Semua Bab The Heir Clause: Bab 81 - Bab 87

Caliste slowly opened her eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital surrounding her as the faint beeping of machines filled the silence. Her vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, she saw two familiar figures by her bedside—Lucian and Caelum.Both men looked exhausted, their faces pale and their eyes hollow from sleepless nights. Caelum immediately leaned forward, relief flooding his expression. "Caliste… you're awake," he whispered gently.Lucian, sitting quietly on the other side, could barely breathe. His lips parted, but no words came out. He simply stared at her—alive, fragile, and still breathtaking despite the pain etched into her features.Caliste blinked a few times, her voice weak. "Where… am I?" she murmured. "What happened?" Then, as if something struck her, she placed a trembling hand over her stomach. "My baby… hows my baby?"The room fell into a heavy silence. Caelum froze, lowering his gaze, while Lucian turned his face away, his jaw tightening. Neither of them c

Lucian stood by the door for a long time after leaving her room, his hands clenched into trembling fists. He could still hear her voice echoing in his head — "You shouldn't be here, Lucian… just leave."Each word tore him apart more than any wound ever could.Caelum walked beside him silently as they headed down the corridor. The white walls felt colder now, the sterile smell of the hospital suffocating. They stopped outside the doctor's office, where Dr. Han, the attending physician, was reviewing Caliste's charts.Lucian cleared his throat. "Doctor," he began, his tone tight but controlled. "I need to know everything about her condition. Physically and mentally."Dr. Han looked up, startled to see the man who barely left the hospital for days yet spoke so calmly now — too calm, like someone holding back an emotional storm. "Mr. Velmore," the doctor said softly, removing his glasses. "Physically, she's recovering well. Her vitals are stabilizing. But…"Lucian's eyes narrowed. "But wh

The dull light from the small window cast narrow shadows across the cold concrete walls. The air smelled of rust and sweat—of regrets and anger lingering too long. Gregory stood stiffly before the steel bars, his hands clenched, eyes burning with restrained fury.Desmund sat lazily on the bench inside the cell, his smirk sharp as a blade. The faint bruises on his jaw didn't dim his arrogance; if anything, they made his grin darker."Why did you do it?" Gregory's voice trembled—not with fear, but with a mixture of disbelief and rage. "Caliste did nothing to you. She didn't deserve any of this."Desmund chuckled, the sound low and venomous. "Didn't she? You think this is about her?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. "This is about Lucian."Gregory's eyes narrowed. "Lucian? What the hell does he have to do with your madness?"Desmund tilted his head, studying Gregory's reaction with cruel satisfaction. "He looks exactly like him. Like Lincoln Velmore," he hissed, h

Lucian sat in the drawing room, his sleeves rolled up, his tie undone. It was one of the rare days he allowed himself to visit the Estrella Villa, not to disturb Caliste, but because of Lucca.The boy sat cross-legged on the floor near the window, surrounded by scattered sketches of planes and castles. His dark hair caught the sunlight, and when he looked up at Lucian, his eyes mirrored his father's—icy blue, piercing yet warm when they softened.Lucian watched him quietly, the corner of his lips twitching with a restrained smile. "You've been drawing again," he said in his low, calm tone.Lucca nodded, proudly holding up his paper. "It's you and Mother… and me."Lucian leaned forward to look. The drawing was clumsy but full of heart Caliste stood in the middle, smiling, while Lucian and Lucca each held one of her hands. Above them, a sun with a crooked smile shone brightly.Lucian's chest tightened. "That's beautiful," he murmured.Lucca looked up innocently. "Do you think Mother wil