All Chapters of Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

AMELIA I stopped at the bottom of the staircase, looking at Irene. She swallowed, slightly shocked by my presence. She glanced back to the entrance door, then at me, her eyes wavering. “It–it was one of the servants that works here. She told me that she wanted to quit because she was going out of the country soon.” She tried to steady her voice, but the crack in it was still noticeable. My eyes remained fixed on her as I stood there. I wondered why she was so shocked by my presence. Irene clutched the strap of her black purse in her hand tightly, while her right hand was squeezed beside her. “But why didn't she report to Conrad or I first? She should have let us know before leaving." “She was in a hurry," Irene blurted almost immediately I stopped talking. Then, she gave a faint smile. “She said she was in a hurry to leave and she didn't want to disturb your rest." I nodded, then turned around and headed for the dining room. A cannula was still fixed at the back of my han

AMELIA Irene stood by the fireplace in the living room, adjusting the strap of her leather purse, with precise movements. Conrad glanced at his watch, pacing about in the living room. He was waiting for Noah to finish his breakfast before taking him to school. I sat on the sofa, my eyes fixed on Irene. Since Conrad had told her that she would be leaving soon, a week ago, she hasn't been normal. Most times, she would act paranoid, other times she would behave like her soul wasn't in her body. It was barely noticeable, but I had been observing her since then. Her posture was rigid, as she looked down at the floor. Conrad then stopped pacing and turned, his gaze settling on Irene. “Irene," he began, his tone plain. "You'll be going back to Norway, late next week. The tickets will be confirmed soon. So, use this time to get your work in order. Complete everything quickly and prepare for leaving.” Irene's hands, which have been fussing with her bag strap, stilled. She looked at h

IRENE I stood there, watching the tight expression on Amelia's face. It was as if she realised what was suddenly happening to her. She was wheezing, choking now, her hand clutching at her throat, the thin line of her jaw tightening. A thin smile crept across my face. My eyes were sparkling as I watched her desperately gasp from breath. But the smile quickly faded the instant Amelia's eyes flicked up to me, her eyes fluttering shut. Her panicked gaze made my heart leapt with joy, just watching her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words seemed to come out. She gasped, then opened her mouth to speak again. “Call… for… help…. Now.” Her voice was a hoarse rasp. Call… Con…rad.” Each word was like she was being forced while her throat was on the verge of exploding. My heart hammered against my ribs, but not from fear. It was from the realisation that Amelia was now out of the picture, and this easily. She tried to reach for me, her hands trembling. Instinctively, I p