All Chapters of Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

AUTHOR’S POV. The mansion felt unnaturally quiet. After ending the call with Lilith, Xavier had ordered every single maid and guard to stay away from the main building for the time being. The staff had been confused at first, but none of them dared question him when they saw the look on his face. He had simply told them to keep their distance until further notice. The truth was simple. Even though the doctors had said the disease was not transferable, Xavier was not willing to take any chances. If anything happened to one of the staff members because of this situation, lawsuits would be the least of his problems. More importantly, he did not want innocent people caught in something that had started because of the mistakes he had made. Now the massive Steele mansion stood almost empty. Xavier sat alone in the living room for several minutes after the call ended, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together as Lilith’s words replayed over and over a

AUTHOR’S POV. The lab had not known rest since the moment the sample arrived. Every available station was occupied, every piece of equipment in use, and every member of the research team moving with a kind of tense urgency that made the air feel heavy. Conversations overlapped, footsteps echoed, machines hummed, and through it all, one thing remained constant—pressure. Jaxon was running out of time. Aurora stood at the center of it all, her sleeves rolled up slightly, her gloves already stained from multiple rounds of testing. Her eyes were fixed on the monitor in front of her, scanning through lines of data that had begun to blur together from sheer repetition. Around her, her team worked just as intensely. “Run the analysis again,” Aurora said without looking up. “Focus on isolating the secondary compound this time.” One of the researchers nodded quickly. “On it.” Cole stood at the adjacent station, leaning slightly over a tray of samples as he adjusted the settings on the

AUTHOR’S POV. The lab had grown quieter, but not calmer. Aurora sat in the chair as Mira carefully prepared the syringe, the faint clinking of glass and metal sounding louder than usual in the tense silence. Daniel stood by the monitor, already setting up the system to receive her sample, while Thomas hovered near him, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between Aurora and the screen. Rhea and Samuel remained by the analysis table, going over previous results, and Evelyn stood slightly apart, watching Aurora with an unreadable expression. Aurora didn’t say anything, she simply extended her arm.“Let’s do it,” she said quietly. Mira nodded, her voice softer than usual.“This might sting a little.” Aurora gave a small, almost distracted nod.“It’s fine.” The needle slid into her vein smoothly, and Mira drew the blood with steady hands, placing it into labeled vials. Daniel immediately stepped forward to take them, moving with urgency but also precision, as if one wrong move could co

AUTHOR’S POV. Aurora didn’t hesitate the moment she stepped fully into the room, the door clicking softly behind her as the world outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the steady hum of machines and the fragile boy lying on the hospital bed, and for a second, she just stood there, staring at him, her chest rising and falling unevenly as the weight of everything settled deeper into her bones. That was her son, her child. Seven years. Seven years stolen. Her steps were slow at first, almost uncertain, like she was afraid that if she moved too fast, this would all disappear like a cruel illusion, but then something inside her snapped into place, something fierce and unyielding, and she closed the distance between them quickly, reaching for him. Her fingers wrapped around Jaxon’s small hand, her grip tightening instinctively, like she needed to feel him, to confirm he was real, and the moment her skin touched his, something broke inside her. She sank into the chair beside his

AUTHOR’S POV. Days later, the air in the hospital room felt lighter, calmer, almost like the storm had finally begun to settle. Jaxon sat upright on the bed, his legs swinging slightly as he looked around with curious, bright eyes that no longer carried that dull, lifeless weight they once held. The color had fully returned to his face, his breathing steady, his small fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket as though he was still trying to adjust to feeling… normal again. Aurora stood close to him, her arms folded tightly across her chest, but it wasn’t out of coldness. It was restraint. If she let herself, she would pull him into her arms and never let him go again. Dr. Halvorsen stood at the foot of the bed, flipping through Jaxon’s chart, his expression calm but clearly impressed. “Well,” he said, glancing up at Aurora, “I must say, this is one of the fastest recoveries I’ve seen from something this severe.” Aurora let out a quiet breath she didn’t even realize s