Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

As soon as Mrs. Harper left, Xavier turned toward Lilith, his gaze sharp, controlled, but heavy with unspoken anger. He walked steadily toward her, each step measured, yet there was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders that spoke volumes. “Lilith,” he asked, voice calm but edged with warning, “what’s going on?” Lilith’s face twisted instantly, tears welling up, and she began to sob dramatically. “Aurora…she…she choked me!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “She was pressing on my neck!” Her words were loud, shaky, desperate, as if she expected Xavier to leap to her rescue, to see her as the victim. But then, her eyes widened slightly as she noticed his reaction. There was no sympathy there, only a cold, piercing disappointment that made her heart skip in fear. Xavier’s voice cut through her sobs, steady but sharp. “What did you do?” he asked, each word slow and heavy. His eyes narrowed, scanning her face, reading every twitch, every flinch and every lie his instincts coul

The waiting room outside the emergency ward felt too bright and unnervingly quiet, the kind of sterile calm that only made the panic feel sharper under her skin.Aurora sat rigidly on one of the hard plastic chairs directly across from the emergency doors, her body angled forward, elbows resting on her thighs, hands clasped so tightly together that her knuckles had gone pale.She was calmer than she had been earlier—she wasn’t screaming anymore, neither was she pacing or demanding anything from anyone.But the calm felt fragile and thin, like it could crack at the slightest provocation. Aurora’s foot tapped relentlessly against the tiled floor, heel lifting and falling in a steady, anxious rhythm that betrayed everything her face was trying to hide.Mrs. Harper stood beside her, hands folded neatly in front of her apron, posture straight despite the exhaustion lining her eyes. She hadn’t sat down, even though the chair next to Aurora was empty. Instead, she hovered in silent alertne

Aurora stared at Mrs. Harper for a long moment, longer than was comfortable, as though she were weighing something heavy in her chest, deciding whether to set it down or keep carrying it alone. Mrs. Harper sat across from her in the small living room, hands folded in front of her, posture respectful but attentive, the kind of stance someone took when they sensed a confession coming but didn’t want to rush it. The house was quiet. Elara was asleep in the next room, the soft hum of the night wrapping the walls in a fragile calm that felt borrowed rather than earned. Aurora finally took a deep breath, the kind that filled her lungs until it almost hurt. “Promise me something,” she said quietly. Mrs. Harper lifted her head. “What is it, Mrs. Steele?” Aurora swallowed. “Promise you won’t look at me like I’m crazy by the time I’m done talking.” There was no hesitation. Mrs. Harper nodded once. “I promise.” Aurora let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Lilith,” sh

Xavier paused. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fine. Thirty minutes. I need to speak with Mrs. Harper first.” And mentally prepare myself to deal with Lilith. He added in his head. The guard nodded and left. Xavier went into his study. Minutes later, Mrs. Harper followed. “Please, take a seat,” Xavier said. “What’s going on?” She reached into her apron, pulled out an envelope, and placed it on his desk, sliding it toward him. “What’s this?” he asked, opening it. His brows furrowed as he read. “You’re… resigning?” She nodded. “But why?” he asked. “Have I not treated you well? Did something happen? Is this because of earlier? Did Lilith disrespect you?” “No,” Mrs. Harper said calmly. “It’s none of that. What happened to Elara was unfortunate, but it’s not the reason I’m resigning. I’ve been meaning to retire for a while now. I just think now is the time.” He leaned back, unsettled. “Are you sure nothing is wrong?” “I’m sure.” “You’ve been with me since I was a

“What?”Elara’s voice came out sharper than she intended. The word echoed softly between the tall bookshelves, swallowed almost immediately by the heavy quiet of the library. Dust floated lazily in the filtered morning light, but her heart was anything but calm. It was beating fast….too fast, because Jaxon’s face didn’t look normal. It looked… wrong. Guilty.He didn’t look at her.“It’s my fault,” he said again.“What?” she repeated, stepping closer to him now.She searched his face, trying to understand. “How is it your fault? Did you tell your mom to hurt me?” Her heart was racing as she waited for his answer.“Of course not.”She frowned. “So, I don’t understand. How is it your fault? Did you know that your mommy was going to hurt me?”His fingers tightened together. His shoulders stiffened.“My mommy is a bad person, so I knew that she was going to hurt you.”The words felt too heavy coming from him. Too grown.Elara blinked at him. “But you didn’t tell her to hurt me, did you?”