Brian's Poisoned Vow – Forced to Wed, Determined to Kill のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The Hospital Sean's arrival was the same as the arrival of Dr. Summer and his team the day they rescued his father. The publicity was of profound help as donations began to pour in. Paschal and Sean did not leave immediately. They stayed and had lunch together, just as they sometimes did while he was sick. Now, they were happier. The man who had once been skeletal and could barely walk was now full of life, chatting warmly with them.Despite the cheerful moment, Paschal was preoccupied. He was still considering asking more questions about his wife's death and how Valerie left the hospital. The information from Sean had just crippled him.'Did she spend the last night in the hospital with her mother? Was she with her mother when she died?"He was mulling over that when he remembered that Sean had to rest before starting his homework."Thank you, Doctor. Thank you, Ben," he said and got up. Sean and Andrea got up as well. Ben and Dr. Summer got up happily. "It's been nice seeing you,"

Magdalene had been through incredibly traumatic and mind-bending afflictions that she believed involved powerful dark forces. They were trying to adjust to their hopelessness, pending when they could come up with another scheme, hopefully, meeting another Mr. Borodin or the miraculous appearance of Hillary Jasper. Magdalene was relaxing in the parlor after lunch while Jane was in the kitchen washing the plates. The breaking news got her attention and her eyes snapped to the television. The voiceover - Ambassador Sean Miller's father fully recovered, was like every other news to her. The name was a mere coincidence. The title of 'Ambassador' made it more abstract. Then, came the visuals. He saw a polished boy who could not be her son, running happily to a man full of life. He was an irony of the incapacitated husband she abandoned in the boy's quarters and waiting to be buried, standing beside a familiar car.She squinted her eyes, the air freezing in her lungs. To her, the polished m

She stirred at the sound, and he focused on her. As she moved, the duvet slipped, exposing her neck and arm. A familiar longing stirred within him. Then, still mostly asleep, she threw the duvet aside, leaving herself in only a see-through lingerie. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was shocked to see him standing there, a soft, romantic smile on his face.She furrowed her brow, covered herself instantly, and blurted out, "What are you doing here? Leave at once."The chance he needed had come, and he wouldn't let it slip. "I was wrong, Clara," he said, kneeling beside the bed."Who cares? Leave my room, you randy goat," she cursed.Ignoring the insult, his smile remained soft. "The two of you need me."His words deflated her anger, reminding her of the days when their marriage was blissful. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.Seeing the opening, he moved closer and placed a gentle hand on her stomach. She did not resist - a silent, powerful assurance that there was no other ma

Several Months LaterJane’s efforts to see Brian were consistently thwarted by the silent, imposing wall of his security detail. His standing order - that she was never to be admitted, remained in brutal force. What none of them knew was the war raging within Brian himself; a part of him was dying to see her - the bridge to find Valerie. For Jane, however, the guards' stony refusals were not a command from a conflicted man, but proof positive of a secret he was keeping. Each rejection fueled her conviction that Valerie was in there with him. The thought coiled in her stomach, a venomous serpent of resentment."I will make her as sick as her mother if I ever see her," she seethed under her breath. Turning from the imposing gates, she walked away, the fire of her anger the only warmth against the chill of her despondency.Miller Family House “You will go to his office this time,” Magdalene commanded, her voice a low whip-crack after listening to Jane’s story. It was no longer a sugges

Valerie’s eyes gleamed with a touch of triumph as she looked around the room. "It's Mrs. Wardley," she announced happily. A sense of calm settled over Brian, and a soft, genuine smile touched his lips. Valerie answered the call. "Hello, Mrs. Wardley.""Hello, Valerie. How is your dad?""I haven't seen him," she answered, which clearly startled the woman on the other end."Why? What's the delay?" Mrs. Wardley asked, her curiosity piqued."We made a stop at ..." Valerie's words trailed off. She glanced at Brian, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. How should she address him? "... the twins' father's place," she said finally, and Brian's heart swelled at the simple, profound recognition. "We came to see him.""I see. And how is he?""He's fine. He sent his greetings.""I see. Please send my regards back. Do let me know when you finally see your father.""I will," Valerie said, and the call ended. She turned to Brian. "She sent her regards.""Thank you for telling me," he replied