All Chapters of Secret Baby Of the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lisa's POVThere's a strange kind of silence that settles over a hospital after visiting hours. Not complete. Machines still hum. Nurses still walk the halls in soft-soled shoes. The occasional overhead page crackles through the speakers. But the world outside slips away, and what's left feels like it belongs to another dimension. A quieter, lonelier one.I sat by Eddie's bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His tiny fingers, always in motion when he was awake - fidgeting with crayons, tugging at my sleeve, pointing out things I never noticed - now lay still against the blanket. His face, too pale. Dark circles under his lashes.I reached out and brushed a hand over his hair, soft and damp. It made my heart clench. Every time."You're so brave," I whispered, not even sure if I was talking to him or myself.They'd started prepping him earlier that evening. Blood tests, consent forms, IV lines. I'd signed so many papers I couldn't remember my own name by the end of it. C

Lisa's POVThe sun had shifted, creeping in through the blinds, painting the room in soft lines of light and shadow. Eddie was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, a soft beep from the monitor keeping time in the background. I hadn't moved from his side for hours. My legs ached, my back was stiff, but it didn't matter.I would've sat there forever if it meant keeping him safe.I brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, careful not to disturb the tape of the IV on his hand. He looked so fragile, so small. But he was fighting. God, he was fighting so hard.A soft knock at the door made me tense.I already knew who it was before I turned around.Bryan stood there in the doorway, still pale from the procedure, his hair a little disheveled, wearing a clean hospital-issued shirt and sweatpants. He looked... tired. Like someone who hadn't slept in days. But those sharp, calculating eyes of his were very much awake.For a moment, neither of us said anything.The air between us crackle

(Bryan's POV)I'd been called ruthless before. Cold. Calculating. Detached. It never bothered me much. You didn't build an empire by apologizing for your ambition. You didn't rise to the top without learning to bury sentiment six feet under and keep your eyes on the next deal.But sitting in that sterile hospital waiting room, the paper in my hand trembling ever so slightly, I wasn't any of those things. I wasn't the man in a thousand boardrooms. Wasn't the billionaire tycoon who made headlines for acquisitions and market-shaking mergers.I was a father.And it was terrifying.The lab slip crinkled in my grip as I read it for the tenth time. HLA match confirmed. Paternity confirmed. 99.9% probability.Not that there'd ever been a doubt. The moment I saw Eddie, really saw him, it had been like a punch to the gut. He had my eyes. The same stubborn line to his jaw, even if it was still baby-soft. The same fierce scowl I'd worn as a kid in prep school when someone took the last of the cho

(Lisa's POV)The hospital room was quieter now. The constant beeping of the monitors had faded into the background as I sat at Eddie's bedside, my fingers tracing the outline of his small hand. His skin was pale, his body fragile, but the calmness of his breathing was a small relief. At least for now, he was stable. But I knew that things could change in an instant.I glanced up at the clock. It was nearing midnight. The hallways of the hospital were empty except for the occasional nurse or doctor passing by, but the silence in the room was almost suffocating. It was the kind of silence that made you think too much, make you wonder what you could have done differently.The weight of it all pressed down on me like a hundred-pound stone. I hadn't realized how long I'd been sitting here, lost in my thoughts, until a soft knock on the door pulled me from my reverie."Come in," I called, my voice hoarse from the long day.The door creaked open, and I wasn't surprised to see Bryan standing

(Lisa's POV)The hours dragged on. Every minute stretched into an eternity, each second ticking by with an unbearable weight. The waiting room felt like a prison. I couldn't escape it. The walls seemed to close in around me, and the silence became too loud to bear. I clutched my hands together in my lap, twisting them as if I could somehow wring out the anxiety that had soaked into my very bones.I had no idea how long I had been sitting there. The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, but the passage of time felt irrelevant. My mind was elsewhere, in the operating room with Eddie, with the team of doctors working on my son. The image of him, vulnerable and small on that cold operating table, haunted me. Every moment without him felt like an eternity.I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the headache that had been building for hours. The stress of the past few days, the sleepless nights, the constant worry-it was all catching up to me now. I needed to focus. I needed to find a w