The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

“Doc… Roxane! What’s happening to her? Why is she like this? Why is her body shaking?!” Roque and Lyka shouted almost simultaneously. Tears welled up in Lyka’s eyes as she tightly held Roxane’s hand, as if drawing strength from it. Roque, on the other hand, had nearly lost all color in his face; his lips trembled as he paced back and forth, unsure where to channel his anxiety. “Take her to the Emergency Room!” the Doctor shouted firmly. The nurses moved quickly, transferred Roxane onto a stretcher, and hurriedly pushed her out of the room. “Call her husband! Inform him immediately—she needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible!” added the Doctor, clearly rushing everything. “Oh my God, Roxane, don’t let go…” Lyka whispered, continuing to sob uncontrollably. “Call Sir Dark now! Please!” Lyka cried out, her voice trembling with fear. The guards immediately complied and hurriedly grabbed their phones to inform him. At the gates of the Clinthons’ residence “Where is Roxane?! Wher

Dark arrived at their mansion utterly defeated, almost lifeless, his eyes empty and hollow. It was as if he carried the entire world on his shoulders—each step heavy, and he could not utter a single word. Even though Lyka and Roque were there, having just arrived from the Private Hospital, he could not bring himself to look at them. It was as if he had been swallowed by nothingness, and his silence only deepened everyone’s sorrow. “Hey! You—where did you take our friend?! And who were those people who took her?! ANSWER ME!” Roque’s voice nearly broke, his fists trembling as he restrained himself from throwing a punch. His eyes were red, evidence of nonstop crying and sleepless worry. Lyka, on the other hand, almost collapsed from the weight of her emotions, clutching her chest as if it were being torn apart by pain. “Tell us where Roxane is!” she cried, her voice shaking, filled with grief and desperation. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and no matter how she tried to stop them, she

Days passed—weeks—before Roxane finally opened her eyes from her deep slumber. But that awakening felt like a nightmare that changed everything in her life. “Dark! Dark, where are you?!” She called out almost shouting as she slowly tried to sit up, struggling to lift the weight of her belly, now nearly seven months pregnant. She held her breath, feeling both anxiety and longing to see her husband. But instead of Dark’s familiar voice answering her, she heard a tok! tok! tok!—the sound of a cane tapping as it slowly approached her. “So you’re awake, my dear granddaughter.” The voice of Ama Clinthon was gentle yet carried the weight of authority, his eyes fixed on her as though hiding a secret. Roxane frowned in confusion. “Who are you?! Where am I?! Where’s my husband? Where are Mother and Father?!” she asked in rapid succession, her voice trembling as she tightly caressed her swollen belly as if it were her only certainty left. The room seemed to spin. It felt like she was sti

Meanwhile, Roxane was currently in surgery inside the cold and brightly lit hospital room. The white light from the ceiling was blinding, and every sound of the machines added tension to the atmosphere. Today was the day the doctors had set for the delivery of her twins. She wore a hospital gown, lying on the cold operating table. Her fingers trembled as she tightly gripped the edge of the bed. She felt the heavy weight in her stomach, along with the fear and anxiety wrapping around her heart. Around her, the doctors and nurses dressed in all white moved busily. Some arranged the instruments—the sharp scissors and clamps gleamed under the light—while others focused on the monitor that recorded her heartbeat and the babies’. “Just relax, Mrs. Clinthon,” said one doctor in a calm but firm voice. “Today, you will finally see your children.” Roxane closed her eyes, and tears fell from the corners of them. She did not know whether they were tears of fear or anticipation. Deep inside, s

“I will still have the final laugh! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rowen Clifford’s loud, thunderous laughter echoed through the four corners of their spacious living room. His shoulders trembled with overwhelming joy, as if a heavy thorn had finally been pulled from his chest. “You seem happy, Honey? Did something good happen?” his second wife asked in a gentle yet curious tone, staring at him as if trying to understand the sudden flood of happiness on his face. “True, Honey! Something good did happen today…” Rowen replied, gripping the arm of his chair tightly, his eyes gleaming as if filled with renewed hope. “Do you know that… I’ve finally found my long-lost daughter!” The woman blinked, almost unable to believe it. But when she saw the seriousness in Rowen’s expression, she smiled as well. “That really is wonderful, Honey! Hahaha! Let’s celebrate!” she said, filled with excitement and anticipation. She immediately reached for the two glasses of wine prepared on the small table beside the