บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

STEVEN“What?!”I shot to my feet the moment I heard Lisa’s voice on the other end of the call. The panic in her tone wasn’t something anyone could ignore.“Mrs. Lisa, wait—please explain slowly,” I said quickly, trying to keep the tension out of my voice. “What exactly happened?”Her breathing was uneven, almost shaky.“Emely… she suddenly fainted after eating something. We don’t know what it was. And at the ER… she threw up… her condition still isn’t stable…”My heart slammed hard against my chest.“What did she eat?” I asked sharply.“A delivery… a box of food. There was no sender’s name on it.”Silence fell between us for a moment. My jaw tightened without me even realizing it.“Did anyone else eat it?” I asked again, this time quieter—but far more serious.“No. Only Emely.”I closed my eyes for a second, trying to suppress the thought that was starting to form in my head. This didn’t make sense.“Wait,” I said quickly. “Is there any of the food left, Mrs. Lisa?”“There’s still a

STEVENThe atmosphere in the room shifted the moment the doctor left. No one spoke. Lisa stood beside the bed, her face drained of color, one hand covering her mouth as if she were still trying to process what she’d just heard.“Pesticide…?” she murmured faintly. “How could anyone be that cruel…?”I didn’t answer. My gaze was fixed on Emely. She lay there in silence, her face still pale, but her eyes were fully conscious now. And slowly, something began to surface in them—no longer confusion.Fear.“So…” her voice was barely a whisper, “this wasn’t an accident?”Lisa turned to her immediately. “Emely, don’t jump to conclusions like that—”“The doctor already explained it, Mom.”Her voice was weak, but firm enough to stop Lisa in her tracks. Emely stared straight ahead for a few seconds, her fingers unconsciously gripping the blanket.“Then…” her breath caught, “someone actually tried to kill me.”Lisa shook her head quickly, her voice trembling. “No… I don’t believe that… there must b

EMELYThe knife was pointed straight at me, no more than two steps away. My heart pounded wildly, but I forced myself to stay still. Panic would only make things worse.“What do you want?” My voice came out low, barely above a whisper.He didn’t answer. He just kept walking toward me.Instinctively, I moved back until my spine pressed against the headboard. There was nowhere left to go. His hand lifted slightly, the angle of the blade shifting—ready to strike. I swallowed hard, forcing my mind to keep working. The small table beside the bed. A glass of water. Fruit. Not many options.“If this is about money—”“Quiet.” His voice cut through mine, flat and merciless. “No matter what you offer, I won’t be interested. My master has already paid me far more.”Before I could react, he moved again. On reflex, I grabbed the glass beside me and hurled it at him. It struck his shoulder, water splashing everywhere, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. Only a brief pause. I seized that moment. Grabb

STEVENI didn’t take my eyes off him. The man sat on the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back. His breathing was a little uneven, but his expression unchanged. Flat. As if everything that had just happened meant nothing at all.“Who are you?” I repeated, my voice lower this time.No answer. Instead, his gaze lifted, meeting mine head-on without the slightest hesitation. I crouched in front of him—close enough to see the sheen of sweat on his temples, the subtle hitch in his breath. But there was no fear. Not even a trace.“If you think staying silent will save you,” I said quietly, “you’re wrong.”Still nothing.One of the guards behind him pressed down harder on his shoulder. “Answer him!”The man winced faintly but remained silent.I raised a hand, signaling the guard to stop. “Let him.”The room settled into a tense quiet again. Only the faint beeping of medical equipment from Emely’s bedside filled the air behind me. I studied him for a few seconds. Someone like this wouldn’t b

STEVENAt last after everything that had happened that day—I could finally breathe again. No more hurried footsteps. No more panicked shouting. Just the steady, quiet rhythm of medical machines, their soft beeping filling the room with a calm that might have soothed anyone else. But not me.I stood beside her bed, my gaze fixed on Emely’s pale face. A thin bandage wrapped around her cheek, stark against the brightness her skin usually carried. Her breathing had steadied, but even so… it was too weak to truly put me at ease. Without thinking, my hand moved, smoothing the blanket over her.“You’re safe now,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.Her eyelids fluttered. A few seconds later, they slowly opened. Her gaze drifted, unfocused at first, before finally landing on me.“…Steven?”Her voice was faint—so soft it felt like it might disappear at any second.I leaned down slightly so she could see me clearly. “I’m here.”She didn’t respond right away. She just stared, as if making su