All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adriana hesitated. "I'm not afraid… but does this even matter?"She and Chris were destined to divorce. Was there really any point in fighting for legitimacy? Even if she won, it wouldn't heal the wounds she'd already suffered.Neo's eyes softened with a trace of pity. This girl's spirit wasn't meant to be this way. Samantha had once messaged him, saying that little Adriana was just as fierce as a little tiger. But after she left, no one had protected her—her claws and teeth had been worn down, dulled by hardship."It matters," he said quietly. "It matters to let people know you're not someone to be pushed around."That Miss Hill lives in your house, works right under your husband, and has harmed you repeatedly—what she's done demands a response. You have every right to retaliate. Don't give up on justice just because Chris won't act."Adriana pressed her lips together, silent. She had never thought about these things. Joan had her family backing her, and Chris to shield her. Alon

Joan spoke up at just the wrong moment. "Chris, maybe we should ask Sanctity to assign someone else?"Another seasoned Slater Group technician frowned. "Yes, Mr. Slater, this isn't a casual matter. Better be cautious."Adriana crossed her arms against the back of her chair and silently rolled her eyes."How well do you really know me? On what basis do you think I'm incapable?"Chris looked at her, his tone hesitant. "Adriana… this project is very important, so—"Adriana's eyes flicked to Joan, a sharp, mocking glint in her gaze."She can lead Slater Group's side of the project despite not being a tech specialist. How could I be any worse?""Joan is familiar with the business and has excellent leadership skills," Chris explained patiently. "She doesn't handle technical work, unlike you." He motioned for Lucas to contact Sanctity.Brian Ridgewood, one of Sanctity's technicians, couldn't hold back and spoke up. "If Miss Adler isn't up to the task, then only Oliver could step in—bu

Adriana set down her fork and walked over to Madeline Whitrose.She planted both hands on the table, leaning forward, eyes locked on Madeline."Which eye saw that?"Caught off guard, Madeline stammered, "I—I don't understand, what are you talking about?""My hearing's been sharp since I was little. Next time you talk bad about me, make sure you're at least a mile away."During the six months she bounced between relatives' homes, Adriana had honed her ears. One missed word back then could have meant a beating."But there won't be a next time."She tugged Madeline's work badge toward her and glanced at the name."Resign on your own later, or I'll sue you for defamation. You should know Sanctity's legal department never misses."Some people were misled by public opinion and were used without realizing it. But this one was pure malice. When Joan spilled the soup, Madeline was across the table, still far away, and she had deliberately spread lies.Madeline went pale. "I didn't do

Alex's tone was grave as he warned, "Until then, absolutely no intimacy. One wrong move and it's straight to the ICU."Having his delicate wife by his side, able only to look but not touch—that alone was torture.Chris gave a wry smile. "I've been a monk for five years; this can wait. But the sooner the transplant, the better."Every time Adriana tried to get close and he made excuses to refuse, it gnawed at him. He was a normal man, with normal desires.Especially when he brushed against her, or caught her scent—her subtle fragrance invading his senses—his desire gnawed at him like tiny ants, crawling through his bones and flesh, relentless."You still need more observation before we can confirm if the transplant is feasible. Be patient," Alex said, then glanced down at Chris's long legs."And your legs—when do you plan on letting them recover?""When Dean becomes the loser," Chris muttered, gripping a pen tightly, pressing the tip over and over.In truth, he had nothing to fe

Adriana realized she had misspoken, her voice growing softer.She lowered her head, then stole a glance at Francesco from the corner of her eye. He ate with indifferent precision, his face betraying no emotion.Her fingers curled slightly. "Then… I'll head back first."It was getting late. She didn't want to drive the mountain road in the dark.Francesco lifted his eyelids. "Have you eaten?""I have."On the way to the hospital, Adriana had grabbed a slice of chicken pie, making do for dinner. Living alone, making do was a kind of freedom.Francesco set down his pants and wiped his mouth."I'm going to shower. Fill the tub for me."Her mind went blank for a moment. "I really should head home now.""How did my hand get injured?"He fixed her with a hard, unyielding gaze. No room for refusal.Damn. He was holding her to it.Adriana entered the bathroom and turned on the water. He had just eaten; a half-hour wait was ideal for bathing. The bathtub was temperature-controlled,