Semua Bab Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The clarity came back one final time on a Tuesday morning in late autumn.The nurse called Hope at 6 AM. "You need to come. Your mother is asking for everyone. She's lucid. I don't know for how long."Hope made the calls. Within two hours, the entire family had gathered at the care facility. Ava sat propped up in bed, her eyes clear and focused in a way they hadn't been in months."I'm going," she said without preamble. "Not today. Maybe not for months. But soon. I can feel it. This is my last clear day. I know it.""Mom—" Hope started, but Ava held up her hand."Don't. I'm not sad. I'm grateful. Do you know how rare this is? How many people fade without ever getting to say goodbye? I'm getting that gift. So listen. All of you. Because I won't get to say this again."She looked at Isabella first. "You. My practical one. You think love is messy and feelings are inefficient. You're not wrong. But here's what I need you to know: Logic and love aren't opposites. They're partners. You've s

They stayed. All of them. For hours, they sat around Ava's bed while she slept. Nurses came and went. The autumn sun moved across the sky. The city outside the window continued its endless noise.But in that room, time felt suspended. Sacred. Like they were holding space for something holy.Ava woke once more as the sun was setting. Her eyes opened, but the clarity was gone. She looked around the room with confusion."Who...?" Her voice was weak, uncertain."It's us, Mom. Your family.""Family," Ava repeated, testing the word. She didn't recognize them. That much was clear. But something in her relaxed at the word. "Family. Good. That's... good."She looked at each face, seeing strangers. But then her eyes landed on the photographs on the wall—Lily at seventeen, Ava and Lily together, multiple generations of the family spanning decades."Her," Ava said, pointing at Lily's photo. "She... loved me.""Yes," Hope said, crying. "She loved you so much.""And I... loved her. I remember... lo

The next day, Hope tried to relax. She really did. But her phone kept buzzing with questions, problems, decisions that needed making. She answered every one, unable to let go.By evening, Elias took her phone and turned it off."Hey!""You promised. One day. The foundation can survive one day without you.""But what if—""What if nothing. The world will keep turning. Problems will still be there tomorrow. And you'll be better equipped to handle them if you've actually rested."They made dinner together. Watched a movie. Had a conversation that had nothing to do with trauma or rescue or foundations. For three hours, Hope wasn't the leader of the Lily Rossi Foundation. She was just a twenty-five-year-old woman with her boyfriend, cooking pasta and laughing at stupid jokes.It felt foreign. Uncomfortable. Like she was shirking responsibility.But it also felt necessary. Like air after being underwater too long.Later, lying in bed, Hope turned to Elias. "Thank you. For making me stop.""

Three months into her pregnancy, Hope stood before the United Nations Education Committee, presenting data that should have been impossible."The Love Multiplier Project now operates in 150 schools across 60 countries," she said, advancing the slide. "The results are consistent everywhere: Childhood violence has decreased by 73% in participating schools. Bullying is down 81%. Academic performance has increased by an average of 23%. But most importantly, students report feeling seen, valued, and capable of making a difference."The room was silent as she showed video testimonials. A girl in Kenya talking about learning that anger was a choice, not a destiny. A boy in Brazil explaining how the project taught him that helping one person could change everything. A teenager in Japan describing how understanding empathy had saved her from suicide."This isn't about teaching children to be nice," Hope continued. "It's about giving them tools to recognize their own power. To understand that e

The meeting with the five government representatives happened two weeks later. Hope stood before them, seven months pregnant now, feeling her baby kick as she prepared to speak."I've considered your generous offer to fund mandatory implementation of the Love Multiplier Project," she began. "And I'm declining."The room erupted in protests. She held up her hand."Not because I don't want to reach every child. I do. Not because I don't trust you to implement it respectfully. I believe you would. But because forcing children to learn about choice contradicts the fundamental lesson we're teaching.""My great-great-grandmother jumped in front of bullets. She wasn't ordered to. She wasn't required to. She chose to. That choice—that moment of deciding love was worth the cost—that's what changed everything. If she'd been mandated to protect people, it wouldn't have meant the same thing.""The Love Multiplier Project teaches children they have power. That their choices matter. That they can d