All Chapters of Reborn Without You: Chapter 901 - Chapter 910

The air in the study felt frozen, heavy and suffocating.Gerald stared at the silent Christopher, forcing himself to stay patient as he spoke again, his face cold. "What do you want? Name your price. As long as you give me Janice, you can ask for anything."In his mind, Christopher's refusal had to be about leverage. Offer enough, and anyone would bend.Christopher only sank slowly into his chair. He leaned back, his eyes lowered, his expression cold as ice. He didn't speak, didn't even bother to look up, as if Gerald's words hadn't reached him at all.To him, this entire conversation was a joke.Gerald was willing to throw away the woman who had stood by him for years, all for someone who had betrayed the family. He was even bargaining with his own wife's future like it was a transaction.It was almost laughable.When Gerald got no response, his temper flared again. Yet he forced it down, softening his tone. "Don't worry. As long as you give me Janice, I'll make sure your mot

Jessica ran upstairs and found Christopher's study room door slightly ajar. The uneasiness in her chest tightened instantly.She pushed it open and immediately saw the figure curled up on the floor.Christopher lay there, his face pale as paper, his hair damp with cold sweat. His hands were clenched tightly at his chest, his breathing so faint that it was barely noticeable."Christopher!" Jessica cried out, rushing over. She dropped to her knees and checked his breathing. Only when she felt the weak trace of air did she let out a small breath of relief.She pulled out her phone and called emergency services, then carefully lifted his head to keep his airway clear.While waiting for the ambulance, Jessica looked at him lying there, lifeless, and a dull ache settled in her chest.She had known him for years. She knew how much fragility was hidden beneath that calm, controlled exterior.Depression was like an invisible net, trapping him tighter and tighter. The chaos in the Zephyr

Amelia stepped out of the hospital room, and the sharp smell of disinfectant hit her all at once, making the heaviness in her chest feel even worse.She leaned back against the cold wall, watching nurses and doctors rush past, Jessica's words echoing in her mind.Did she really love Christopher?If she did, then how had she spent all that time by his side without noticing anything was wrong? Had she ever really loved him at all?If she had, how could she have missed everything he buried beneath that cold exterior?Amelia closed her eyes, her fingers pressing hard into her palm.Back during their marriage, she had always thought Christopher was like a block of ice, impossible to warm. He seemed indifferent to everything and distant from the household, rarely involved in her life or Evelyn's.She had complained more than once and called him cold, thinking nothing could shake him. But she had never once considered what kind of pain was hidden behind that calm.She had felt the suf

Christopher felt that, with Amelia sitting beside him, even the air felt easier to breathe. The weight pressing down on him loosened just a little. The storm in his chest quieted, if only for a moment.But it didn't last. Something heavy settled in.The more he looked at her, at the softness in her expression, the more everything he owed her and their daughter came rushing back.The guilt hit harder than anything.Christopher set the soup down, his fingers tightening around the fork until his knuckles turned white.Amelia noticed right away. "What's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"Christopher shook his head.He lowered his gaze and poked at chicken in his bowl, barely taking a bite.Across from him, Amelia sat quietly, sipping her soup.The more he watched her, the more that guilt rose, like a tide creeping up his chest, tightening until he could barely breathe.He remembered the day they got married. Amelia had stood there in her wedding dress, eyes bright, smiling as

Early the next morning.Amelia stood outside the hotel, trying to get a ride to the airport. She hadn't slept at all the night before, tossing and turning, her mind refusing to quiet down.It was rush hour, and getting a car wasn't easy.Just then, a black sedan pulled up slowly in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Christopher's profile.Amelia looked up sharply, her heartbeat skipping for a second.He was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, his shirt crisp, collar neat, a sleek watch visible at his wrist. His hair was styled without a strand out of place.Leaning slightly by the window, he looked composed and distant, carrying that familiar cool, restrained presence.He seemed nothing like the pale, fragile man from the hospital the night before. It was the same face, the same eyes, but it felt like two completely different people.She froze for a moment before finding her voice, a hint of unease slipping into her tone."What are you doing here? I th