All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Adele~ If you're a mother, you should know how much pain there was to see your beloved child get hurt. Yes, it hurt me too, but I refused to plead his case. I knew this might make him hate me more, but what would a little more hate do to me? It's Friday, so the principal said his suspension would commence next week, and as for the parents, they suggested I enroll him in anger management classes. Some even said he needed therapy. A few went further, suggesting Ethan shouldn’t be allowed back to the school at all. Their words stung hard and I almost flew into a fit of rage, but I held it back in, knowing if my son was the victim of such a level of abuse and the child in question didn't show remorse, I'd make sure I spent the last cent I have to see the child suffer. However, the fact that these parents didn't press charges and only let us off with suggestions was already more than enough, and I was grateful. Leaving the principal’s office with Ethan, I made my decision righ

Adele~His eyelids fluttered once, but no words came and then, they closed and his trembling lips stopped moving. My sobs broke uncontrollably, shaking my whole body. Regret crashed into me like a tidal wave.Why hadn’t I listened? Why had I forced him? God, don't don't this to me. Please, show me mercy! If I lost him, I would never forgive myself.The ambulance finally arrived, voices shouting, hands pulling him from my arms onto a stretcher. I stumbled after them, bloody, shaking, my knees weak but refusing to give out.“Ma’am, please, you have to let us work!” one of the medics said, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My fingers clung to his tiny hand, his lifeless little fingers that once curled so trustingly around mine.“I’m coming with him,” I choked out, my voice raw. “Don’t you dare shut me out.”And as they rushed him into the ambulance, I climbed in after him, my tears falling like endless rain.God, please… don’t take my son from me.I was watching as the medics frantically tri

Detroit~ When Detroit reached the top floor, Elias held the door open to the reserved dining hall. A man and his team was already waiting inside – Mr. Calder, CEO of a major international shipping corporation. His influence stretched across three continents, and his partnership was crucial to WestCorp’s new logistics expansion. Likewise, the man's corporation needed ‘permit’ to enter Detroit's zones. He didn't want to be perceived as an enemy, or a hostile competitor. No one dared to, not when Detroit West controlled five continents with a grip that was both ironclad and invisible. His was a name whispered in polished boardrooms and smoky underground parlors alike – the kind of authority that made politicians bow and billionaires seek favor. “Mr. West,” Calder rose from his seat, extending a hand with a practiced smile. He was tall, well-fed, but not intimidating. Detroit shook it firmly, then moved to sit at the head of the long table. Elias took his place a step behind. And th

Detroit~The voice that came through sliced the words from his mouth.“Where is she?”The taxi driver blinked, his breath catching in his throat. The tone wasn’t loud, but it pressed against his chest like an iron weight. He swallowed hard, glancing instinctively around him as though someone had pressed a gun to the back of his head.“S-sir? Are you… related to Adele Ford? She—”“Where is my wife?” “W–wife?” He blinked. Has Madam Adele remarried? But it wasn't made public. Could he have uncovered a secret? The driver blinked when he remembered he was still on call. “Ah, Mister, her son got into an accident. She was in a hurry and forgot her purse. I didn't know but now that I do, I'll send it to her resort. I don't know which hospital sh— beep. Beep. Beep.”The taxi driver was stunned at how abruptly the line went dead. He stared at his phone for a few seconds, then shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Weird people these days…” Still, his palms were clammy. That man’s voice

Adele~Time went by too slowly.I paced, then sat, then rose again, until both my legs and butt ached. The sterile bench in the hallway had imprinted itself into my skin, but I couldn’t stay still. Not when every second felt like a coin flip between life and death.I lost track of time waiting for the emergency doors to open. The long strip of red light above them glowed like a warning, taunting me, holding me hostage.I clasped my hands together, then unclasped them, nails digging into my palms until crescents of pain bloomed. Anything to distract me from the crushing thoughts.Detroit. How did I know I was in need of blood? The resort — Mark and others would have tried to reach me by now, probably to nag me over my absence at work again. How was the Open Week Festival coming around? Did the guests arrive yet? My throat tightened, and I pressed my forehead against the cool wall, forcing myself to breathe. One. Two. Three. In. Out.Just then, the door opened and a nurse rushed out