All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Rosemary Carlos sat stiffly in the hospital chair, her back straight but her hands clasped tightly on her lap as though she was holding herself from falling apart. Her lips moved faintly, forming silent prayers she had not uttered in years. For a woman who had always relied on control, influence, and calculation, this quiet surrender to something unseen felt foreign, almost humiliating. Yet she couldn't stop.The steady beeping of the machines filled the room, each sound reminding her that life hung by a thread.The doctor finally stepped back, removing the stethoscope from Nathan’s chest. He exhaled deeply, the weight in his expression making it clear that this was not just another routine case.“He suffered another episode of gastric bleeding,” the doctor said quietly, his tone calm but heavy with concern. “It was caused by irritation of the stomach lining, aggravated by excessive alcohol and cigarettes. His system has been under severe pressure for months.”Rosemary’s hand flew

Inspector Gerald Ford sat in a quiet corner of the coffee shop, his back straight, his presence firm despite the calm setting. Danny sat upright, his shoulders slightly tense, his fingers loosely wrapped around his cup. He had been watching Gerald closely, waiting for him to speak, knowing fully well that silence from a man like Gerald often carried more weight than words.Finally, Gerald lifted his coffee and took a slow, deliberate sip. He didn’t rush it. He never rushed anything. Then he lowered the cup carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as they settled on Danny.“Did you find anything on the late Mr. Mills’ attorney?” Gerald asked, his tone controlled but firm.Danny exhaled quietly before answering, as though he had already rehearsed the response in his mind. “Nothing yet, sir,” he said. “I’ve checked records, reached out to contacts, even dug into old case files. The man is… difficult to trace. It’s like he wiped himself clean. No clear address, no recent activity. It’s l

Nathan returned home later that evening, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin after hours of driving aimlessly through the city. But just as he approached the house, something unusual pulled him out of his thoughts before he even reached the door.The parking lot.It was full.Not just occupied, but crowded in a way he had not seen in a long time. Cars lined the driveway in neat but overwhelming rows, their polished bodies reflecting the dim compound lights like silent watchers. Some of them were familiar, belonging to board members of Mills Corp, directors, and high-profile associates. Others, however, were completely unfamiliar, their presence raising questions in his already unsettled mind.Nathan slowed his steps instinctively, his gaze sweeping across the vehicles with growing suspicion. “What’s going on here?” he muttered under his breath, his voice low, almost swallowed by the night air.His chest tightened.A party?But why had no one informed him?And if it trul

Rosemary Mills climbed down from the stage with firm, controlled steps, though her heart hammered violently inside her chest. Her face remained composed, elegant, unreadable, but inside her, anger and fear battled fiercely.Without saying another word, she headed straight toward the restroom Jennifer Drake had rushed into moments earlier.The crowd parted immediately for her.The reporters watched hungrily, sensing scandal thickening in the air. Cameras flashed endlessly around Rosemary.But she ignored everything.The penetrating gazes. The restless whispers. The aggressive reporters trying to follow behind her.Her attention remained fixed on only one person.Jennifer.At that moment, nothing else mattered to her anymore.When all a woman wants is for the person she loves to live peacefully and happily, every other thing slowly loses meaning.Nathan remained standing where Jennifer left him.His chest rose and fell heavily.Confusion clouded his face.Marcel stood beside him silent

In the living room, Rosemary sat stiffly on the couch, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. Her face was stone cold while her tone remained sharp and commanding.“Yes, I need you here now, to attend to someone,” she said firmly.On the other end, the family doctor’s voice sounded calm and professional. “What exactly am I coming to treat, Mrs. Mills? I’ll need to bring the right tools.”Rosemary’s lips tightened instantly. “I want you to check if a bitch is pregnant, and to identify the true father.”There was silence briefly on the line before the doctor cleared his throat awkwardly.“Okay, Mrs. Mills. I’ll be there shortly.”Rosemary ended the call immediately, lowering her hand slowly onto her lap. For several seconds, she simply stared blankly at the wall ahead of her, her chest rising and falling heavily with restrained anger.The atmosphere inside the mansion had become unbearably tense.Even the ticking wall clock sounded cautious, almost afraid of provoking Rosemary’s t