All Chapters of His Choice Wasn't Me: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The sliding glass doors of the hospital burst open with force as Aisha staggered inside, clutching Melissa tightly in her arms.Her clothes were stained with dirt and streaked with dried blood, and the exhaustion in her eyes made it clear that whatever had happened before she arrived had pushed her far beyond her limits.Melissa lay limp against her chest, unconscious, her small face pale and streaked with dried tears.For a moment, the nurses at the reception desk simply stared, their expressions caught somewhere between shock and disbelief.One of them even gasped quietly, recognizing the child immediately. The atmosphere in the lobby shifted instantly from the usual calm routine of hospital life into something tense and urgent.Aisha walked straight toward them, her steps heavy but determined. Her breathing came in shallow bursts as she struggled to remain steady on her feet.“You people need to take her,” she said hoarsely, her voice rough from exhaustion. “Right now. If you waste

Sarah drove toward the police station with her mind set on one thing alone. The thought of Aisha spending even a single night behind those cold walls made her chest tighten.The image of the girl being dragged away earlier at the hospital had stayed with her all afternoon, replaying again and again in her head like a stubborn echo she couldn’t silence.No matter what the police said about protocols or procedures, Sarah had already decided that Aisha would not sleep in that place.Not after everything she had done for Melissa.The evening traffic crawled slowly, headlights stretching along the road like glowing beads. Sarah gripped the steering wheel firmly, her eyes fixed ahead while her thoughts ran in circles.She kept remembering the way Aisha had stood there earlier, hands raised in surrender, yet still carrying that strange confidence in her face.The girl had saved Melissa without thinking twice, and for that alone Sarah felt she owed her more than just words of gratitude.She f

The car rolled slowly through the tall iron gates of Sarah’s mansion, the headlights sweeping across the neatly trimmed lawn before the vehicle came to a gentle stop in the wide driveway.Sarah turned off the engine and sat still for a brief moment, exhaling deeply as if trying to release the weight of the day from her shoulders.Beside her, Aisha opened the door and stepped out first, stretching her arms slightly as the cool night breeze brushed against her skin.Sarah followed shortly after.Just as they began walking toward the entrance of the mansion, one of the security men stationed near the front porch stepped forward quickly.His posture straightened respectfully the moment he saw Sarah approaching.“Ma’am,” he said, nodding politely.Sarah paused and looked at him.“Yes?” she responded.“There’s someone waiting for you inside.”Sarah blinked.“A visitor?” she asked.The words sounded strange even to her own ears. She instinctively turned her head to glance at Aisha, and the g

Morning arrived quietly in the Williams residence, the early sunlight slipping through the wide glass windows and settling gently across the polished floors of the living room.The house was unusually calm that morning, though Annabel couldn’t quite place why she felt a strange tension hanging in the air.Perhaps it was because of what she had seen the previous night. Or rather… what she had not meant to see.The housemaid, Annabel, had been awake long before the sun fully claimed the sky. It was part of her routine. By the time most people in the house were still buried in sleep, she had already finished cleaning the kitchen counters, washing the remaining dishes from the night before, and wiping down every surface until it shone.Now she had moved on to the living room, a feather duster in hand as she carefully cleaned the shelves and glass center table.Just as she bent slightly to straighten a decorative cushion on the couch, the soft sound of footsteps descending the staircase re

“What’s he doing here?”James’ voice erupted across the living room like a sudden thunderclap.He jerked up from his seat so abruptly that the cushion beneath him sank and bounced back in protest.His eyes were locked on Magnus, who had just appeared halfway down the staircase, looking like a man who had accidentally walked onto the wrong stage during the wrong play.James took two slow steps forward, now standing fully upright and facing Magnus properly.Magnus looked… suspicious.Like a criminal who barged into a house and unfortunately met the presence of a staggering army of wolves.He wore his night clothes, but something about them immediately looked wrong. The shirt he had on was buttoned incorrectly, one side slightly higher than the other, causing the collar to tilt sideways like a crooked picture frame on a wall.The top button wasn’t even the top button. It looked like he had started somewhere in the middle and simply hoped nobody would notice.Unfortunately for him, James