All Chapters of The billionaire's secret son: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The minutes dragged on, and Antonella had no idea where Benjamim had gone. She had walked through those cold corridors countless times, searching for him in every corner, but he wasn’t there. He had fled like a coward, something she never imagined he could be.Her legs were beginning to give way when she finally spotted him sitting on a bench outside the hospital. Her heart raced as their eyes met. His once bright gaze now seemed darker and colder. He was no longer wearing his immaculate suit, which gave him an air of superiority.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, finally lowering his gaze as he exhaled nervously. Not only that, but he didn’t see Antonella march determinedly toward him and stop right in front of him.Half a second later, while her heart pounded in her chest, she sat beside him, but Benjamim couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes.He struggled to stay calm with her so close and ready to unload a truckload of truths on him. His head was still s

Alessia quickened her pace, passing by Enrico just seconds later, heading straight for Antonella. As the woman with slightly darker red hair than her own moved effortlessly, Antonella had the unsettling feeling that Alessia was there only to cause trouble.Antonella wouldn’t allow it.Noticing that Alessia was about to pass her and enter Adam’s room—after all, she had seen her coming out of there—Antonella grabbed her arm firmly, stopping her.“What do you think you’re doing?” Antonella saw Alessia’s expression harden.“I came to stop Benjamim from finding out that boy is his son,” Alessia said, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. “I won’t let you have everything.”A slight smile crossed Antonella’s lips, and that gesture deeply bothered Alessia. She looked toward the room, then into Antonella’s eyes, wondering if she wasn’t being too naïve.Antonella’s palms were damp as she finally let go of her younger sister. She looked at her again, with the tired gaze of someone who didn’

Benjamim spent a long time just looking at Alessia, whose eyes were deep and red. In fact, her entire face was red, showing she had cried a lot. He didn’t take his eyes off hers for even a second, patiently waiting for her to say anything, hoping that her words wouldn’t be enough to start a fight between them.She shrank, crossing her arms over her body and lowering her head when she saw him approach. It was strange for her to feel uncomfortable in his presence, especially in that situation.She wanted to run into his arms and find some comfort, but Alessia knew how hurt Benjamim was by her and how much he would reject her if she did that.“Antonella got what she always wanted.” Her voice came out hoarse, but Benjamim didn’t like what he heard. “She convinced you that this bastard is your son.”Benjamim’s face contorted. He clenched his fists and shot Alessia a threatening look. It was a pity she wasn’

Antonella felt drained, as if Benjamim’s attitude had stolen the last bit of energy she had left. Even though she had a million things to say to him, she couldn’t. She turned her back and went back into Adam’s room.Benjamim stared at the door as it slowly closed, unable to believe what had just happened. He thought Antonella would try to convince him not to do the paternity test, but the way she had accepted the decision left him confused and irritated.He needed some time alone to think about his decision. Not only that, but he questioned himself, wondering if he was really doing the right thing, but concluded that it was too late to turn back now. Not only that, but he wasn’t the type to go back on his decisions, and he wasn’t going to start now.After a few minutes, he saw Adam’s doctor come out of the room and tell him that the boy’s condition remained the same. Adam wasn’t responding to any treatment, and the only hope left was Benjamim’s compatibility.If Adam wasn’t his son, B

Carlota felt extremely emotional. She had to stifle her sobs to avoid waking Adam. She felt Antonella’s hands gently guide her away from the room.Antonella led her to a more private area and offered Carlota a glass of water. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably.There were many things about Antonella that Carlota hadn’t noticed before. She was young, with long, straight hair—fiery red. Her eyes were light, and despite looking a bit pale, she was beautiful. Antonella smiled at Carlota, but it wasn’t her beauty that caught Carlota’s attention; it was her kindness in comforting her during such a hard moment.“How long has he been sick?” Carlota’s temples were damp, and her body shook more than ever.Antonella hoped Carlota wouldn’t cause trouble like Benjamim had. She looked at Carlota, hesitating to speak, but eventually responded.“About a month, maybe a little less,” she said, averting her eyes.Thereafter, she couldn’t say anything more. Antonella didn’t want to justify herself t