance. Some are curled up in their beds, clutching beloved stuffed animals, while others play with toys scattered across the floor. Each child has their own story, and their journey through illness, but they all share one thing in common, which is the re

Camilla's POV.As I geared up for the surgery, a feeling of urgency filled the room. I had gone to visit George the night before, and I took some of his toys with me.As I sat next to his bedside, my heart ached to see him so sick and pale. His little face was drawn with discomfort, and his eyes held a hint of sadness that tore at my soul. I knew that the pain he was feeling would be ending soon.I would make sure of that.I reached out to his toy that was inside my bag."Hey, sweetheart," I said softly, trying to muster a cheerful tone despite the worry gnawing at my insides. "Look what mommy brought you." I held up his favorite stuffed animal, a worn teddy bear with floppy ears and a threadbare smile.His eyes brightened ever so slightly as he reached out to take the toy, cradling it in his arms with a weak but grateful smile. "Teddy," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper."That's right, honey," I replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Teddy

Camilla’s POV.I sat with George curled up in my arms, his little body burning with fever. He felt so small, so light. His skin was hot against mine, his breathing shallow but steady. I held him tighter as if my arms alone could protect him from everything he was going through.He hadn’t spoken much all day. His usual spark, the endless questions, the cheeky smile, and the way his laughter used to bounce off the walls were all but gone. The fever had taken it from him. Still, when I looked down, I could see his eyes watching me, tired but filled with trust. He was holding on, and so was I.But tonight, there was hope too.We had found a donor. After months of waiting and praying and searching, we finally had a match. The relief had hit me so hard that I cried in the hospital hallway earlier, hiding my face so George wouldn’t see. For the first time in what felt like forever, the road ahead didn’t feel like a dead end.I decided to spend the night with him at the hospital. Mira was sta

Lawrence’s POV. I remember those sunny afternoons in the garden like they happened just yesterday. Every moment is still so clear in my mind. The grass always seemed greener back then. The sky bluer. The air carried the soft, sweet scent of blooming flowers. Everything just felt… lighter. Liana and I—my twin—would play for hours out there. That garden was our little world. We were kids, wild with imagination, turning rocks into treasure, trees into castles, and puddles into oceans. Mom would be on the porch swing, holding a book. She’d pretend to read, but her eyes were always on us. Watching. Smiling. Her presence made everything feel safe. Sometimes, she’d join in—helping us build a fort with cardboard boxes or pushing us on the swing till we touched the sky. "Mom, look at this!" Liana would call, holding up a daisy chain with a proud grin on her face. Mom would set her book down and beam at her. "That's beautiful, sweetheart! You're so talented." I’d grin too, puffing out m

Camilla's POV."You need to be in the office by 4 p.m. We’re having a meeting with the Director," Dr. Andrew had said on the phone.I had thought it was just a meeting between me, Dr. Andrew, and Lawrence. But then Lucy’s phone rang too—not from Andrew, but from a fellow nurse.Apparently, the Director wanted to meet all the staff. He said it was a way to know us better—and for us to know him.Lucy and I got into my car while she left little Brian in Lilian’s care.But deep down, I knew what this was really about.Lawrence.What was he up to?I was almost certain the only reason he bought Torrance Memorial was to get close to me again. Why else would he suddenly buy the hospital I work at, of all places?But then why this meeting? Why now, after all these weeks of silence? Why after I’ve been trying so hard to stay out of his way?He was definitely planning something. I could feel it.Traffic on the road was horrendous. Horns were blaring, cars stuck in place like statues. There was n