All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dean hurriedly said, "Mr. Este, if you can't let go of Adriana, all the more reason to cooperate with me.""Oh?" Francesco lifted an eyebrow, intrigued. "And how exactly do you propose we cooperate?"Dean let out a small sigh of relief and smiled, revealing the plan he had been plotting."We'll work together to corner Chris. Adriana is sentimental—she won't stand by and do nothing. When she comes to beg you, she'll be yours to take.""Interesting indeed." Francesco's lips curved downward slowly, his gaze snapping sharp and cold. His entire presence radiated an almost terrifying authority. "And just what do you take me for? And Adriana—what do you take her for?"Even the usually ruthless, decisive Dean felt pinned under that stare."What do you mean by that, Mr. Este?"Francesco stood and stepped in front of him. The tea cup tipped in his hand, and the steaming black tea poured over Dean's head."If you even dare lay a finger on Adriana again, it won't just be your reputation th

Joan sneered, eyes full of contempt. Adriana ignored her and drove away.After her parents died, Lydia had helped her youngest son, Hex Adler, seize the family's assets. Logically, they should be living comfortably now—so why was the old woman coming to demand money?The neighborhood where Hex lived had been demolished years ago, and Adriana had no contact information for them. She didn't care whether they were rich or poor—she only feared what Lydia might stir up.As she drove, Bella called."Adriana, quickly—look at the livestream link I sent you."A chill ran through her. She pulled over and opened the link.On the livestream platform, Lydia was in full sobs, snot running, tears streaming, wailing to the camera about how her granddaughter, Adriana, had abandoned her, leaving her homeless in the middle of the new year.The livestream background showed her standing on a bridge."My eldest son is dead, my youngest missing, and my granddaughter… she married into a wealthy family

"Thank you all for your concern. I apologize for taking up your time."Chris smiled and nodded slightly, then left the reception room.A moment later, Lucas entered the office."Mr. Slater, the reporters and their supervisors have all been taken care of."Chris nodded, his voice calm but firm. "And Lydia?""Once she heard you were providing for her and keeping an eye on her youngest son, she happily left with our people."Lucas added, "Do you want to see her?""After she dies. If Adriana wants to pay her respects, she will then see her." His gaze turned icy. "Until then, don't let them have any contact with Adriana."Chris's expression was ruthless, his eyes full of disgust. He still remembered how fragile Adriana looked when she was brought to the Slater residence: her little face red from the cold, skin dry and sallow, fingers swollen with frostbite so severe that only after treatment by a renowned doctor could they heal without scars.On those bitter winter nights, she had

"Did you tell Chris that this was Joan's doing?""Even if I said it, it wouldn't matter," Adriana replied, holding her cup of hot milk. The room had heating, but she still felt chilled. "The moment Joan sheds a few tears and pushes Edward into Chris's arms, he'll blow the whole thing over. No one cares enough to make a fuss."If he really wanted to investigate, he wouldn't need me to say anything. Grandma Lydia met Joan before the livestream; Heidi can vouch for that."…As Adriana expected, the atmosphere in the Slater household was tense.Chris's expression was cold as he asked, "Heidi, are you sure Lydia came here today and saw Joan?""I'm not mistaken," Heidi said firmly. "I watched her livestream myself—it was definitely her."Joan sat on the sofa, eyes red, looking at Chris with a mix of grievance and pleading."Chris, she came looking for Adriana, asking for money. You've said their family treated Adriana badly, so I just paid her a little to send her away. I didn't kn

Francesco’s eyes darkened as he pointed his sword directly at Adriana.“I’ll go easy on Adriana—but I won’t go easy on Mrs. Slater.”Adriana dodged nimbly. “No need. Mr. Slater is more than enough for me.”“Even if he could hurt you?”His gaze flickered as he raised the sword, testing her.She curved her red lips into a faint smile. “Everything he gives me… I accept willingly.”A scoffing laugh escaped Francesco. His eyes, deep and cold as an eternal glacier, radiated a biting chill.Strike after strike, his sword moved fast and merciless.Adriana relied on memory, evading each one.When a blade lunged straight for her chest, she abruptly stopped, even stepping forward to meet it.Francesco’s force was immense. Even with the padded tip, the sword sliced through her sweater and pierced her body.His eyes flew open wide. “Adriana! Have you lost your mind?”“If it’s not enough to satisfy your anger, you can push it further.”Adriana gritted her teeth against the pain, staring