All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

The nurse came back with a bag of dark red blood hanging neatly from the IV pole, its color dense under the room’s light. Another nurse followed behind her, carrying a small tray, tubing, and something wrapped in sterile packaging. They all moved calmly, professionally, as if this were an ordinary night and not a night where my heart had already been pushed too hard.“All right, we’re starting now,” the nurse said softly.I only nodded.She checked Poppy’s ID band again. Name. Date of birth. Blood unit number. Match. The line was opened and connected, the air slowly cleared. A thin red line began to move through the clear tubing, traveling slowly toward my daughter’s small hand.I stared at it without blinking.Poppy didn’t wake up.She only let out a tiny sigh in her sleep, her chubby cheek shifting a little against the pillow. Her long bangs had fallen into her eyes again, and my hand lifted on instinct, brushing them gently back from her forehead. Her skin was still warm, but it wa

Sebastian didn’t pick her up right away.He only stepped closer to the bedside, then bent slightly until his face was level with the small one still puffy with sleep. His hand came up slowly, the back of his knuckles brushing Poppy’s cheek as he swept her bangs away from those green eyes that weren’t fully open yet.Poppy blinked lazily. Her little lips pushed out. “Up,” she repeated, clearer this time, her voice rough and spoiled in that way that always made the adults around her lose their integrity.Sebastian looked at her for two seconds longer than necessary. “Hello to you too.”Poppy lifted both arms again. “Hold me.”The nurse, who had been checking the monitor, cleared her throat softly. “Sweetheart, give me a second, okay? I need to check you first.”Poppy turned toward her with an insulted expression. “No.”“I just want to check your temperature, your breathing, and your throat if I can.”“I can be checked while being held,” she said quickly, as if this were perfectly obviou

Sebastian had barely made it three steps into the room before Poppy turned into the clingiest creature on the Riviera.“Handsome uncaaaale,” she whined, her voice still scratchy from sleep but strong enough to sand down an adult’s patience and common sense. She lifted both her little hands again from on top of the blanket, her green eyes wide, her bangs covering half her forehead. “Where did you go?”Sebastian moved closer to the bed and stopped on the side I’d just left. He was still wearing that casual T-shirt from earlier, and his black hair was now even more rumpled than the average human being had any right to be. It was deeply irritating how the man still managed to look expensive after donating blood and not sleeping.“Meeting,” he said.Poppy nodded immediately, as if that made perfect sense. “Hmm.” Her face turned solemn. Very solemn. “Because you're very rich, right?”I closed my eyes.Sebastian looked at her. “Is that so?”“Yeaah.” Poppy pushed Bunny to the side, then point

Sebastian spat a little blood to the side of his mouth.He lifted his head slowly, worked his jaw once, and before Javier could even pull in a second breath, Sebastian’s fist slammed back into my brother’s cheek with a dull crack that might have sounded almost elegant if it hadn’t involved two rich men who were very obviously too handsome to be acting like extras in a cheap action movie.One of the nurses at the end of the hall let out a small scream. “Monsieur!”I closed my eyes for one second.When I opened them again, Javier was already moving in. So was Sebastian. Shoulders, jaws, expensive hands, expensive watches, expensive leather shoes, all of it moving with an energy wildly inappropriate for the floor of a children’s hospital.Javier shoved Sebastian into the side of the table. Sebastian shoved back, his palm hitting Javier’s chest hard enough to drive my brother back half a step. Then another punch. One to the shoulder. One that nearly caught the jaw.Even years ago, back wh

By sunset, the suite finally felt like a place where a child was recovering, not a place where adults were destroying each other at tremendous expense.The wall lights hadn’t been fully turned on yet, so the room was washed in soft, faintly golden evening light. The big windows along the living room reflected a Monaco sky in the middle of changing color, pale blue fading into a thin apricot haze. My laptop was open on the low table, the last three emails had been answered, two hotel project revisions in Cannes had already been sent to my team, and I’d just ended a video call with, “If you switch the marble again without telling me, I’m changing careers and becoming a witch.”Now I was half-stretched out on the sofa, barefoot on the rug, my shoulders finally dropping out of combat position. For the first time all day, my brain didn’t feel like it was being ground into powder.In the main room, Poppy was awake from her nap.Not awake like a weak little patient just starting to recover.