Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

AMELIA I stood at the top of the grand staircase, my hand resting on the polished railing. Noah was standing beside me in his little blue party outfit. It was a cuffed jeans, a striped button-up shirt and leather shoes Conrad had bought for him. He loved it. The living room was now covered with balloons of different colours, an Iron Man huge action figure that stood at the bottom of the stairs, and shrieks of little children. Conrad had invited everyone—including Noah's classmates from daycare. They were all here. I took a breath and stepped forward, descending the stairs slowly. My white lace dress that Conrad had bought for me brushed against the stairs with each step. It was too perfect. Noah tugged on my hand. “Mama, look! Ivy's here! And Leo! He pointed to the corner where two children were playing with balloons. We reached the bottom and I let him go, watching as he sprinted towards them, shoes slapping against the polished floor. I scanned the room, my eyes darting towar

CONRAD Colton smiled. “I don't remember the incident anymore, Mr Conrad. It happened years ago." I looked at his face, examining his expression. He clearly was still affected by the incident. It was evident on his face. He smiled, but his face remained tight. I wanted to ask if it was reported or if they had an idea who the person was, but I couldn't. He wanted to forget it, and I didn't want to open old wounds by asking again. "Have a safe trip, Colton.” He nodded, leaving the room. *************************************** I descended the stairs slowly, my shoes silent against the glass stairs. Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I stopped, my eyes flickering to the living room. They were there. Amelia and Noah. My breath caught as I watched them. Amelia's hair was packed up in a bun, exposing her Smith neck. She was wearing a simple sundress that made her look younger and more carefree. She was leaning back on the sofa, laughing at something Noah was saying. The

CONRAD The house was too quiet. It wasn't the normal kind of silence. It was oppressive and deep. I stepped out of my study, heaving. My mind replayed every word, every scene. The raw pain on Amelia's face when she heard the truth. She was betrayed, confused. It haunted me more than I could bear. Mostly because I didn't know how I would tell Colton when he returned. I walked down the hall towards Amelia's room, my steps muted by the socks I wore. The day slowly blurred into night, without me realising. I knocked on her door twice. Soft and hesitant. No response. I waited, then knocked again. Still nothing. It was quiet inside. After a moment, I turned the knob slowly and stepped inside the room, shutting the door as gently as I could. Amelia was there, curled up in bed. She was still dressed in the same blue dress she had worn that morning. No blanket covered her. She just cowered on the bed, her hair tangled near her temples. Noah was beside her. The child lay beside he

AMELIA I entered the living room, my ballet flats silent against the polished marble floor. Conrad was seated in the living room, resting his head back on the sofa, his eyes shut. He was physically exhausted. His loose tie hung on his neck , his suit jacket on the sofa beside him. He hadn't changed from his work clothes. It was six in the evening. I stayed at a cafe until it was getting dark. I didn't want to go home yet, when no one was around. Not Conrad, not Colton. Noah was already asleep on my shoulder, his warm breath smearing on my neck. His energy was drained from much eating and jumping around. I walked closer to Conrad, staring at his calm features. His heavy breathing portrayed his stress. “Conrad," I called, my voice soft. He opened his eyes sharply, and looked up at me. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes. "You're back.” His eyes flickered to Noah on my shoulder, then he glanced at his watch. “It is late. Go and drop the child, then come down for dinner."

AMELIA {TWO WEEKS LATER} I sat on the sofa in the living room, reading a book. Conrad sat beside me, watching Noah play on his laps, giggling. It was a weekend, so everyone was home. The house was not silent—not like those times emotions were hidden and we were distant from each other. Now, laughter echoed off the walls in the house. They were mainly Noah's laughter. He enjoyed playing with Conrad. Conrad gazed at me, his eyes curious. “You raised him all on your own? No help from anyone?" He asked, guilt kicking in. I nodded. “Xander helped sometimes. But yes. I raised him." Xander was always there to take Noah to the park whenever he felt I was tired and needed rest. He couldn't feed Noah as a baby, but he helped me whenever I needed to buy something or take Noah for a walk. That was only when he was around. He was always outside the country for emergency business work. Like seventy percent of the time. “I'm sorry for not being there for both of you or finding you sooner