บททั้งหมดของ His Dad Calls Me Baby: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Alexander Knight ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.He turned. His steps steady, powerful, as he walked back to the observation room.When the door opened, I was trying to move my left arm. The dull pain in my shoulder blade made my brows knit tightly.Alexander walked to the bed. His tall frame blocked the harsh overhead light, wrapping me in a shadow—oppressive, yet strangely reassuring.He did not sit. He looked down at me, his dark eyes calm and unreadable."Jasper Cole has found everything," he said, voice clipped and direct.My eyelashes fluttered once. I waited."It was your sister, Chloe White. She paid the man to destroy the painting.""But the payment was transferred from Winnie Carter's account."I raised an eyebrow, realization settling in.For once, Chloe White had actually used her brain—shift the blame, drag Winnie down, and let them tear into each other without me lifting a finger.

The opening ceremony kicked off sharp on time.The host took the stage, calm and polished, delivering a tight welcome speech that laid out the Knight Art Foundation's vision for the Cocoon-Breaking Exhibition.The event moved fast.Artist after artist stepped up to their pieces, diving into the stories behind the work with sharp, insightful commentary.Spotlights shifted. Cheers rose and fell in waves.In another corner of the exhibition hall, Alexander Knight stood surrounded by heavy hitters from the city's top elite circles.He leaned against a marble pillar, posture loose but rigid—every line of his body screamed control. Nodding every now and then. No grand gestures, no loud words—but every man in the circle angled toward him, instinct bowing to his quiet dominance."Alexander, this year's Cocoon-Breaking Exhibition feels different. Fresh," an elder with silver temples and a steady aura said, smiling as his gaze flicked toward the

Winnie Carter forced a polite, apologetic smile and dipped into a small, deferential bow."Miss Hayes, Mr. Knight Sr., I'm so sorry. I didn't notice who was behind me."Her voice was soft, gentle. Her posture humble, overly deferential.Winnie's gaze flicked to Gerald Knight, supported carefully by Clara Hayes. She nodded slightly, demeanor perfectly respectful."Are you accompanying Mr. Knight Sr. to the exhibition, Miss Hayes?"Clara Hayes rolled her eyes. She was too annoyed to bother with Winnie's empty pleasantries. All she wanted was to help her grandfather maneuver past the crowd.But Winnie spoke again. Her voice light, casual, floating through the air."The Cocoon-Breaking Exhibition is really something today. Knight Group really pulled out all the stops."Her tone shifted effortlessly. Casual small talk, nothing more."Speaking of which, that Ms. White from SoftVoice (Jewelry Brand) is truly remarkable.""Young as she is, s

Winston Carter's brows knotted tight. Marcus White's face darkened—anger simmering just below the surface."What does this mean?" Marcus pressed, his voice low. "We're leaving the exhibition as guests. Why are we being stopped?""Mr. White, Mr. Carter—please stay calm." The security guard stepped aside, his arm rigid as he gestured toward a side corridor. "Mr. Knight is in the lounge. He wants all of you there.""For a 'chat'."Winnie Carter's heart skipped a beat. A cold wave of dread coiled around her ribs. This wasn't a friendly invite. This was a trap.Chloe White's face blanched—ghostly, translucent. She tried to step back, her heels scraping the floor, shrill and panicky. But security had closed in behind her, blocking every exit. She had no choice, one step at a time, legs shaking violently.The lounge air felt thick, pressing down on everyone. Every heartbeat echoed, every breath seemed stolen.Alexander Knight slouched in

A cold scoff cut through the silence, emanating from the shadowed head seat."Enough."Alexander Knight's voice was low, hanging heavy in the room like a suffocating weight, leaving everyone gasping for air."Chloe White, Marcus Hale. The law will come down hard on you."He paused, his gaze slicing coldly across Winston and Sophia Carter so sharply it could pierce their pretense."What a fine daughter the Carters raised. You've put on quite a performance.""Interesting.""Mr. Knight..."Alexander ignored him, his tone steady yet icy."Winnie Carter.""You leech off others' stupidity and jealousy to survive, and you even use others to do your dirty work.""You're smart. You know how to use people as weapons. You know how to keep your fangs hidden.""Stir up trouble, then sit back and reap the rewards.""The law might not convict you for those veiled hints, but public opinion will.""When I crush a bug that preys on