The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The drive home from Dr. Linda's office was silent.Junior sat in his car seat in the back with headphones, staring out the window with the same blank expression as in the waiting room earlier. Daniel kept glancing in the rearview mirror, feeling the weight of the conversation with Dr. Linda still heavy on his chest."Junior spent five years with Alina as his primary caregiver. In his mind, she is his Mom.""You're not just taking away a babysitter. You're taking away his Mom."Those words repeated in Daniel's head until he wanted to scream.The car pulled into the mansion's driveway just as the sun began to set. Junior got out with slow, mechanical movements, walking to the front door without waiting for Daniel.Mrs. Helen opened the door, looking at Junior with obvious concern. "Young Master Junior, would you like a snack?"Junior shook his head without looking at her, walking straight toward his room.Daniel entered with Dr. Linda's folder still in hand, watching Junior's small back

At ten minutes past five in the afternoon, a black car pulled into the mansion's driveway.Junior got out with a backpack on his back, his steps slow as they had been lately. The driver opened the door for him, but Junior only nodded slightly without smiling.Mrs. Helen greeted him at the door with a warm smile that was trying too hard. "Young Master Junior, how was your lesson?"Junior shrugged. "Fine.""Would you like a snack? There are freshly baked cookies.""No, thank you." Junior walked past her, heading for the stairs.Mrs. Helen watched him with deep concern but said nothing. The boy clearly needed space.Junior went up to his room with mechanical steps. Threw his bag on the bed. Sat on the edge with eyes staring blankly at the wall.Where Transformers robot posters used to hang, there was now an educational poster about the solar system that Clarissa had put up a week ago."More educational," she had said with a smile. "Junior needs to learn about planets, not just play."But

"Mr. Blackwood, I need your consent for surgery." Dr. Emily held out a clipboard with forms. "Time is critical."Daniel took the pen with numb fingers, signing without reading. His hand moved automatically while his brain struggled to process.Junior. Surgery. Brain damage."We're prepping the OR now," Dr. Emily said. "You can see him briefly before we take him up."She led them into the trauma bay.Daniel wasn't prepared.Nothing could have prepared him.Junior looked impossibly small on the adult-sized gurney. Tubes everywhere. Monitors beeping. Ventilator breathing for him. Head wrapped in gauze already soaking through with blood.Face pale as death."Oh God," Clarissa whispered, hand over her mouth.Daniel moved to the bedside on autopilot. Took Junior's small hand in his. So cold. Too cold."Papa's here," he said, voice cracking. "You're going to be okay. You have to be okay."No response. Just the mechanical hiss of the ventilator. The steady beep of the heart monitor."We need

"You have no right to be here at all."Clarissa's words landed in the waiting room like something final.Alina stood very still."I'm not leaving," Alina said quietly."Actually." Margaret rose from her chair with the slow deliberateness of someone who had been waiting for exactly this moment. "You are."She walked to the door and opened it, looking at Alina with eyes that had never once in five years held anything warmer than calculated tolerance."You left the mansion without permission. Without authorization. Against explicit instructions." Margaret's voice was low, controlled, designed to humiliate rather than escalate. "I've already called security.""Junior is in there." Alina's voice didn't waver. "He is five years old and he is in an induced coma and I am the person he calls when he has a nightmare. I am not leaving.""He won't be calling anyone for a while," Clarissa said. The cruelty was almost casual. Like she hadn't even needed to think about it.Something moved across Dan

"Request denied. Will discuss later."Alina stared at the screen of Mrs. Helen's phone.Four words.Not even the courtesy of an explanation. Not a mention of Junior's condition or when "later" might be. Just denial delivered with the emotional weight of a declined credit card transaction.She set the phone down with deliberate care and handed it back to Mrs. Helen, who still stood beside her."Thank you," she said quietly.Mrs. Helen took her phone back, slipping it into her apron pocket. "Does Nyonya need to contact anyone else?""Not yet. I'll let you know."Her own phone was still in Daniel's possession. Confiscated since the night at the hospital. Another way they'd cut off her access to the outside world.But they didn't know about Mrs. Helen's phone. Not yet.Alina took a breath.Then she stood and walked to her closet.In the back, behind the winter coats she never wore because the mansion was climate controlled to perfection year-round, there was a small leather bag. The kind