All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Arturo Bianchi withdrew his gaze. His stern, authoritative features radiated dominance. However, when he heard the name Lucia, he paused slightly—it was the same name as his precious niece. As a seasoned commander, Arturo’s instincts were razor-sharp. He issued an order calmly, “Run a background check on those two.” The man in the tailored suit glanced toward Lorenza and Pietro. “Yes, sir.” Anyone who caught Arturo’s attention rarely brought anything good. Arturo then headed into a high-end private ward in the inpatient department. “Mr. Ruggeri, what brings you to a hospital in Milano?” he asked with a faint smile. Bruno Ruggeri, Damiano's grandfather, looked energetic and spirited, with no sign of illness at all. “I just needed some peace,” Bruno snorted. “My daughter-in-law keeps pestering me to set Damiano up on blind dates. She’s far too noisy.” In truth, Bruno wasn’t sick. He had simply escaped to the hospital to avoid the chaos at home. Arturo chuckled and sa

Lorenza spoke first. “Lucia, you’re finally here. You were really too impulsive. Women shouldn’t cling to grudges so deeply. Fortunately, Pietro isn’t seriously injured. He’s just angry and needs a simple apology. After this, you can still remain friends.” Zoe—Lorenza’s close friend—quickly echoed her words. “Exactly. Pietro only said one unpleasant thing about you, and you caused him so much trouble? What kind of friend does that make you?” Leonardo Marchesi stood silently nearby, his gaze steady as it rested on Lucia. He seemed to be waiting—expecting her to apologize. Three minutes passed. Lucia said nothing. Just then, her phone rang. It was Gabriele. She answered calmly. “Hello?” “Ms. Bianchi, we’re waiting for you at the hospital entrance,” Gabriele said politely. Lucia’s lips curved slightly. “I’m already in the ward.” “Ah—understood! We’ll come up immediately.” After ending the call, Lucia surprised everyone by walking over and sitting down on the sofa—still silent

Leonardo’s questioning voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it carried clearly through the spacious hotel lobby. All those present were business partners invited by the Donovan family. Upon arriving, they had begun mingling and networking, exchanging pleasantries and business cards. So naturally, the commotion at the front desk caught their attention. Lucia looked at Leonardo calmly. Her gaze was distant and detached, like someone observing a complete stranger. “Why can’t I be here?” she asked coolly. Seeing him standing beside Lorenza as a couple didn’t stir even the slightest emotion in her heart. “Did Gusto Castro bring you?” Leonardo probed. Lucia didn’t bother responding to someone who had long lost all sense of decency. Instead, she took her invitation from her bag and handed it to the hotel staff at the registration desk. During this three-day private booking, invited guests only needed an official invitation from the Donovan family to check in for free.

Lucia curved her lips into a charming smile and said lightly, “A phone call can never compare to meeting in person.” “That’s true,” Liora replied. Then her gaze shifted sharply to the doctor beside her. “Quick, take her pulse. If she really is pregnant, she’ll need proper care. The Donovan family will not tolerate any accidents.” Lorenza clenched her teeth and slowly extended her hand. Dr. Morreti checked her pulse. After barely three seconds, she said calmly, “You’re not pregnant. You’re experiencing menstrual irregularities. The symptoms can easily be mistaken for pregnancy.” Liora casually picked up an orange from the fruit platter. “Since you’re already checking, you might as well give her some advice on how to regulate it.” Lorenza tried to pull her hand back, but Dr. Morreti held it firmly. She was clearly experienced. “Your irregular cycle is related to your lifestyle. Your organs are slightly weak.” Lorenza struggled harder, her face flushing with humiliat

Leonardo remained rational even at a moment like this. He knew very well that he could not break the Donovan family’s rules. “What’s wrong with sitting there?” he said calmly. “Men and women are seated separately.” Lorenza clenched her fists. “But I don’t know anyone there. It’s so awkward.” “A little solitude isn’t a bad thing,” Leonardo replied. The maid glanced between them and reminded politely, “Sir, ma’am, Mrs. Donovan Senior is about to come out.” Her gaze lingered, disapproving. These two were clearly unfamiliar with proper etiquette. “All right,” Leonardo said, signaling Lorenza to return to her seat. She walked back to the women’s section, glancing over her shoulder again and again. Nearby businessmen chuckled quietly. “She’s clearly not suited to be a wife.” “Exactly. Even if she’s just a secretary, Mr. Marchesi shouldn’t have brought someone who doesn’t understand basic rules.” “Mrs. Donovan Senior is here.” All eyes in the garden turned in unison. Luciana Ba