Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

AUTHOR’S POV.By the time Aurora’s car pulled into the driveway, the sun was already setting giving way for the cool evening breeze. The house was quiet and warm, lights glowing softly through the windows. It looked peaceful from the outside, the kind of peace that usually made Aurora feel safe the moment she returned home after a long day at the research facility.But tonight, the calm did nothing for her.Her hands were still trembling slightly as she turned off the engine.Seeing Xavier again had shaken something loose inside her, something she had spent months trying to lock away. However, the thing tearing her apart at that moment was not him.It was Jaxon.The image of Xavier standing across from her in that office kept replaying in her mind, along with the list of symptoms he had confirmed one by one. Fever. Weakness. Hair loss. Coughing blood.She had seen those symptoms before.Too close to home.Aurora pushed the car door open and stepped out, closing it behind her without

AUTHORS POV. Aurora remained on the floor of her office long after the door had closed behind her.The sobs that tore from her chest came uncontrollably, each breath shaky and uneven as if the air itself refused to stay inside her lungs. Her back rested against the cold wall while her knees were pulled tightly to her chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lab coat like it was the only thing holding her together.The image of Jaxon lying on that stretcher replayed again and again in her mind.Pale.Fragile.Unrecognizable.The strong, stubborn little boy she remembered had looked like he might shatter if someone touched him too roughly.Aurora buried her face into her hands as another sob escaped her throat.Several minutes passed before the office door opened quietly.Cole stepped inside.He had expected to find her here. The moment she had walked away earlier, he had known exactly where she would go.His eyes immediately fell on Aurora sitting on the floor.His expression s

AUTHOR’S POV. The research facility’s laboratory wing was quieter than the rest of the building. Most of the noise came from the low hum of machines, the soft clinking of glass containers, and the occasional murmur of voices from researchers who moved from one workstation to another. Xavier could feel that the atmosphere was focused, disciplined, and calm, it was the kind of place where people spent long hours buried in data, samples, and endless testing. Xavier Steele followed the two interns down the bright hallway until they reached the laboratory where his blood was supposed to be drawn. One of the interns pushed the door open and gestured for him to step inside. “This way, Mr. Steele.” Xavier walked in without a word. Inside the lab, two other people wearing white lab coats were standing by one of the worktables, discussing something while examining a set of documents and lab results on a tablet. Xavier couldn’t immediately tell whether they were interns or full researc

AUTHOR’S POV. Aurora practically ran through the research facility corridors. Her mind was racing faster than her feet, adrenaline flooding her system after the realization that had finally clicked into place. For days she had felt like she was drowning in numbers and results that refused to make sense, but now everything suddenly aligned. They had been looking at the wrong thing. The realization made her chest tighten with urgency. Jaxon didn’t have time for mistakes. Aurora pushed open the cafeteria doors with so much force that several people inside immediately turned to look. “Guys! Guys! I got it! I got it! I finally got it!” Her voice rang loudly across the room. Several researchers who had been quietly eating lifted their heads in surprise, their conversations abruptly halting as they stared at her. At one of the tables near the window, Cole and the rest of Aurora’s team froze mid-bite. Daniel slowly lowered his fork. Mira blinked. Thomas nearly choked on his dri

AUTHOR’S POV. The moment Aurora rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Jaxon, the room seemed to fall into a delicate silence that none of the doctors wanted to interrupt. Just a moment ago they had been speaking quietly among themselves while checking his monitors, but now every one of them could see that this was no longer a clinical moment. This was something far more personal. Dr. Halvorsen exchanged a brief look with the other researchers, and without a word they began stepping away from the bed, quietly gathering their tablets and equipment. One by one they slipped out of the room, their movements gentle and respectful, as if they were afraid even the sound of their footsteps might shatter the fragile scene unfolding between the two people at the center of it. Aurora didn’t even notice them leaving. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Jaxon’s small, frail body, holding him as if letting go might somehow cause him to disappear again. Her shoulders trembled uncontrol