All Chapters of A Woman Worth Billions, Dated the Wrong Brother: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Jason POVAmber fell asleep not long after she woke up, and for the first few minutes, I couldn't bring myself to move away from her bedside. I kept watching her chest rise and fall beneath the blankets, listening to the steady rhythm of the monitors while Emory checked her one more time. When he finally stepped back, he gave me a reassuring look. "She's okay," he said quietly. "She's just exhausted. Her body has been through an incredible amount of stress, and waking up after everything she's been through has taken what little energy she had left." I nodded, but I still couldn't stop looking at her. After everything that had happened, hearing the words she's okay felt almost impossible to believe.The doctors decided that she was strong enough to breathe without the ventilator. They carefully removed the tube from her throat while I stood beside the bed, watching every movement. Amber barely stirred, too exhausted even to fully wake, and once the tube was gone, the medical team monit

Amber POVThe next two days passed quietly, at least by the standards our family had become accustomed to. I spent most of my time resting, but I was finally able to stay awake for longer periods, and the nurses no longer watched every movement I made with the same urgency as before. Lucas and Ethan remained close by, and having them in the room made everything feel a little more normal. For once, there wasn't an emergency unfolding every few minutes, although Adrian's condition remained a constant concern because he was still unconscious.Emory had spent most of those two days trying to determine exactly what had been done to him. When he finally came to my room with the latest results, I immediately knew there was something important in the folder he was carrying. He sat beside my bed and explained that Adrian hadn't been given the same dose of aconite that I had. In fact, his dose had been considerably higher, enough to cause severe toxicity, and the fact that he had survived long

Amber POVThe first time I visited Adrian, I wasn't prepared for what I would see.I had known he was in critical condition, and Emory had explained that the aconite in his system had caused severe toxicity, but hearing the details and seeing the reality of it were two very different things. Adrian lay in the middle of the hospital bed, surrounded by equipment that monitored almost every function of his body. Tubes, wires, monitors, and machines filled the space around him, each one serving a purpose I could barely understand. The steady beeping of the monitors was the only indication that his body was still fighting. For a moment, I simply stood at the doorway, struggling to reconcile the man I knew with the fragile figure lying in front of me.It was difficult to imagine that he was still alive.I slowly approached the bed and pulled a chair beside him. His face looked pale, and he hadn't moved since they brought him back from the warehouse. I wanted to reach for his hand, but I hes

Amber POVThe president of Sum didn't take long to make his next move.Barely a day after Mr. Stait's warning, he appeared before the cameras in a carefully arranged press conference, looking every bit the respectable leader who had spent his career protecting his country. The backdrop displayed the national flag of Sum, while reporters filled the room, eager to hear his response to the recent developments involving the Vincent family and the trafficking organization that had finally begun to unravel.Jason and I watched the broadcast together while preparing for our daily physical therapy session. We were seated in the rehabilitation room, waiting for our therapist to finish adjusting the equipment, when the president appeared on the screen. I immediately stopped what I was doing."Well," Jason remarked, noticing my expression, "our favorite politician has decided to make an appearance.""How thoughtful of him."On the screen, the president stepped toward the podium and offered the c

Amber POVBy the time Pamela finally left the room, I had decided that whatever role she had played in interrupting the Sum president's broadcast could wait. I had enough enemies, enough unanswered questions, and enough reasons to distrust powerful people without adding another mystery to the list simply because Pamela had smiled at me in that infuriating way of hers. If she wanted to keep her secrets, she could keep them for now. I had more important things to worry about, starting with the people I loved and making sure every single one of them remained alive.For once, I wanted to spend my energy protecting my family rather than trying to anticipate who would come after us next.Two weeks passed.It took almost that long before I could wake up in the morning, take a deep breath, and confidently say that it no longer hurt to breathe. My recovery was slow, frustrating, and occasionally humiliating, especially when Jason caught me attempting something my therapist had explicitly forbi