All Chapters of Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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XANDER IS UNCONSCIOUS

AMELIA Conrad didn't even glance up from his plate, his spoon clinking gently against the glass plate. Had he not heard me? Or was he ignoring me? He stood abruptly, the screeching of his chair echoing in the room, and turned to leave. Every instinct screamed at me to stop him, to demand answers for the incident that happened, for the scream, but I couldn't. My feet somehow remained glued to the floor. He ascended the staircase and disappeared into the hallway without a single word. I stood there, my heart sinking. Why was I so worried about him? Or perhaps, it was because of the scream and I thought my life would be in danger at some point? What exactly was going on? Conrad's father was also nowhere to be seen. He must have returned to his house this morning. Just then, Mr Colton entered the house, his usual cheerful demeanor evident. He paused when he saw me, his gaze flickering towards the staircase where I was looking. “Mrs Amelia, what haven't you gone upstairs?" he aske

CONRAD'S BIRTHDAY PARTY

CONRAD I told her at six o'clock. And by six, I had meant before six. I had made the order clear. And now, I was twelve minutes past five. She was nowhere to be seen. The guests and our families would start arriving any moment from now. I pulled out my phone from my polished suit trouser’s pocket, my finger hovering around her contact. I called her for the first time. It rang, then stopped. No one answered the phone. I called the second time and this time, I was moved to the automated voicemail. One instruction I gave her, and she couldn't do it properly. Noah was running around the living room, threatening to scatter the arrangements. Then, I saw Colton with him. “Colton!" I called, my voice tight with unease. He swiftly walked to me, his hands folded behind him. “Have you heard from Amelia?" He shook his head, his brows furrowing slightly. "No, Mr Conrad. I haven't seen her since she left for work.” I sighed, cursing under my breath. “Damn it!” Where the hell was she? If

ARGUEMENT WITH MY MUM

AMELIA I descended the staircase, my heels clicking loudly. Conrad followed behind me. He had told me that his father had called for me. I knew something was wrong again. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to remain calm. “There's no need to be tense. You didn't do anything wrong," I mumbled to myself. As I reached the living room, I stopped beside the sofa, glancing around. My parents were still here. They were gathered like there was an important meeting being held. Mr Pierre sat on the sofa, his face devoid of emotion. Conrad stopped beside the bottom stairs, his silent gaze filling the room. “Amelia," he began, his voice firm. “Why weren't you down for the party? Your absence was noted." My mind raced, searching for a reasonable excuse. "I was down for a while, but I decided to go back up and rest,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. "I… I had a terrible headache, Mr Pierre." He exhaled, leaning back on the chair. "Where's the child?” "He's sleeping.” Noah had passed out on the be

A SIMPLE INSTRUCTION

AMELIA My mother turned to face Conrad, smiling. “Okay," she said, her voice surprisingly calm after her outburst. She walked past Conrad, shooting me one last piercing glance, before exiting the room. I sighed, turning to face the other side of the room. I hurriedly wiped the tears off my face, in fear of Conrad seeing it. Conrad stepped inside the room, his presence filling the space my mother had just left. He closed the door quietly behind him, walking closer to where I stood. He face was solid, no emotion evident. My chest tightened, and I swallowed hard. Maybe he was here to confront me about coming home late. Two confrontations in less than an hour. I hoped he wouldn't bring it up. He stood before me, his gaze unwavering. “You came home late," he said, his voice low—a tone that sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a question. It was a statement, one that felt colder and more personal. My hands clenched at my sides. “I… I know,” I muttered. "I had an emergency at the las

XANDER'S REPORT

AMELIA I arrived at Chile Hospital early, the weight of the previous night still heavy on my shoulders. I couldn't get proper sleep last night, just thinking about Xander. He was the only friend I had, and losing him will not make only me devastated, but also Noah. I didn't have many patients to attend to today, so the moment I stepped onto the floor, I changed my clothes and went about my work, as fast as I could. I dressed the wounds of some patients that needed dressing, prescribed medication for those that needed it, assisted Doctor Evans in his child delivery operation, and brought food for the patients that needed to eat before their surgery tonight. As I finished with the last patient I was assigned to, I came out of the room, sighing. I massaged my shoulders, swinging it back and forth. It ached badly, like it could pull out any minute now. I headed straight for the second year nurses' station, locating Nurse Frida. She was busy logging incoming charts into the co

CONRAD APOLOGISED

AMELIA Conrad didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on some invisible object. He wasn't even acknowledging my presence. “Conrad," I called again, trying not to let my frustration show. He turned to look at me, sighing. “I called you here to help me dress my wound, not to ask me unimportant questions," he said, his tone calmer than usual. “But….” "Just treat it, Amelia. Bandage it. I need to return to the office.” I squeezed my hands by my side, biting the inside of my cheeks. First, his cold attitude towards me, and now, his dismissive tone. It was all too much. But as a nurse, my priority was clear. I couldn't mix my personal life with my work. I swallowed my frustration, picking up the necessary supplies the nurse had kept behind. My hands worked swiftly, and carefully. I cleaned the delicate skin, applied antiseptic, and carefully wrapped a bandage around his wrist. This was the same wound he had, the first time I met him at the hospital. This was beyond normal. He wa

XANDER'S SURGERY

CONRAD My body went rigid. The question sent a slight chill down my spine. Lux Bar. Of all questions she could have asked, that was the one she chose. Now memories would flood back. Memories I struggled to forget. I cleared my throat, forcing my muscles to relax, though tension still hummed beneath my skin. “Yes," I said, my voice neutral and flat. I couldn't betray the surprise that jolted through me. “I know the place. Why do you ask?” I scanned her expression, trying to decipher the lingering emotion in her eyes. She fiddled with the lace of her dress, her eyes darting to the corner of the room. “I know the place. I… I've been there before.” She said, hesitant. My brows drew together. “Really. Then, when did you visit the place? Because it is closed down permanently.” I narrowed my eyes, staring intently at her face. Her head snapped up, her face laced with surprise. “It's closed down? I didn't know. When last I went there was…. a year ago, when I came to the city,” she stu

A KISS

AMELIA The house was silent when I entered the living room. I glanced at my watch and it was thirty minutes past ten. Everyone would be asleep by now—well, everyone except Mr Colton. He was resting on the sofa, reading a newspaper. “Mr Colton," I called, trying to mask the exhaustion on my face. I strode to him, my bag strapped to my shoulder. “Good evening." He looked up at me, grinning. “Amelia dear, welcome." I smiled. “Why are you not asleep yet?" “Don’t mind that, dear. I wanted to relax here a little." I rubbed my aching neck, scanning the house. My first priority, as always, was Noah. "What about Noah? Has he had dinner?” He sat up on the sofa, putting the newspaper down on his lap. "He has eaten. He's upstairs, playing right now. I tried to put him to sleep, but he insisted on waiting for you to return.” I grinned. He never ceased to play. He would play until his energy was drained. "Dinner is ready for you, too,” he added. "Thank you, Mr Colton,” I said, a f

LIES EXPOSED

AMELIA At noon, I had finally managed to take a break. My body ached with my constant movements and check ups on pre-op patients. I massaged my shoulder, wincing at the pain. I had decided to have lunch with Xander in the canteen, before his surgery later. He only had an hour left before the surgery. We settled onto a chair across from each other. Xander could not eat an hour before surgery. He could only drink water, but he had insisted on following me because he needed fresh air away from his room. “You look tired, Lia," he said, opening a container of juice for me. “Did you stay up studying case files?" I shook my head, managing a weak smile. “Just normal pre-op checks. It's a lot of pressure. You know that." “I do," he said, staring at me. “Still, knowing you'll be by my side during the surgery makes it less terrifying. You're really the best." I glanced at him, a grin spreading on my face. “Like you ever get terrified of something,...... He smirked. “Eat up. You'll

XANDER'S LIFE AT RISK

AMELIA “I need to go, Conrad. Noah's alone," I said, tucking the phone back in my pocket. As I turned to leave, Conrad pulled my hand back, stopping me. “You're not leaving until you answer my question. I mean it." I frowned. “What do you mean? Noah's alone. I can't leave him by himself." I twisted my hand, trying to free myself from his grip, but he tightened his grip on my hand. “Answer me quickly and I'll let you go." He pulled me away from the door and locked the door. “Why did you lie to me? I hate lies, you know that?” Was he serious right now? At the expense of my child’s safety? All he could care about was himself and a little lie?” "Please Conrad, let me go. I'll tell you everything once I return,” I pleaded, my voice shaky. "Noah is barely three years old. He'll get scared.” "I don't care.” I shook. His tone was sharp and cold. He really meant it. He really didn't care. I stared at him, my breath uneven. "Yes. I lied about that. I've been in the city for years. I'

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