All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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The Welfare Check

The walk up to Alina's room felt endless to Mrs. Helen. Each step echoed in the silence—a slow procession toward a moment that could change everything or nothing at all. Ms. Fontaine walked behind her with steady footsteps, her eyes scanning the hallway with professional attention—noting the expensive artwork on the walls, the fresh flowers in crystal vases, the pristine condition of everything. A wealthy home. A comfortable home. But Ms. Fontaine had learned long ago that wealth didn't preclude suffering. Sometimes it just hid it better. Dr. Halvorsen walked beside Ms. Fontaine with a more clinical focus—her eyes tracking the layout of the house, the security cameras mounted discreetly in corners, the lack of family photographs in the hallway. Details that spoke volumes to someone trained to see them. They reached the second floor and Mrs. Helen led them down a long corridor to a door at the end. She paused with her hand on the doorknob and turned to face them. "Mrs. Alina

Silent Chains

The silence in the room was heavy—thick with everything that couldn't be said.Alina's tears continued to fall in that terrible silent way—no sobs, no sound, just an endless stream down her hollow cheeks.Ms. Fontaine leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle but with an underlying firmness that suggested she wouldn't accept deflection anymore."Alina," she said carefully. "I can see that you're in pain. Deep pain. What happened to make you feel this way?"Alina's hands twisted in her lap—wringing each other with a desperate, unconscious motion.She opened her mouth.Closed it.Opened it again.But no words came out.Just more tears—silent and endless.Dr. Halvorsen's eyes narrowed slightly—not with suspicion but with clinical assessment."Alina," she said in that particular tone that psychiatrists used when they needed a patient to really hear them. "When was the last time you felt safe?"The question landed like a physical blow.Alina's breath caught audibly in her throat.Safe.Whe

Decision That Changes Everything

The silence after Daniel left felt heavier than before. Alina sat in the chair with her body still rigid—every muscle tense with the fear that had just been triggered by Daniel's brief presence. Her hands trembled more violently now. Her breathing was short and rapid—almost like someone on the verge of a panic attack. Ms. Fontaine sat back down slowly, but her eyes never left Alina. She had seen that reaction countless times in her career. The way domestic violence victims responded when the perpetrator entered the room. Instant tension. Visceral fear. The inability to breathe normally. This wasn't a reaction to a "caring husband." This was a reaction to a threat. "Alina," Dr. Halvorsen said gently while sitting back down beside the chair. "Are you alright?" Alina nodded automatically—a trained reflex movement. But her hands still trembled. Her breathing was still too fast. Dr. Halvorsen took Alina's hand gently. "Take a deep breath for me," she said in a calming voice. "

Forced Agreement

Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen exited Alina's room. Their faces showed controlled professionalism but there was tension behind those expressions.They had finished the examination and made their decision.Now they had to face the hardest part—telling Daniel Blackwood that his wife needed immediate medical intervention.Mr. Harris waited at the foot of the stairs in a formal posture."Mr. Blackwood is in his study," he said in a neutral voice. "He asked that you meet him there after you finish.""Thank you," Ms. Fontaine answered professionally.They followed Mr. Harris down the long corridor to the study in the east wing of the house.A large wooden door with intricate carvings.Mr. Harris knocked gently."Come in," Daniel's voice came from inside—calm and controlled.Mr. Harris opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen to enter.The study was spacious and impressive—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a large mahogany desk, tall windows overlooking the back

Departure

Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen returned to Alina's room.Mrs. Helen was still standing in the corridor—her face full of hope and fear mixed together."What happened?" she whispered in a voice barely audible."We will be taking Mrs. Blackwood to the hospital today," Ms. Fontaine answered calmly. "In one hour. Mr. Blackwood has already given his permission."Mrs. Helen's eyes immediately filled with tears of immense relief."Thank you," she whispered with a broken voice. "Thank God.""We will inform Mrs. Blackwood of this," Ms. Fontaine said.Mrs. Helen nodded happily.Ms. Fontaine knocked gently on Alina's door before opening it.Alina was still sitting in the same chair in the same position since they had left her.But her eyes immediately lifted when Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen entered. Staring with fear and hope mixed in equal proportion."Alina," Dr. Halvorsen said gently while sitting in the chair across from her. "We've spoken with your husband about your condition."Alina swa

First Taste of Freedom

On the second floor, Clarissa stood at her bedroom window, watching the procession with narrowed eyes. She saw the thin and fragile Alina being guided to the ambulance with the help of Mrs. Helen and the paramedics. She saw Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen escorting protectively. And she saw Daniel standing at the doorway with tense posture and clenched fists. "Hospital," Clarissa thought with calculation. "She's going to the hospital." Her mind worked quickly. Hospital meant out of her reach. Hospital meant Alina would be watched by people she didn't control. And that would make it difficult for her to administer the abortifacient she possessed. Clarissa couldn't let Alina actually give birth to Daniel's child. She wouldn't let that baby strengthen Alina's position in this family. "I must act quickly," Clarissa thought again. "Before it's too late." But how could she administer it if Alina was in the hospital? Clarissa stared at the ambulance with calculating eyes.

Infiltration

The ambulance drove at a steady speed through the busy city streets.Inside, Alina still lay on the stretcher. Her eyes were closed—her breathing, which had been gasping, slowly began to stabilize.Dr. Halvorsen sat with her hand still gently holding Alina's hand.The female paramedic continued to check the vital signs monitor with trained eyes."Blood pressure still low but stable," she said in a professional voice. "Heart rate ninety-two per minute. Oxygen saturation ninety-five percent."Dr. Halvorsen nodded while taking notes on her small tablet."How much longer until the hospital?" she asked."Fifteen minutes," the paramedic answered. "We've already confirmed with St. Catherine's. The maternity unit is ready to receive the patient."Alina opened her eyes slowly—staring at the ambulance ceiling with an expression still filled with mixed emotions."Dr. Halvorsen," Alina whispered in a hoarse voice. "What will happen when I arrive at the hospital?"Dr. Halvorsen looked at Alina wit

Reunion

Not long after Daniel left, three people entered the hospital lobby with quick steps.Richard Hayes looked pale and exhausted—eyes red from lack of sleep and worry that had lasted a long time.Emma Carter walked beside him with a tense but determined face.And Adrian Lawson led them with upright posture and professional expression—though there was something more personal in his eyes.At the reception desk, Adrian spoke with the nurse on duty."We're here to visit Mrs. Alina Blackwood," he said in a firm voice. "I'm Adrian Lawson, the attorney handling her case. And this is Richard Hayes, her father."The nurse typed something on the computer."Mrs. Blackwood is in the maternity unit, fourth floor," she said while looking at the screen. "But I need to confirm first whether—""I've already spoken with Ms. Claire Fontaine and Dr. Ingrid Halvorsen about this visit," Adrian interrupted calmly but firmly. "They've already approved it."The nurse nodded slowly."Alright. Please go up to the

The Complaint

Lisa Brennan opened the door wider."Thank you for being willing to listen, Ms. Brennan," Vincent Palmer said in a gentle voice. "May I come in? We can discuss the details more comfortably."Lisa stepped back, allowing Vincent to enter her small apartment.The man looked around quickly—noting the worn sofa, old TV, children's toys scattered on the floor.All signs of someone struggling financially.Perfect.With her situation of lacking everything, Lisa would be easy to influence and get to cooperate."Please sit down," Lisa said in a voice that was still wary but beginning to soften.They sat on the sofa—Lisa at one end, Vincent at the other with a respectful distance.Vincent placed a white envelope on the coffee table."Fifty thousand dollars," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Cash. No strings attached. This is compensation for your time and effort in filing a formal complaint."Lisa stared at the envelope with teary eyes."What exactly do I have to do to get that money?" Lisa as

Counterattack

In the morning, the medical board received a complaint sent by Lisa Brennan.At eight in the morning, Judge Hartford's office received official notification from the Medical Board.The judge immediately summoned Ms. Fontaine to come. She sat in the luxurious waiting room, legs crossed anxiously, eyes constantly glancing at the judge's office door.Ms. Fontaine had been waiting twenty minutes—long enough for anxiety to begin creeping up.The door finally opened."Ms. Fontaine, please come in."Judge Hartford sat behind a large desk with an expression that was hard to read—professional, but with worried wrinkles on his forehead."Is there a problem?" Ms. Fontaine asked directly, having no patience for pleasantries.Judge Hartford took a document from his desk—an envelope with the Medical Board letterhead—and pushed it across the desk."A serious complaint has been filed against Dr. Halvorsen," he said in a careful tone. "A formal complaint from a former patient named Lisa Brennan. Alleg

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