Semua Bab THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Bab 231 - Bab 240

By the time Gabriel and Isla arrived at the hospital, everything had already changed. Betsy had given birth. She had brought a beautiful baby girl into the world. The room felt different from the moment they stepped inside. It was calm, warm, and filled with a quiet kind of happiness that could not be forced. The air carried soft sounds—machines beeping gently, low voices, and the faint breathing of a newborn. Betsy lay on the hospital bed, her face pale but glowing. Sweat still clung to her skin, and her hair was slightly messy, but she looked peaceful. There was a tired smile on her lips, the kind that came after pain she went through. Beside her bed stood a small cradle. Inside the cradle lay the baby. She was wrapped in a soft white blanket, tiny and fragile, yet very real. Her little hands moved slowly, and her eyes were open, wide and curious, taking in the world for the very first time. Ben stood beside the cradle, frozen in place. One of the baby’s tiny fingers was wr

The strange sound that escaped Isla’s mouth was followed by another sharp cry. Her body jerked forward, and she clutched her stomach tightly, her face draining of all color. “Isla!” Gabriel shouted. He was beside her in seconds, dropping to his knees in front of her chair. His hands trembled as he held her face. “What is it? Talk to me. Please talk to me.” Her lips shook. “Gabriel… It hurts. Something is wrong.” Before anyone could react properly, another pain tore through her, stronger than the first. Isla screamed, her body curling inward as if trying to protect the baby inside her. The room erupted into chaos. “Call an ambulance!” John barked. “Now!” Gladys cried, already moving toward Isla. Gabriel did not hear anyone else. All he could hear was Isla’s cries. All he could see was her pain. He lifted her carefully, holding her against his chest. “I’m here,” he whispered again and again. “I’m here. You’re not alone.” By the time the ambulance arrived, Isla was already sh

Soft beeping sounds filled the neonatal ward, steady and calm. The room smelled clean and warm, filled with soft lights and movements from nurses who passed by once in a while. Isla lay back against the hospital bed. Her body looked weak and tired, as if all the strength she had gathered for months had finally left her. Her skin was pale, and her lips were dry. But her face shone brighter than it ever had before. There was peace in her eyes together with pride. Gabriel sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, his thumb rubbed gently over her knuckles over and over and again. He had been sitting there for hours, refusing to move, refusing to rest. His eyes were tired, but they were full of love and disbelief. Together, both of them stared at the three new miracles placed right in front of them. Three cribs stood close to the bed where Isla lay. Each crib held a life. Each crib carried a story that should not have happened, yet did happen. The babies were strong. That was the firs

“I will need you to calm down, sir. Please trust me. We will handle this matter.” Stone’s voice was steady, but there was urgency beneath it. He stood close to Gabriel’s desk, watching him pace the large office like a restless man that had been provoked. Gabriel could not sit. He moved from one end of the office to the other, his long strides were too impatient. His fists clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. His jaw was tight, his teeth grinding slightly as if he were holding back something dangerous. The message refused to leave his mind. Enjoy your win while it lasts. But get ready to lose your newborn. Every time the words replayed in his head, his chest tightened painfully. His breath grew heavier. His thoughts flew immediately to Isla. To the triplets. And to the fragile peace they had just found. Stone watched him closely. “Sir,” Stone said again, lowering his voice, “this is exactly what they want. They want you distracted. They want you to be angry and afraid.”

The conference room was packed. Every seat was taken by accounting officers and senior accountants from different branches of the Wyndham companies. The long table stretched across the room, polished and reflecting the bright lights above. Files, tablets, and notebooks were arranged neatly in front of each person, yet no one was truly focused. The chief accountant sat at the far end of the table, his back straight but his expression clearly bored. He checked his wristwatch again and again, the movement might be small but it was obvious. Gabriel had personally rescheduled this meeting for early this morning, and yet, he had not arrived. That alone made many people uneasy. Low conversations filled the room. Some people whispered to one another. Others leaned closer, pretending to discuss work, but their eyes darted around nervously. Most of the accountants present were not even from the main Wyndham Holdings branch. They were from other Wyndham companies spread across different