Todos los capítulos de His Doctor Bride: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty OneAs usual, Damien was rushed inside unconscious.The urgency in the guards’ movements was no longer new in this house. It had become a pattern no one spoke about but everyone understood. The moment the car stopped at the front, the doors were already opening before the engine fully died.Richard was already on his feet before they entered.“What happened?” he asked, his voice rough with exhaustion rather than surprise.One of the guards answered quickly, still slightly out of breath. Damien had collapsed in his car after driving some distance away from Clara’s house.That was all Richard needed to hear.Something had gone terribly wrong.He didn’t ask more questions. He didn’t demand explanations. He didn’t shout. He simply followed as they carried his son inside, watching the familiar sight of Damien’s still form being moved through the hallway that had seen too many moments like this.For years now, Richard had found himself sitting beside his son’s

Chapter one hundred and thirty three Clara paced across the kitchen, phone pressed tightly to her ear, her free hand dragging through her hair as frustration built with every second that passed.“I’ve been calling him, Naya, but he isn’t picking,” she said, her voice tight. “I’m doomed.”Her reflection stared back at her from the glossy surface of the cabinet across the room. She barely recognized the woman looking back. The control she prided herself on felt shaky now, like something slipping through her fingers no matter how tightly she tried to hold on.“I told him to stop showing up unexpectedly, but damn,” she muttered, hitting the kitchen counter with the side of her palm. The sound echoed in the quiet house.On the other end of the call, Naya let out a low breath. “Relax, babes. He can’t do anything about it. He’s not picking because he’s obviously still in the hospital. You know after waking up he always comes back. Just like he does.”Clara stopped pacing, but she didn’t fee

Chapter one hundred and thirty five ---Clara’s heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor of the police station as she paced back and forth, her voice echoing off the walls. “Tell me who filed for this arrest!” she demanded, spinning around to face the officer at the front desk. Her hands were clenched into fists, her face flushed, but her tone carried that unmistakable confidence she always wielded like a weapon.The officer, trying to remain calm under her storm, straightened his uniform and said, “Under the orders of Mr. Richard Greyson.”Clara’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling in a mix of disbelief and fury. “Oh wow,” she scoffed loudly. “What did the old hag say I did? And where is the evidence? I want to see it! I need to talk to my lawyer immediately. I will not spend another night in this place!”Her voice bounced off the walls as other officers glanced at one another, uncertain how to handle someone so determined to command the situation even while in custody. Clara stro

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty SevenAria ended the call but didn’t move right away.Her hand was still wrapped around the phone, her fingers slowly tightening around it without her realizing. She stared ahead, not really seeing the office in front of her.Damien had signed.Her lawyer’s voice still echoed in her head, clear, steady, almost too calm for the storm it had left behind.“He signed without hesitation, Dr. Aria. But Mr Richard asked for your address. He asked more than once.”Her throat had gone dry at that.“And?” she had asked quietly, even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the rest.“I told him I couldn’t disclose that.”She had nodded even though he couldn’t see her. That was expected. That was the agreement.Still, she waited.There had been a short pause before her lawyer spoke again, like he was choosing his words carefully.“He looked… desperate. He asked if there was any way to speak with you directly.”That was the part that caught her off guard.Not anger

Chapter one hundred and thirty nine Naya had just settled onto her couch when the knock came.Not loud. Not desperate.Just firm enough to make her pause.She frowned slightly, glancing toward the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Most of her day had already passed in quiet routine — a late breakfast, some emails, a brief scroll through messages from her agency.The knock came again.This time, she got up.The moment she opened the door, her body froze.Two uniformed officers stood outside.“Miss Naya?” one of them asked.Her brows drew together. “Yes?”“You’ll need to come with us.”She blinked.“Come with you… where?”“You’re under arrest.”The words didn’t land immediately.“Excuse me?” she said, letting out a short, confused laugh. “For what?”“You’ll be informed at the station.”Her confusion sharpened into disbelief.“There has to be a mistake,” she said quickly. “Arrested? For what exactly?”The officer’s expression didn’t change.“Please cooperate.”Naya looked from one face