Reborn Without You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 961 - チャプター 970

By the time the black sedan pulled up in front of the hotel, the sky had turned a warm orange under the setting sun.Amelia had just unbuckled her seatbelt when she caught sight of a familiar figure outside the revolving doors.Tania stood there in a striking red dress, a faint, knowing smile on her lips as she stared straight at their car. She had clearly been waiting.Christopher got out first and held the door for Amelia, one hand steady against the frame. His gaze flicked toward Tania, sharp and cold.Tania didn't flinch. She stepped forward in her heels, her tone dripping with challenge. "What, you think knowing Judge Whitaker means you've already won? Let me tell you something: the world isn't that simple. You're not winning this case."She raised her voice just enough to draw attention. People passing by slowed down, glancing over. She was trying to reclaim the ground she had lost earlier, to make a scene out of it.Amelia frowned, about to respond, but Tania only smirke

The print shop sat under a dim, yellow glow.It wasn't big. Through the window, Christopher and Amelia could see the owner slouched behind the counter, scrolling on his phone.Amelia stepped out of the car with Christopher, both of them slowing their pace on purpose.She took in the surroundings.The street was lined with older storefronts, most of them worn down. Foot traffic was light. Next door, a closed convenience shop sat dark, cardboard boxes piled in the corner. The whole place carried a quiet, out-of-the-way feel.The kind of place where things could happen unnoticed.They pushed the door open.The owner glanced up, his eyes flicking over their polished clothes before dropping back to his phone. "Print or copy?" he asked flatly."We're here to ask about something." Christopher stepped up to the counter and set a few bills down, his tone even. "Have you seen a woman in a red dress, sunglasses, coming in here regularly to print documents?"The owner's gaze lingered on t

Christopher's tone stayed steady, almost flat, but the words themselves felt like a wall dropping into place, cutting off the path she had been trying to take.It was a quiet refusal.Amelia drew in a breath, a dull ache spreading through her chest.She understood. Because of his pride, Christopher wouldn't show weakness in front of her, even now, even after everything they had been through.She didn't push any further. She just gave a soft "okay" and swallowed the rest of what she had wanted to say.Silence settled in the car for a few minutes before Christopher started the engine again, his voice returning to its usual calm."As for Tania's fabricated evidence, I'll have Nigel keep digging. We'll track Lincoln's involvement and map out exactly how those documents were created. We'll build a complete chain of evidence and submit it to the court. When the hearing comes, there won't be any gaps.""I can help, too," Amelia said, looking up at him. "I can organize the original proj

Amelia forced herself to focus and finish the meeting.When her client finally stood to leave, she smiled and nodded, watching him disappear through the restaurant doors.The moment he was gone, the smile faded from her face.She sank back into her chair. The coffee in front of her had long gone cold.Across the room, Christopher and Samantha were still there, deep in conversation.Her gaze drifted toward them again without meaning to.Samantha gestured as she spoke, animated and engaged. Christopher stayed composed, one hand lightly tapping the table, offering the occasional nod.The way Samantha held onto his arm looked natural, almost intimate. Anyone watching would actually believe they were a couple about to get married.Amelia picked up her phone, unlocked it, then locked it again. She did it a few times before finally setting it down.She didn't know what she would even ask.Ask him about Samantha? About the fiancé comment? About whether it was just part of the deal? A

Without thinking, Amelia pulled the IV needle out of the back of her hand."Hey, you're not done yet!" the nurse called out.Amelia didn't stop. She rushed out into the hallway.Blood still seeped from the puncture on her hand, but she didn't notice. Her eyes were fixed on the elevator display.Fifth floor… Fourth… Third…When the doors opened again, she stepped inside and hit the button for the fifth floor.The mirrored walls reflected her pale face. Her hair was messy, her eyes rimmed red from the fever. She looked like she didn't belong there.She drew in a breath, trying to steady herself.Maybe it was nothing. Maybe Samantha was just there for a routine checkup.But the word obstetrics stuck in her chest like a thorn.The elevator stopped.The fifth floor was quiet. Only the nurses' station was lit.Amelia walked down the hallway and, from a distance, saw Christopher and Samantha disappear into a consultation room at the end.She started toward it."Miss, wait!"A n