All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mrs. Helen stepped out of the room, her face still wet with tears but her posture resolute.Mr. Harris stood in the corridor exactly where he'd been for the past hour, hands clasped in front of him, expression professionally blank."Mr. Harris," Mrs. Helen began, keeping her voice steady despite the tremor underneath. "Mrs. Blackwood needs to go to the hospital. Young Master Junior—""I know about Young Master Junior," Mr. Harris interrupted quietly. "Mr. Blackwood called a few minutes ago with specific instructions."Mrs. Helen's stomach dropped."What instructions?""Mrs. Blackwood is not to leave the mansion under any circumstances. Not tonight. Not without Mr. Blackwood's direct authorization." He paused, something uncomfortable flickering across his features. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Helen. Those are my orders.""But she's his mother," Mrs. Helen protested, voice rising slightly. "She has every right to see him when he's hurt—""My orders come from his father." Mr. Harris corrected. Not

At the mansion, Alina had barely slept. The tears had eventually stopped sometime around three AM, leaving her hollow and exhausted, staring at the ceiling until pale light began filtering through the curtains.She heard footsteps in the corridor around seven. Expected Mrs. Helen's familiar knock.Instead, a timid tap. Too light. Too hesitant."Come in," Alina said, her voice rough from crying.The door opened to reveal one of the younger maids. Sarah, maybe. Or Julia. Alina had never been good with the junior staff names—they rotated so frequently.The girl carried a breakfast tray with both hands, eyes down, movements careful."Good morning, Ma'am," she said quietly, setting the tray on the desk without looking up."Where's Mrs. Helen?" Alina asked.The girl flinched slightly. "Mrs. Helen has been reassigned to other areas of the house, Ma'am. I'll be attending to your meals from now on.""Reassigned." Alina repeated the word flatly. "By whose order?""Mr. Blackwood's, Ma'am." Still

The next morning, Junior came home from the hospital.Alina heard the car before she saw it. The familiar purr of the Mercedes engine cutting off in the driveway below.She moved to the window, pressed her palm against the glass.The driver's door opened first. Daniel stepped out, straightened his jacket.Passenger side. Clarissa emerged, smoothing her hair, checking her reflection in the window.Then the back door.Margaret got out first, turning to help someone small climb down.Junior.So small. Too small for the size of the bandage wrapped around his head. Too fragile in the oversized hospital shirt they'd sent him home in.He stood on the driveway looking up at the house with an expression Alina had never seen before.Uncertainty. Confusion.Like he was seeing it for the first time.Clarissa took his hand immediately. Bent down to his level, said something that made him nod.Margaret gestured toward the entrance. The three of them walked together—Clarissa on one side, Margaret on

Alina packed in silence.The few belongings she still considered hers fit into three boxes. Clothes. Books. A framed photo of Junior from two years ago that she'd hidden in her drawer.Two maids helped carry everything. They worked quietly, efficiently, eyes down.No one spoke.The walk to the new room felt longer than it should have. Through corridors Alina rarely used. Down a hallway she'd barely noticed in five years of living here.Away from everything familiar.One of the maids unlocked the door.Alina stepped inside and stopped.She'd expected something small. Sparse. Punishment dressed as practicality.But the room was large. Spacious, even. A four-poster bed with cream linens. Matching dresser and wardrobe. A writing desk by the window. Soft carpet. Tasteful artwork on the walls.Almost identical to her old room in layout and furnishing.Just... removed. Isolated. Far from everywhere that mattered."Tidak terlalu buruk," Alina murmured to herself.*Not too bad.*The maids set

The note left Alina's hands on Thursday morning.By Friday evening, there was still no response.Alina tried not to let the anxiety show. Kept her face neutral through dinner. Through another night sharing the room with Daniel. Through another morning of watching Junior and Clarissa in the garden from her window.But inside, doubt grew.Had the maid been caught? Had she thrown the note away out of fear? Had Mrs. Helen received it but been unable to act?Or worse—had Mrs. Helen delivered it to Daniel instead?Saturday morning came. The maid didn't.Different girl. Older. More efficient. In and out in fifteen minutes without making eye contact.Alina's stomach knotted.Something had changed.***That afternoon, Daniel came to the room earlier than usual.Three PM. He should have been at the office.Alina looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read for the past hour."We're having guests for dinner tonight," he said without preamble."Guests?""Business associates. The Henderso