All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

On the other side of the city, Margaret arrived at Blackwood Enterprises approaching noon.Her steps were quick, her heels clicking on the marble floor with an unusual rhythm—too hurried for a Margaret Blackwood who usually moved with practiced calm. But this morning, that calm was cracked.The news of Steven Walsh's death had made it impossible for her to stay still.As a woman who had for decades been immersed in the world of business and high-class socialites—a world with glittering surfaces and dark roots—Margaret knew exactly who Steven Walsh was. A hired journalist. A scandal-spreader who could be bought by anyone with sufficiently deep pockets. When photos of Alina began circulating yesterday, Margaret had immediately suspected Clarissa was the one who hired him. The pattern was too clear. Too characteristically careless of Clarissa.What Margaret hadn't expected was that everything would end with a death.And one thing kept spinning in her head throughout the journey.Daniel w

Adrian arrived on the fourth floor at exactly quarter past eleven.He walked toward the nurse station, nodding at Ms. Fontaine who was already waiting there with a serious expression."Has the supervision been tightened?" Adrian asked directly."Yes," Ms. Fontaine answered. "The head nurse has been informed. All visitors must check in at the nurse station first before entering. No exceptions.""Good." Adrian glanced toward room 412. "How is Alina's condition? Has she had breakfast?""A little. Morning sickness is still severe. But her condition is stable." Ms. Fontaine hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Lawson, there's something you need to know. Today Mrs. Blackwood seems different. Calmer. Not empty like usual. She's like someone who is thinking about something seriously."Adrian nodded slowly, absorbing that information.He knocked on room 412's door and entered.Alina sat on the bed with her back resting on the pillow. This time she wasn't staring at an empty window like yesterday. Her

Adrian returned to the fourth floor with Ms. Fontaine just as Daniel was stepping out of room 412.They crossed paths in the narrow hallway outside the room.Daniel scoffed when he saw the two of them together. His eyes narrowed, the suspicion in them undisguised."I had a feeling," Daniel said coldly, his voice like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "There must be some arrangement between you two."Ms. Fontaine looked at him, uncertain. "Excuse me? What do you mean, Mr. Blackwood?""I know you're conspiring to take Alina from me." He continued, his voice laced with cold certainty. "Don't expect to succeed. I'll make sure you're both destroyed before that ever happens."Adrian paused for a moment, not immediately grasping the direction of the accusation. "Are you threatening us?" he asked calmly, though his guard was up.Daniel scoffed again, impatient. "Not a threat. A warning." His gaze fixed hard on Adrian. "Stay away from Alina. I won't allow anyone to interfere with my wife."

To be able to get back together with Alina as soon as possible, Daniel didn't give himself time to stop.In the midst of news of Montgomery Group's increasingly widespread decline—plummeting shares, business partners switching sides, a name beginning to crack—Daniel had already moved toward his next target.This time, toward the heart of Alina's family.---Hotel Grandeur was hosting a fundraising event for a children's education foundation. The ballroom was filled with upper-class women in expensive gowns and jewelry glittering under chandelier light. The sound of light conversation and clinking glasses filled the air.At one table, Helena Hayes sat surrounded by her socialite friends.The woman looked graceful though her youth was behind her. Her face, which closely resembled Alina's, radiated the warmth of someone who knew nothing of the storm battering her daughter.Helena knew nothing.Not about the court. Not about the welfare review. Not about her daughter who was now lying in

Daniel arrived at the mansion close to midnight.The moment the front door opened, he knew his night would not end quietly.Margaret was already waiting in the living room, seated with rigid posture on the sofa, her expression cold and full of disapproval she made no effort to conceal.Daniel exhaled inwardly. He had no desire to deal with his mother tonight."Mama," he greeted her flatly, shrugging off his jacket. "What are you doing here this late?"Margaret rose from the sofa and walked toward him. "This is still my house, Daniel. I can come and go whenever I please.""Then goodnight. It's late." Daniel turned toward the stairs."I'm not finished."Margaret's voice stopped him in his tracks.Daniel turned slowly, his patience wearing thin. "What is it you want to talk about?"Margaret fixed him with a sharp look. "I've heard what you've been doing. You've been poaching business partners from the Montgomery Group. Attacking them openly."Daniel said nothing. His face stayed blank."