All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Dr. Matt gently pushed a clear drug into Isla’s IV line. His movements were calm without a rush, but Isla still felt nervous watching him work. When he finished, he checked her vitals again, his eyes moving from the monitor to the clipboard in his hand. He wrote something quickly in her medical chart, then placed the chart back in its spot beside her bed. Gabriel stood quietly near his wife, watching everything with full concentration and worried eyes. He had barely slept since the incident, and even now, every beep from the machines made him tense. “If you promise to behave and stay away from stress, I might let you go home today,” Dr. Matt said, giving her a small but serious smile. “If not, we shall continue to monitor you ourselves.” “I promise,” Isla replied softly. Her voice trembled a little. “I will take care of myself. I really will.” Dr. Matt nodded, satisfied for now. “Alright then, I will prepare your discharge papers.” Isla opened her mouth again, hesitant. “Doctor…

Gabriel stepped back, shaking his head again and again. “No… no… no.” His voice was low but filled with panic. His breaths grew deeper and faster. He fumbled for his phone and quickly tapped on the screen with shaky fingers. “Stone,” he said the moment the call connected, “we have a very sensitive situation. I need you to station men at Isla’s room door right now. Fully armed men. And make sure the little boy stays exactly where he is. I’m coming now.” He ended the call immediately. Diana stared at him with growing fear. Her face turned pale. “Gabriel… you’re scaring me.” Gabriel pushed his phone into his pocket and turned to her. His eyes were sharp but unsettled. “Diana,” he said carefully, “I don’t believe what you said about me having a twin brother. But… if I show you something—someone—you might understand why I can’t ignore your words.” He leaned closer. “Please. Come with me.” He didn’t wait for her reply. He gently took her by the arm and led her toward the hospital ent

“The funds will be disbursed into your company’s account today,” Gabriel said calmly as he sipped his coffee. “I have already spoken to three contractors, including your father. They will contact your secretary and book appointments before the end of today.” Isla listened quietly as they ate breakfast together. The dining room was peaceful, but her heart was not. Everything Gabriel was saying sounded good—too good. Things were moving very fast, and that scared her. She forced a small smile so he wouldn’t notice her fear. It had been one full week since the attack at the mall. Miss Adams still had not woken up. Every morning, Isla prayed for her, and every night, she cried silently. No matter what anyone said, she blamed herself. If she had not gone to the mall that day, Miss Adams would not be lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. Then there was Desmond. The little boy resumed school that morning. Isla watched him leave the house with his bag, his lunch box, and two bo

“What happened to my father, Stone?” Gabriel’s voice came out low and strained as his eyes took in the scene before him. John and Gladys lay on two separate hospital beds, placed side by side in the same private room. The soft beeping of heart monitors filled the air, steady but frightening. Tubes were attached to John’s body, more than Gladys had. Machines surrounded him, quietly doing the work his body was struggling to do on its own. Seeing his father like this, with bandages all around his head made something tighten painfully in Gabriel’s chest. “They were kidnapped,” Stone said calmly, but his eyes were serious. “Your father was badly injured.” Gabriel clenched his jaw. “I believe Wyatt was deeply involved,” Stone continued. “We will know the full truth once your father is strong enough to speak clearly.” Gabriel closed his eyes. For a few seconds, he said nothing. He simply stood there, breathing slowly, trying to steady himself. When he opened his eyes again, he walke

Miss Adams lay quietly on the hospital bed, staring at the beautiful patterns carved into the ceiling of the VIP room. The designs were elegant and expensive, but she did not see beauty in them. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her breath uneven, as her thoughts stayed on one thing only. Her son. Desmond. Was he safe? Was he scared? Did he think she had abandoned him? All these things occupied her mind. The door to the room opened softly, and her heart jumped. She turned her head immediately, her eyes locking on the entrance. Two men walked in. She recognized one of them at once. Gabriel Wyndham, her boss’s husband. The man who looked so much like her son that it had always scared her. The other man beside him was tall, firm, and carried a dangerous calm around him. His eyes were sharp, cold, and observant. She did not know him, but everything about him screamed authority. Fear rushed through her body. Her hands began to shake as they stepped closer. Isla was not with them.