Semua Bab Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Bab 31 - Bab 40

CONRAD She left. The thud of the door slamming shut was still echoing in the hospital room. I stood there, watching her leave. I didn't want to stop her again. I had told her that I didn't care that her child was alone. I had restricted her from leaving till she answered my question—not that I cared if she answered it. I hated the feeling of being deceived, of having someone hide basic facts from me. But as I watched her run out of the door, fueled by a genuine fear and anger, I realised my anger wasn't just about the lie—it wasn't about the lie one but. It was about where she was running to. Not only to Noah. She was running to Xander. I had seen her minutes ago. As I entered the entrance door of the hospital, I saw her walking towards the hospital's cafeteria, a masculine figure beside her. I instantly knew it was Xander Fletcher. He had once visited my company when I hadn't met Amelia. He had offered me an investment, compensation and a new bride. But only if I didn't ac

AMELIA I stare at Conrad, my brows furrowed. “What do you mean?" I asked, the words catching in my throat. He adjusted the jacket in his hand, his expression stiff and annoyingly cold. “The sooner you stop grieving, the easier it will be for you to move on. Pathetic emotions won't help you get the peace you need." I stared at him, my pain intensifying into a bitter sting. This was how he was sympathising with me. The earlier concern he had shown me just vanished in the blink of an eye. My heart sank in my chest, heavy and cold. Pathetic? My emotions were pathetic to him. After everything. Everything he caused. I gave him a curt nod, a complete sentence unable to form in my mouth. “I want to go to sleep now, Conrad." I didn't know what else to say to him. I didn't want to reason with him. It wasn't like he had emotions to feel my ache. He couldn't even try to feel it. I didn't wait for his reply, or look at his face again to gauge his reaction. I simply closed the door shut b

CONRAD Tristan's name always carried an annoying emotion, a reminder of the path I had been forced onto compared to his easy existence. Gavin shifted on his chair, leaning back, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Exactly what you're thinking. His company, the one in Norway? It has hit a rough patch already. It's slowly crumbling. And from what I hear, he is desperately looking for investors. I narrowed my eyes, my fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the desk. “And how does that concern me? Why would I need to know that?" Tristan's failures were his own. I wasn't involved in his shitty life anymore. Despite the numerous number of times he had failed my father—be in business or anything else, he still put his trust in his “so-called” heir as a son. Gavin chuckled, a low sound. “That's the interesting part. When your father visited my home few days back, I overheard our fathers talking about the company and how it needs investments. That's when I got to hear your father saying that

AMELIA I moved through my morning rounds, my body performing its duties as usual. The hospital hummed with its usual symphony of beeps and patients moving around. I finally resumed my job at the hospital. I had enough time to mourn and now, it was time I had forgotten everything. I checked vitals, administered medications, and offered pre-op reassurances to anxious patients. My eyes still held that hollow look, but I tried to mask it very well. By late afternoon, after attending to my last patient before my break, as I was about to go for my break, I found myself summoned by Senior Nurse Emma. “Nurse Amelia,” she said, stopping me in the hallway. Her voice was brisk and calm. “Are you free at the moment?" “Yes ma. I am." She sighed, glancing at her watch, then back at me. "Good. We have a laparotomy scheduled in an hour and O.R three needs their anaesthesia restocked.” She handed me a small, metallic key. "Take this key, go to the cart room and grab some anesthesia. You know

CONRAD She looked at me, her eyes wide, before relaxing her expression. Her dark hair brushed her shoulders as she turned. “My father will be arriving this evening," I stared, my gaze steady on hers. “He wants to speak with you urgently. Be prepared by then." I watched, trying to see her expression, but her face remained composed. She nodded. "Okay,” she said, her voice low. I turned from her, retreating upstairs to my quiet study. When I entered and shut the door, I settled into my large leather armchair, exhaustion wearing in. Aiden had come to pick up the investment documents I had finalised with his father. When he left my study, I had followed behind him and seen the way he addressed Amelia. The chill in his voice when he spoke to her and his suspicious chuckle echoed in my head. He didn't like her one bit. Was that how she had always been treated by him? His tone when he had said he wouldn't be understanding of the situation next time was chilling. He meant every word.