Semua Bab Embraced By The Billionaire: Bab 121 - Bab 130

That morning, amid the bustling activity of a Dubai hospital, Avery walked with heavy steps, accompanied by Sarah. She had not slept well all night. The image of Ashton’s unfamiliar gaze continued to haunt her, tormenting her with nightmares.But she could not give up. Deep in her heart, Avery clung tightly to a small spark of hope that Ashton only needed a little time, a few reminders, to remember everything again.They arrived in front of Ashton’s VIP treatment room. The same guard nodded respectfully to Sarah, but their eyes remained wary when Avery tried to step forward. Sarah quickly explained Avery’s condition and the reason for their visit. After a brief discussion, Avery was allowed inside, though with very strict time limitations.Inside the room, Ashton was already awake. He was speaking with Lucy, his voice still soft and weak, but his gaze clearer than it had been the night before. He looked like a man trying to piece together a missing puzzle.“Hi, Ashton… good morning,”

One month had passed since Ashton suffered the fatal accident. One month that felt like an endless torment for Avery. At the medical facility chosen by Carol, Ashton underwent his physical rehabilitation diligently. He learned to walk again, taking slow but steady steps, assisted by patient and skilled physiotherapists.However, behind his hard efforts, there was an emptiness in his eyes that remained unfilled. His memory stayed blocked, like a book with its pages torn out, leaving blank spaces where stories should have existed.Avery was still in Dubai, staying at the same hotel, accompanied by Sarah and Lucy who tried their best to support her. Yet every time Avery attempted to approach Ashton, even just to be in the same room, Ashton’s body reacted negatively. Severe dizziness would strike, followed by a subtle yet firm rejection.“I don’t recognize you, I’m sorry… please, give me time,” Ashton said flatly, his eyes that were once full of warmth now reflecting only confusion. He re

The white walls of the hospital room seemed to move forward, pressing in on Avery within a suffocating silence. The sharp scent of antiseptic pierced her sense of smell, triggering nausea that had now become her faithful companion every morning. Avery lay on her back, her eyes staring blankly at the flat ceiling. Suddenly, her chest felt tight. The oxygen around her seemed to evaporate, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that suffocated her lungs.Her breathing began to grow ragged. One by one, cold beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and palms. Her heart pounded violently, striking her ribcage in an irregular rhythm, creating the sensation that the organ was about to leap out. Avery gripped the bedsheet until her knuckles turned white.That sense of injustice surged, overflowing from the deepest part of her heart. Why was fate so cruel? Why was she the only one forced to carry the burden of beautiful memories, while the man who stood at the center of those memories looked at her w

In the quiet hospital room, Avery lay with her eyes closed, her body feeling so weak as if all her energy had been completely drained. The IV line was still attached to the back of her hand, becoming her only connection to life.The cold air from the air conditioner intensified the piercing sense of loneliness. Beside the bed, her phone vibrated softly. Avery reached for it with trembling hands. An unknown number appeared on the screen, but she recognized the area code from a correctional facility. Oliver.Avery’s breath caught. She did not know what she should feel. Sadness? Surprise? Or exhaustion because the past seemed unwilling to let her go? After a moment of hesitation, she decided to answer it.“Hello?” Avery’s voice sounded hoarse and weak, barely audible.“Avery? It’s me, Oliver.” Oliver’s voice sounded slightly rough, yet there was sincere concern within it. “I heard about Ashton. The helicopter accident in Dubai, right? The news reached here and became a topic of discussio

Ashton Knight stood upright in the middle of the room. He no longer looked like the dazed man who stared at the world with empty eyes. His sharp gaze now glimmered with returning intelligence, yet behind it lay a wound so deep. He remembered everything. He remembered how he had looked at Avery coldly in the hospital.He remembered how he had been influenced to call the woman he loved the most “a stranger seeking profit.” And he remembered how he had allowed Carol Bennet to poison his mind over the past two months.“Bastard,” he whispered softly. His voice was hoarse, heavy with anger toward himself.Downstairs, the atmosphere was far more chaotic. Carol Bennet stood in front of the large living room window, her hand gripping the handle of a porcelain teacup until her knuckles turned white. Her usually perfectly composed face now appeared cracked by blazing fury.After being driven away yesterday, she decided to return to see Ashton without the slightest sense of shame or guilt. In fro