All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chris was scheduled for a kidney transplant this morning, and Adriana took half a day off.Before he was wheeled into the operating room, he gripped her hand tightly. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.Adriana felt the chill in his palm—and the faint, almost imperceptible tremor. She gently squeezed his hand in return and said softly, "I'll be waiting for you outside."The doors to the operating room slowly closed. Adriana sat alone on a bench in the corridor, pulling out her phone to deal with messages from the work group chat.Brian: [Adriana, why did you take leave?]Adriana: [My husband is having surgery.]Nina: [He will definitely be fine!]Adriana: [I'll take your good wishes.]Francesco: [Adriana, this is a work group, not your family chat.]Adriana: [Sorry.]The group fell silent instantly. No one spoke again.Aside from Oliver and Adriana, everyone else on the project team was a little afraid of Francesco.He was stern

Adriana let out a bitter smile. 'Chris, you're truly greedy.'After hurting her beyond repair, he still hoped she would remain devoted, waiting for him without end.She rose and walked into the shower. Warm water cascaded over her, washing away the day's exhaustion.When she returned, Chris was already awake. His usually indifferent eyes were open and unfocused."Does it hurt too much to sleep?"His condition didn't allow for painkillers. Every ounce of pain had to be endured.Chris forced a faint smile. "I'm fine. Go get some sleep.""I can't sleep anyway. I'll read to you a bit more."Adriana sat by the bed and brushed the back of her hand against his forehead. It was cold to the touch. His body temperature had always run low, and illness had only made it worse.She opened up the poetry collection and began reading softly.After only a few pages, the IV drip ran dry."Adriana, go to sleep. I'd like to sleep too."His tone was gentle, his expression faintly smiling, but th

Inside a private room at a bar, dim lighting cast deep blue shadows across the space.Joan lounged against the sofa, her legs—wrapped in black stockings—crossed neatly. Joshua sat opposite her, his complexion sallow and worn, bruises still visible on his face. He lifted a glass of strong liquor and gulped it down. The burning liquid scorched his throat and spread heat through his chest."You're sure it was Adriana who sent my father and me to prison?""You saw it yourself—at Keisha's birthday banquet, how Francesco stood up for her," Joan replied calmly. "Adriana doesn't have that kind of power, but she knows how to use Francesco."She quietly studied the doubt in Joshua's eyes as she refilled his glass."After you went in, Adriana even bragged in front of me. She said you're nothing but trash—that with just a few words, she could completely destroy your entire family."The Este family holds immense power in Heatherton City. Since she has latched onto them, there's nothing we c

Adriana drove toward Rosewood Avenue. A black sedan followed behind her, entering the underground parking garage at the same time.Rosewood Avenue was a high-end residential neighborhood with strict security—only vehicles registered under residents' real names were allowed entry.After getting out of her car, she walked over and knocked on the window of the black sedan.The window rolled down. Mars was inside, chewing on a snack."Want some?" he offered."No, thanks," Adriana declined politely. "Did your boss buy a place here?""Yeah. He spent a bit of pocket money and bought an apartment right below yours."Mars munched his snack leisurely. That casual tone made it sound absurdly extravagant.Adriana glanced around before saying, "Nothing's going to happen tonight. You don't need to stay here."Joan had only just learned her address—she wouldn't act so quickly."Miss Adler, it's not up to you, and it's not up to me. It's up to my boss."Mars stepped out of the car."I'll s

For the past two days, everything had been calm—nothing unusual had happened.Chris's condition had stabilized, and Adriana hadn't returned to the hospital. Her routine was simple: home and office, back and forth, a straight line between the two.That evening, as usual, she returned to Rosewood Avenue. When she reached her door, her steps faltered. She bent down and picked up a thin thread from the floor.She had wedged it into the doorframe before leaving for work that morning.Adriana stared at the camera embedded in the smart lock, as if she could see through the cold lens and meet the eyes watching her from the other side.She didn't open the door immediately. Instead, she used the motion of adjusting her hair to steady her breathing, then pretended to take a work call as she dialed Mars's number."I've already gotten home. The report won't be ready until tomorrow—there's no point rushing it."She deliberately raised her voice, making it carry clearly through the quiet hal