All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nathan stood in the hospital room facing Caleb, the silence between them thick and suffocating after Caleb’s final words.“This is the last courtesy I’m giving you.”For several seconds, Nathan did not respond. He only stared at Caleb, his gaze steady but burning with something far deeper than anger. His jaw tightened slightly, the muscles around it twitching as he struggled to hold back the emotions rising inside him.The room was quiet enough that the faint humming of the hospital machines could be heard clearly. Caleb remained standing in front of him, calm and unshaken, his eyes fixed firmly on Nathan as if daring him to say something, to argue, or even to threaten him again.But Nathan did none of those things.He simply stood there, absorbing the words.Those words hit him harder than any insult ever could.“You're not worthy of her love.”Nathan slowly inhaled, then exhaled quietly through his nose. The anger inside him burned fiercely, but he refused to give Caleb the satisf

The doctor stood in front of Megan for several long seconds, his expression heavy, his shoulders slightly drooped as though the words he needed to say were too heavy for him to carry.Megan watched his face anxiously. Her heart began to pound faster with every passing second of silence. Something about the way he looked at her made a terrible fear creep into her chest.Then he finally spoke.Very gently, as though afraid his words might shatter her completely.“Mrs. Dean…” he began quietly, taking a small step closer to her. “I’m deeply sorry.”Megan blinked, confusion flashing across her tear-filled eyes.“Sorry?” she repeated faintly, her voice trembling.The doctor swallowed before continuing.“We did everything we possibly could to save your husband,” he said slowly, choosing each word carefully. “But when he was brought into the hospital, his condition had already deteriorated badly. His body had suffered severe trauma and internal bleeding.”Megan shook her head slowly as though

Charlotte sat quietly in the passenger seat as Caleb’s car rolled slowly through the tall iron gates of the Dean mansion. The mansion gradually came into full view as they drove down the long gravel driveway.Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat.The Dean estate had always been the pride of the family—a grand display of wealth, influence, and power. Now the estate looked forgotten.The hedges along the driveway had grown uneven and wild. Fallen leaves were scattered across the walkway as if no one had bothered to sweep them for days. The marble fountain in the center of the courtyard stood dry and silent, its once sparkling water replaced by dust and small debris gathered at the bottom. Charlotte slowly stepped out of the car when Caleb parked near the entrance.For a moment, she simply stood there, staring at the house she had once called home.“It doesn’t look like anyone lives here anymore,” Caleb said quietly.Charlotte did not respond immediately. Her eyes moved slowly acr

Charlotte sat silently in Caleb’s car as they drove away from the Dean mansion. The large iron gates slowly closed behind them, cutting off the view of the house that had once defined her entire life. She didn't look back. Her eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, though she wasn’t truly seeing anything.The envelope containing the DNA report rested in her lap. Her fingers still held it tightly, as though letting go of it might somehow make the truth disappear.Caleb kept his focus on the road, but his thoughts were elsewhere.The hospital name printed on that report had stayed in his mind since the moment he saw it. Something about it felt wrong. It wasn’t just the idea of a baby swap. Hospitals made mistakes sometimes, but the way Megan had described the situation suggested something deeper.Charlotte shifted slightly in her seat.“So,” she said quietly, breaking the long silence, “if what my mother said is true… that means somewhere out there is another family who raised the chil

Nathan Mills sat alone in his office long after Marcel left. The words Marcel had spoken still echoed inside his head, refusing to settle into anything reasonable.'Charlotte’s birth records list your father’s name.'At first Nathan had thought he misheard him. But when he looked down at the file again, the documents were still there in front of him, arranged neatly across the polished desk.He slowly opened the folder again.Inside were several photocopied hospital records Marcel’s men had retrieved from the investigator’s office before the crash. Most of the papers were administrative reports about the maternity ward from twenty-five years ago. Others contained partial birth logs and sealed patient records.Nathan flipped through them carefully.Then he found the page Marcel had been referring to.A birth record.The document had been partially redacted, but one section remained clear enough to read. His eyes focused on the name listed in the paternal identification column.His fath