Todos los capítulos de The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Capítulo 601 - Capítulo 610

Adriana returned home and washed off the day's exhaustion before heading to the nursery to check on Milo and Maeve. Under the soft glow of the nightlight, the two children were bundled in their own blankets, breathing softly, fast asleep. She gently pulled the door closed and went to her room. Just as she lay down, her phone screen lit up with a message from Max.She couldn't be bothered to open it. She set the phone aside, turned off the light, and went to sleep. Max was always sending some lukewarm greetings and concern—it wasn't worth the time to reply when she could be sleeping instead. If it weren't for Bella and Nicholas's relationship, she'd have already spelled things out and blocked him everywhere. She never should have added him as a contact in the first place.Fortunately, Max didn't send any more messages over the next few days. That unread, unreplied message was long forgotten in her inbox, never opened again.As the last dried leaf spiraled down from the branches, wint

"Call off the police and the drones. Or you can say goodbye to your daughter."The voice on the other end was distorted by a synthesizer—a deep, mechanical tone. All she could tell was that it was a man.Adriana's grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles white. "I'll pull them back right now! Just don't hurt my daughter. I'll give you anything you want.""Pull them back first," the kidnapper cut in coldly.Adriana opened her mouth to ask more, but the line had already gone dead.Chris had heard every word clearly. Before she could even speak, he was already on the phone with Alex. "Pull all police and drones back. No lingering in the area, no unnecessary moves."Alex responded immediately, "Got it. I'll make the call."Chris hung up and pulled the car over to the side of the road at the entrance of the alley. He turned to her, lowering his voice. "Adriana, let's wait here for now. We don't want to spook them."Adriana nodded weakly, slumping back into the leather seat, one han

Before Adriana could respond, a sharp, piercing cry from Maeve cut through the line—like a needle driven straight into her eardrum.Adriana's eardrums stung, and her heart seized in her chest."I'm coming right now. Don't you dare touch my daughter!"Her hands fumbled for the door handle, trembling so badly that it took her two tries to push it open.Chris grabbed her wrist. "I'm going with you."Adriana pulled free. "No. Don't do anything."Before stepping out, she turned back to Francesco, her voice strained and raw. "If something happens to me, please raise the two children. Protect them.""I won't let anything happen to you."Francesco got out of the car with her, his warm hand steadying her shoulder. "I'm contacting my mom right now. If it's really them, I'll trade myself for Maeve. Trust me."Adriana looked up and met his calm blue eyes. She saw his resolve. For some reason, she felt a trace of calm settle over her. She nodded, her voice hoarse. "If they're after me, use

On the other side, Adriana followed the kidnapper's instructions and arrived at the designated abandoned factory complex. The place was empty, the floor covered in a thick layer of white dust—like a blanket of decayed snow. The air reeked of rust.She looked down. Only one set of footprints led into the corner. Following them, her eyes landed on a square device, emitting a rapid, rhythmic beeping. A timed bomb.She took a deep breath, and the dry dust rushed into her nostrils, making her double over in a coughing fit. But her fear for Maeve—and her guilt—had long outweighed any fear for her own life.Not caring about the filth on the floor, she sat down cross-legged beside the bomb. She trusted Francesco. Even if she died, Milo and Maeve would want for nothing.She even felt a flicker of relief—thankful she had told Francesco the truth, that he knew the children were his. Otherwise, in a situation like this, she wouldn't have known who to entrust them to.Chris would surely treat

Adriana sat alone in the dust of the abandoned factory, running through Milo and Maeve's futures over and over in her mind. Milo was full of endless energy—he ate well, slept soundly, and was always finding ways to make a mess. Just yesterday, he'd splashed bathwater all over Heidi. Maeve, on the other hand, was sharper—sometimes when they were drinking milk together, she'd manage to swindle her brother's bottle away.The two children had only just learned to walk. They trusted her so completely, depended on her so entirely. And she loved them—deeply, desperately—and needed them just as much.When the bomb's countdown hit the final five minutes, she suddenly realized how fast time had flown. She hadn't even figured out how she would face that moment if she never saw her children again. She wasn't afraid to die—but she was terrified of never seeing their smiles again, of them being left unprotected when they were wronged, of them growing up unable to even remember her face. These