Semua Bab Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Xavier walked back toward Aurora’s room with his thoughts scattered, his nerves frayed so thin it felt like any little thing could tear straight through him.Aurora screaming at the sight of him.Dr. Henry’s warning about Jaxon.A possible danger he hadn’t even sensed in his own home.Everything clashed at once inside his skull.He pushed the door open slowly. The nurses had dimmed the lights. Aurora lay still sedated, her breathing steady, her face pale but peaceful. That should have calmed him.It didn’t.He sank into the chair beside her bed, raking a hand through his hair.“What the hell is going on?” he whispered into the quiet room, voice rough. “What am I missing?”He replayed Dr. Henry’s words in his head:“These seizures are caused by external factors.”External.External.He said the word again under his breath, each repetition stabbing a different possibility into him.Jaxon didn’t go to school.He was homeschooled. Didn’t mix with other children.Didn’t go out much.That

The phone rang.And rang.And then—“Lilith,” Xavier began immediately the moment the line connected. “About earlier—”“Papa,” Jaxon blurted before Xavier could continue, voice trembling, “it’s me Papa.”Xavier’s entire demeanor shifted instantly. His voice changed. It became tight and alert, father-mode activated in a heartbeat.“Jaxon? Jaxon, are you okay? Where is your mother?”Jaxon’s breath hitched.“Something is wrong,” he cried. “She’s not okay. She’s screaming, she’s scattering things, she locked herself in her room, she’s not coming out.”“What?” Xavier’s alarm sharpened into panic. “Why? What happened?”Jaxon hesitated.Then, in a small voice, he repeated Lilith’s exact words:“She said… she said you said she’s a horrible mother. That you think she’s horrible. She keeps saying it.”There was a long, heavy pause on the line.Then Xavier exhaled sharply, guilt slamming into him like a truck.“Okay, Jaxon,” Xavier said, voice low but urgent. “Listen to me, okay? Stay with your

The ambulance arrived quickly, sirens cutting through the air and making everything inside the house feel tense and urgent. Paramedics rushed in without hesitation, moving with the kind of efficiency that comes from doing this a hundred times before. They lifted Lilith onto the stretcher, pressed down on her bleeding wrists, and exchanged short, focused instructions with one another. Their voices barely registered for Xavier. All he could really feel was the heavy weight in his chest… and the note in his hand that read like a final goodbye.“Please,” he said, as they lifted her. “Please, you have to stabilize her.”“We’re doing everything we can, sir,” a medic said firmly. “We’ve got a line in. We’re taking her now.”Jaxon had found the courage to hide in the doorway, small and trembling. He watched the paramedics wheel his mother out, his lip trembling. He had been too young to understand the intricacies of adult wars, but he understood pain and loss and the wrongness of a bathtub

“My mom tried to commit suicide.”Elara’s eyes widened at his words. She’d heard it before… that strange, heavy word the doctor had used when her mother took her to the hospital that one time.She blinked, throat tightening.“Jaxon…” her voice came out small, raspy. “Does that… does that mean your mom tried to… kill herself?”Jaxon didn’t look up. He just gave the tiniest nod. It was enough to make Elara’s chest twist painfully. She didn’t like his mother. Her aunt Lilith always felt cold, sharp around the edges and is the reason her dad and mom don’t like each other anymore. But she wasn’t supposed to be dead. And Jaxon… Jaxon wasn’t supposed to look like this.His tears soaked the sleeves of his little shirt, chin trembling.Without thinking, Elara shuffled closer and wrapped her small fingers around his. His hand was cold…colder than it should ever be, and she tugged gently until he moved with her. She pulled him toward the bed, and he came willingly, almost collapsing beside her

His breath hitched.His fingers tightened around the swing chains until his knuckles went white.That voice.He knew that voice.That voice did not belong at the park.And the fear that shot through him was instant and sharp enough to steal all his words.Elara’s head snapped toward him, her brows furrowing. “Jaxon? Who—”But he wasn’t moving.He wasn’t even breathing.And when he finally turned his head…The man standing there towered over them.Calm smile.Warm eyes.There was something wrong…so wrong, hiding underneath.Jaxon’s lips parted in a silent gasp.“Elara,” he whispered, voice trembling.But the man took a step forward.“Come on, son.”And that single word…son, made Jaxon’s entire body jolt.Elara noticed it and without thinking, She was on her feet in a heartbeat, sliding in front of him so fast her sneakers scuffed the gravel. She planted herself squarely between Jaxon and the man, small frame braced like a shield.“Don’t you dare call him your son,” she said, in a low