บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Uwanted Wife : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

~ ALISTAIR ~  The cold air inside the basement was heavy with tension and the faint metallic scent of blood. Two men knelt on the floor, their wrists bound behind them. One had a split lip; the other, a swelling eye. They looked like rats caught in a trap—cornered and reeking of fear. I stood a few feet away, sleeves rolled up, the faint smear of blood dried on my knuckles. These thugs were tough. I had already vented my anger on them, yet their mouths remained sealed. “Who hired you?” I asked again. The calmness in my tone made them flinch more than if I’d shouted. One of them—the thinner one—shook his head. “W-We don’t know—” The word died when I slammed my fist into the steel table in front of me. The sound cracked through the room like a guns

~ ISLA ~The shrill voice pierced through the morning air like a sharp sword.My breath hitched as the crowd outside the hospital parted, and a disheveled woman came charging toward me, eyes blazing with hate.“Stacey?” I barely managed to whisper.Before I could move, her hand came flying—sharp, fast, and wild. I froze—my brain couldn’t keep up quickly enough. But before the strike could land, a firm hand caught her wrist midair.“Enough.”The deep, steady voice snapped through the chaos like thunder.I blinked—and found Dr. Simon standing between us, his expression calm but unyielding, his hand still clasped around Stacey’s wrist.She tried to twist free, screaming, “Let me go, Simon! Don’t you dare defend her!”Her eyes were bloodshot, face streaked with tears and rage. “Because of her, Alistair’s sending me away! To Africa! Can you believe that? My brother is shipping me off like I’m just a mere good!”Her words dripped with venom. “It’s all because of you, bitch!” she spat, trem

~ ISLA ~The sun slanted through the hospital blinds—its warm light helping me relax as I rested on my chair after a long hour in surgery.I glanced at the clock on my desk—it was already 5 p.m. But my mind wasn’t anywhere near the hospital again. No matter how much I tried to shake off the thought of Alistair being with another woman, it kept circling in my mind for the rest of the day.“Dr. Bennett?”The nurse’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced up, forcing a smile. “Yes?”“Room 504’s attendant just sent an update,” she said, setting a chart on my desk. “Also, there are two men looking for you outside. They said it’s official business.”“Official business?” I repeated, frowning.“Yes. Police officers, I think.”My heart stumbled. “Police?”The nurse nodded hesitantly.“Okay, thanks,” I dismissed the nurse.Not long after, two men in uniform entered the office. Their

~ ISLA ~Crossing the mansion’s threshold, the housekeeper was already waiting by the foyer, his hands neatly clasped.“Master, Madam,” he greeted with a small bow. “Everyone is already in the dining room. This way, please.”Everyone?I followed Alistair quietly, the soft click of my heels echoing through the long corridor. The closer we got, the stronger the sound of faint conversation and clinking glass became.When the dining doors opened, my breath caught for a second.The long mahogany table gleamed under the golden lights, lined with fine silverware and crystal glasses. The old lady caught my attention first, sitting at the head of the table—regal and composed, her posture alone commanded silence. Her silver hair was pinned neatly, her expression stern… until her eyes landed on me and Alistair.Her face softened almost instantly.“They’re here,” she said warmly, her voice echoing slightly in the spacious room.Alistair’s lips curved faintly as we approached her.“Happy birthday,

~ ALISTAIR ~The surgery ended before dawn.It was long, brutal, and uncertain. But when the operating room doors finally opened, Isla came out with that quiet look of relief on her face. The elderly had made it through—barely.Grandma was then transferred straight to the ICU. Machines surrounded her frail body, their rhythmic beeping the only proof she was still here. As expected, she was comatose. The doctors said it might take time—or she might never open her eyes again.There was no other choice but to accept it—though a part of me still felt unbearably heavy.I may have never shown my softer side to anyone, but my grandmother was the most important person in my life.When the world turned its back on me, she was my strong pillar. I was often labeled the illegitimate Montgomery, but she made it official by registering me as her own son.And if you’re wondering why my father never married my mother instead… she was already pregnant with me when she caught him having an affair with