Todos los capítulos de His Quiet Undoing: TO LOVE THY BROTHER : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

3RD POV~The next morning, the doctor came in not long after breakfast had been brought to Aurelia’s room. By then, she had already been awake for a while, sitting up in bed and trying to make sense of the things around her. The room still felt unfamiliar, even though she had spent the night there. Every now and then, she found herself touching the blanket or looking toward the window as though trying to connect with something that should have felt known to her but didn’t.Seth was seated nearby, going through some documents the nurse had brought earlier. He looked up the moment the doctor entered.“Good morning,” the doctor said, walking in with a file in hand. His attention moved between both of them before settling on Aurelia. “How are you feeling today?”Aurelia looked at him and answered honestly. “uhmm a little tired… but better than yesterday.”“That’s good,” the doctor replied. “You’ve been through a lot physically, even if most of the injury was internal. The good news is tha

3RD POINT OF VIEW♡“So… one of the police officers began, Mr. Seth Ashford, as you know we brought you here for further investigation.”Seth sat across from them, his posture firm, his expression already showing irritation. “Yeah, further investigation on what? You can’t believe whatever that man told you,” he said sharply, referring to Zane without bothering to hide it.The officer didn't bother reacting to his tone, He opened the file on the table instead, flipping through a few pages before placing it flat in front of him. “We’re not here to act on assumptions, Mr. Ashford. We’re here because new information has been presented regarding an incident that was previously ruled as an accident.”Seth’s gaze dropped briefly to the file before returning to the officer. “Then maybe you should also know that the person giving you that ‘new information’ has his own motives.”“That may be the case,” the officer replied flatly, “but that doesn’t invalidate the need to verify what he has provid

3RD POINT OF VIEWThat night did not settle easily in the Ashford mansion. Even though everything looked calm on the surface, there was a quiet tension running through the house that no one openly addressed, the staff kept their distance, conversations were kept on the low, and every movement felt deliberate, as if no one wanted to disrupt what was already fragile…Aurelia remained in her room, sitting by the edge of the bed for a long time after Seth had left earlier. The questions running through her mind had not reduced. If anything, they had grown even more complicated. The answers she received from everyone felt carefully planned, well..not exactly false, but not complete either.She tried to focus on the little things she had been told, the names and relationships they claimed she had, But none of it connected in a way that felt natural to her. It was like being handed pieces of a story without knowing how they were meant to fit together.Her attention drifted to the small table

3RD Poinr of view“You’re starting already?” Mom asked as she walked into the sitting room the next afternoon, her tone carrying a light curiosity as she noticed the stack of documents spread across the table.Grandfather Ashford didn’t look up immediately. “We don’t have the luxury of waiting,” he replied, adjusting one of the files before finally lifting his gaze. “The longer we delay, the more room there is for interference.”Dad stood nearby as he glanced through a separate document. “He means Zane,” he added plainly.Seth, who had also just walked in, didn’t need further explanation about what was going on, he stepped further into the room. “He won’t stop,” he said, his tone firm. “Not after what has happened.”Grandfather nodded calmly “Exactly why we move forward now.”Mom moved closer to the table, scanning what had already been prepared. “You’ve already contacted the planner?”“Yes,” Grandfather answered. “Everything will remain private there will no media involvement, no unn

3RD pov“You’re taking too long dear,” Mom said from outside the fitting area, her voice carrying just enough impatience to remind Aurelia that this wasn’t meant to drag on.Aurelia adjusted the dress one more time before stepping out, the fabric fell perfectly on her frame, the design elegant without being loud. She stood there for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror again, trying to decide if this was something she liked or something she was simply being forced to like.Mom’s expression lit up almost immediately. “Now that,” she said, walking even closer, “is exactly the kind of look we need.”Aurelia glanced at her reflection again. “It fits well,” she admitted, though her tone still carried uncertainty.“It does more than fit well,” Mom replied, adjusting the shoulder slightly. “It suits you.”Aurelia didn’t argue, but she didn’t fully agree either. There was still that disconnect, that feeling of observing rather than recognizing.“Try turning,” Mom added.Aurelia did as s