All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant with the Billionaire’s Baby: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Adrian walked beside Arabella through the final security checkpoint, his presence was a strong shield for her. When they reached the heavy steel door of the intensive care cell, Adrian stopped, turning to Arabella. He pressed a firm, lingering kiss to her forehead. "I'm right here. Take as long as you need."Arabella took a deep breath, nodded, and stepped inside as the guard unlocked the door.The man lying in the narrow hospital bed looked nothing like the hefty, cruel patriarch who had haunted her childhood. Richard was completely withered, his skin was thin and sickly, his breathing was shallow and rattling as it was assisted by a rhythmic oxygen monitor. The heavy iron cuffs anchoring his frail ankle to the bed frame felt almost absurd given how weak he was.As the door closed, Richard’s sunken eyes fluttered open. He looked at Arabella, and for a second, a spark of his old, intelligent self flashed in his gaze before fading into exhaustion."You came," Richard croaked, his voice

Adrian dropped fully to the floor, ignoring the sharp crack of his knees against the hardwood, and reached out. He didn't pull Raina into a forced embrace; instead, he gently took her small, cold hands into his massive palms, squeezing them softly."Look at me, Raina," Adrian commanded softly, his deep voice carrying a low, resonant gravity that instantly cut through her frantic sobbing.Raina sniffled, her tear-filled brown eyes lifting to meet his sharp gray gaze."You listen to me very carefully," Adrian said, each word deliberate, heavy with absolute certainty. "You were not a mistake. You were the most wanted child in this entire city. Before you were even born, your mommy and I fought every single day to make sure you would be ours. You weren't made in a laboratory because nobody wanted you. You were brought into this world because we wanted you—exactly you."Arabella leaned in, her voice thick with emotion as she stroked Raina’s dark curls. "Your classmate’s mother doesn't know

Three years earlier, Arabella would have slammed the door. Now, she simply looked up from her paperwork and smiled."You're late."Vanessa laughed as she stepped into the foundation office carrying two coffees. "I was trapped in a forty-minute conversation with a donor who wanted to explain cryptocurrency to me."Arabella accepted the cup gratefully. "My condolences."The Diana Ashford Foundation occupied an entire floor overlooking Manhattan now. The walls were covered with photographs of women who had rebuilt their lives through the foundation's programs. Some had started businesses, some had returned to school, while some had simply found peace. It was the achievement Arabella was proudest of. Vanessa settled into the chair across from her desk, and for several moments neither woman spoke. Arabella noticed immediately that something was wrong. Vanessa wasn't fidgeting, she wasn’t making jokes or talking. She wasn't her usual self. That alone was enough to raise alarm bells."What