All Chapters of FAMOUS DOCTOR RETURNS WITH THE EX’S BABY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amanda’s POVThe hospital clock ticked louder than usual that morning, every second gnawing at my nerves. The hearing was scheduled for noon, and I still had three patient charts spread across my desk, begging for attention.I hated leaving things undone, hated the idea of handing someone else my responsibilities when my patients trusted me. But today wasn’t about medicine. Today was about Levi.And if I wasn’t careful, I could lose him.I scribbled a final note in the last file and snapped it shut. My throat was dry, a tight coil wound beneath my ribs. I looked up and spotted a nurse passing by—Lena, one of the newer hires, the kind who always walked a little too quickly and seemed eager to impress.“Lena,” I called. She stopped immediately, wide-eyed. “Could you grab me a drink from the lounge? Something quick. A fruit juice, maybe.”She nodded, almost too eagerly. “Of course, Dr. James.” And then she was gone, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.It was only after she

Amanda’s POVRyan’s letter was still echoing in my ears long after the gavel struck to recess the hearing.He had sat there, reading it with his voice dipped in just enough tremor to seem human, fragile. A doting father shut out of his son’s life. And the worst part? The judge had looked moved. The jurors had shifted, some nodding like they understood his pain.I wanted to scream.Not because I didn’t believe Ryan loved Levi in his own way but because I knew that love wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been enough when he denied my pregnancy, when he vanished during those endless months of doctor visits, when he called me a liar until the DNA test shut him up. Back then, Levi was an inconvenience. And now? Now Ryan was parading him as a prize.The hypocrisy made me sick.By the time I left the courthouse, my chest was tight with both fury and exhaustion. I needed to get back to Levi, needed his little arms wrapped around me to remind myself what all this was for.The hospital corridors smelled

Ryan’s POVPanic wasn’t an emotion I allowed myself often. It was messy, undignified—weak. But as I paced my office, phone clutched in my hand, the taste of it was sharp on my tongue.Amanda had leverage. Real leverage. That nurse’s confession, if it saw daylight, wouldn’t just crush Selene’s little plan—it would shred my entire case.And worse, Amanda was Blair’s doctor.That connection alone was a loaded gun pointed at my head. If she started digging, if she pulled records, spoke to the wrong people…I raked a hand through my hair, the pressure building behind my eyes. I’d underestimated her. Again.The door burst open without a knock. Selene.She strode in like she owned the place, heels clicking against the marble floor, her face a storm of fury and panic.“Why the hell didn’t you tell me she had the nurse on video?” she hissed, slamming the door shut.I didn’t look up. “Because I only just found out.”“Don’t you dare play this cool, Ryan,” she snapped, crossing the room to glare

Adam’s POVI’d been quiet for most of the drive, letting Amanda talk, letting her vent. It wasn’t that I didn’t have thoughts God knows I had plenty but I understood her enough to know when silence worked better than advice.But the second Selene pulled up beside us, it was like tossing gasoline onto an open flame.Amanda went rigid the moment that sugary, venom-laced voice slipped through the open window. I didn’t even have to look to know who it belonged to. Selene had that kind of presence sharp, invasive, like the smell of bleach in a closed room.“Well, well. Isn’t this cozy?” she drawled, her words slicing through the hum of traffic like a blade.Amanda turned slowly, and I could feel the temperature in the car spike. Her jaw tightened, eyes flashing with the kind of fury that didn’t just burn it scorched.And Selene… God, Selene was enjoying every second of it.“Shameless,” she taunted, her smile stretching like a cat’s. “Flirting in public while your custody case hangs by a th

Ryan’s POVThe courthouse loomed ahead like a slab of judgment, its gray walls slicing through the morning light. My grip tightened on the steering wheel until the leather creaked. For the first time in years, I felt… cornered.Not because I doubted my ability to fight. I’d built empires from nothing, bulldozed through men twice as ruthless as me. But this wasn’t a hostile takeover or a corporate war. This was personal.And that made it dangerous.Beside me, Selene’s voice droned on, sharp and insistent, but I wasn’t listening. Something about her dress, about making a statement, about owning the room.I barely noticed when her tone shifted from sweet to sour, barely registered the snap of her perfume as she leaned closer.“Ryan, are you even hearing me?”I didn’t answer. My head was somewhere else spinning around the fake report burning a hole in my briefcase, the one I’d pushed my lawyer to include without a second glance. I’d made it sound bulletproof, told him it was old medical d