All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Your Ex-Wife Is Absolutely Killing It in the Research World!: Chapter 901 - Chapter 910

She hurried downstairs and picked up the phone again.“Sir, I just checked carefully,” she said. “The medical report you mentioned isn’t in the stack. Could it have been left somewhere else?”There was only silence on the other end.After a moment, the housekeeper asked softly, “Sir? Are you still there?”“Don’t look for it anymore,” Felix said at last, his voice slightly hoarse. “Take care of my grandma and Sienna.”“Yes, sir.”The line went dead.It was early morning in Danesia. Felix stood outside a patient room at Dr. Smith’s laboratory. Through the glass, he looked at Susan, who had fallen asleep after taking her medication. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.Sunlight fell across his tired face. Complicated emotions stirred beneath his gaze.Footsteps approached from behind. Someone handed him a cup of coffee.“Mr. Gibson, have some. It will help you stay alert.”It was Dr. Smith.Felix accepted the cup and sighed. “I left one of my mom’s medical reports bac

Miranda’s teeth were clenched when she spoke. She was furious. Who did Felix think he was, playing the savior while keeping her completely in the dark?Her chest rose and fell sharply. Her eyes burned red before she could stop it. She gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. If Felix had been standing in front of her, she might have slapped him.“I’m sorry. I was wrong,” Felix said on the other end without hesitation. “Hiding my mom’s condition was my mistake. I thought I could manage it on my own. I wanted to spare you and Mia the fear. I know I was selfish. I know I hurt you. I know no apology is enough—”“Stop.” Miranda cut him off, her voice sharp and shaking. “Don’t say any of that. Is Dr. Smith’s team coming back with you?”“Yes. A few years ago, I had a private lab approved back home,” he said. “Dr. Smith’s team will continue their research there. We’re going to fully activate the lab. Miranda, I need your help.”She wanted to keep blaming him. She wanted to

He had secretly conducted a genetic test on Mia four years ago and kept her in the dark the entire time.The thought made her furious. It felt unforgivable.The line went quiet. She could only hear his slightly heavy breathing on the other end.A few seconds later, Felix spoke, his voice low and rough. “I’m sorry. It was my fault.”Another apology.She hated it.“Felix, who gave you the right?” Miranda demanded. “Who gave you the right to take away my right to know as her mom? What gives you the authority to make decisions about Mia on your own? Have you always seen me as someone who would only hold you back when things got difficult?”“No.” Felix denied her last accusation immediately. Then he said again, “I’m sorry. I should not have hidden it from you.”He did not argue. He did not defend himself. He accepted every word of her anger.And somehow, that only made her angrier.“Sorry?” Miranda’s voice shook. “Is one apology supposed to fix everything? You are always like this

However, Miranda had no intention of feeling sorry for Felix. This was the consequence of his own choices.“Grandma, sometimes the equipment overseas is more advanced,” Miranda said gently. “It gives people peace of mind to get checked there.”“I suppose that’s true,” Mrs. Gibson Sr. sighed. “But all that traveling back and forth is exhausting. I’m getting too old for long flights.” She looked over at Mia, who was playing happily nearby, and smiled with quiet satisfaction. “Just look at her. You’ve raised her so well. She’s healthy and glowing.”Miranda watched Mia too. All she wanted in this life was for Mia to grow up safe and healthy.“Mom, can I go upstairs and play?” Mia asked. Ever since she had accidentally knocked over Felix’s papers, she had been worried Miranda wouldn’t let her go up again.Miranda paused, then reached into her bag and took out the medical file. “Come on. I’ll go up with you.”She took Mia’s hand and led her upstairs to Felix’s study. Miranda quietly sl

Miranda naturally took the seat they had cleared for her at the head of the table. Sunlight streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, casting a soft glow around her.“Let’s begin,” she said to Keith.Keith opened his laptop and started presenting the year-end report.Miranda listened with a slight furrow of her brow. In an instant, her expression shifted into one of calm focus and authority.Several nearby tables couldn’t help glancing over. A beautiful woman seated at the head of a table, surrounded by seven sharply dressed men, was bound to draw attention. It was obvious she was in charge. The men, judging by their age and demeanor, were seasoned professionals.Three of them were foreigners, delivering their reports entirely in Danesian. Miranda switched seamlessly between English and Danesian, responding with calm precision.There was nothing showy about her presence. The authority came naturally, from the way she carried herself and the quiet intensity of her focus. The