All Chapters of Mummy, Please Save Me : Divorced with his heir: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

072The heavy iron gates of the Villanueva estate groaned shut behind the black convoy as Andrea stepped out of the car.Night had already settled over the city like a thick, suffocating veil. The air carried the scent of distant rain and burned fuel from the lower districts, a reminder that beyond the marble walls of his home, the world never truly slept. Security lights washed the driveway in cold white brilliance, making everything feel more controlled than life was supposed to be.Andrea adjusted the cuffs of his shirt as he walked. His tie hung loosely around his neck, already loosened the moment he had left the car. He never liked ties. They felt like reminders—of expectations, of chains, of everything he was supposed to become but never fully agreed to be.The front doors opened automatically before he even reached them.Inside, the mansion swallowed him in silence.The floors were polished marble imported from Italy, the chandeliers dripping with crystal that scattered light

075The hospital doors slid open with a sharp sound as Andrea pushed his way inside.The smell of antiseptic hit him immediately.Nurses walked past in a hurry, doctors spoke in low urgent voices, and somewhere in the distance, a woman was crying.Andrea didn’t slow down.His chest was rising and falling too fast, his eyes moving from one face to another like he was searching for something… or someone.“My parents!” he said, his voice shaking as he rushed to the reception desk. “They were on Flight AX-217… the plane that crashed… please, I need to see them!”The nurse at the desk looked up, startled by his urgency.“Sir, please calm down—”“How can I calm down?” Andrea snapped, his voice breaking. “That plane… my parents were on that plane! Just tell me where they are!”People in the waiting area turned to look at him.The nurse stood up quickly, trying to keep her voice steady.“Sir, I understand, but you have to lower your voice. We are still trying to identify the victims.”Andrea

077“I can’t feel my legs… Andrea, I can’t feel my legs!”His father’s voice filled the hospital room, it was loud, broken, and shaking like a man who had just been pushed into darkness.Andrea stood beside the bed, his hands hanging helplessly by his sides.The man on the bed—once strong, once full of life— now looked small. His hospital gown was loose on his body, his face pale, his eyes red from crying.“I can’t feel anything!” his father cried again, trying to move his legs under the white sheet, yet nothing happened.He hit the bed with his fist.“Why are they not moving?!” he shouted.Andrea quickly stepped forward.“Dad… please calm down—”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” his father snapped, his voice breaking in the middle. “Your mother is gone, Andrea! She is gone!”His father’s chest rose and fell heavily as tears rolled down his cheeks.“I watched everything burn…” he said weakly, his voice dropping now, turning into something softer… something painful. “I called her name… I

079The gate of the mansion opened slowly as Andrea’s car drove in.The tires rolled over the smooth stones, the sound was low and steady, but inside the car, nothing felt steady.Andrea’s hands were tight on the steering wheel. His face looked hard, but his eyes were tired. The engine went off, and for a moment, he didn’t move.He just sat there, staring ahead like he had forgotten where he was.Then he let out a long breath and opened the door.The evening air touched his face, but it did nothing to ease the weight inside him.One of the security men hurried forward.“Good evening, sir—” he greeted but Andrea walked past him without a response.Another staff member stepped closer.“Sir, should I—”Andrea kept walking.No eye contact.No words.Just silence.They all exchanged looks.Something was wrong.Very wrong.Andrea pushed the front door open and stepped into the living room.The house was quiet.The kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts louder.He walked in slo

081 It had been one week.One long, heavy, unbearable week.A week since the funeral.A week since Andrea stood beside his father and watched his mother lowered into the ground.A week since everything changed.The mansion, once full of quiet comfort, now felt empty and cold.Like something important had been taken from it.Andrea hadn’t slept properly since that day.Not even once.Every night, he lay on his bed, eyes open, staring into the darkness while memories played in his head like a punishment he couldn’t escape.The fire.The crash.His mother’s smile.His father’s broken voice.“I couldn’t save her…”Andrea swallowed hard as he stood at the entrance of the living room.His eyes rested on his father.The old man sat in his wheelchair.Still and silent.His gaze fixed on nothing.Not the television.Not the walls.Not even the people around him.Just… nothing.It was like he was there physically…But gone everywhere else.Andrea stepped closer slowly.“Dad…” he called softly,