บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Burned, The Queen Who Return : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Morning sunlight spilled across the wide lawn of Evelyn’s estate, soft and warm in a way that almost made the world feel normal. Almost. Security vehicles lined the quiet road outside the tall iron gates. Some belonged to Evelyn’s own protection team. Others, recently added, were part of Victor’s “precautionary support.” She had accepted them without question. For now. Inside the estate, the main sitting room had been prepared carefully for a single purpose. A supervised visit. Evelyn stood near the large window, arms folded lightly, watching the long driveway beyond the gates. Her posture remained composed, but tension moved through her shoulders in small, controlled waves. Across the room, a legal mediator arranged documents neatly on a low table. A nurse sat nearby, reviewing Silas’s latest medical readings. Everything had been arranged formally. Carefully. Safely. But none of that changed the fact that this would be the first time Damian Blackwood would sit

Late afternoon sunlight poured softly through the tall windows of Evelyn’s estate, casting warm golden lines across the quiet living room. Silas sat cross-legged on the floor near the coffee table, a small stack of colored pencils scattered around him. Sheets of paper were spread across the carpet like tiny islands. He worked slowly, carefully outlining the shape of a building with a black pencil. Evelyn stood a few feet away, reviewing emails on her tablet. The house had finally grown calm again after days of visitors, security checks, and doctors’ updates. For the first time in weeks, nothing urgent demanded her attention. The quiet should have been comforting. Instead, it felt fragile. Silas hummed softly to himself as he colored. Then he stopped. “Mom?” Evelyn glanced up. “Yes, sweetheart?” Silas didn’t look at her immediately. He kept staring at the drawing in front of him, as if the answer might already be hidden somewhere inside the picture. “The man who came to vi

The old hospital archive building stood at the edge of the city like a forgotten memory. Most of the lights inside had been replaced by newer systems, but the structure still carried the quiet weight of its history. The original records storage wing remained partially operational, mainly for legal documentation tied to the hospital before its reconstruction. That was why Damian suggested the location. If Edward Blackwood’s authority had been used during the fire, then the earliest system installation records would still exist somewhere in the physical archives. Evelyn arrived just before dusk. The parking lot was nearly empty. A cool wind moved across the cracked asphalt as she stepped out of the car. Damian was already waiting near the entrance. Neither greeted the other immediately. Five years had taught them both caution. “You came,” Damian said after a moment. “You said the original infrastructure contracts were here.” “They are.” He pushed open the glass door and step

The research floor of Blackwood Tower was almost empty. Most employees had left hours ago, but the lights in the investigative department still burned late into the night. Stacks of recovered documents lay spread across a large conference table, each one carefully tagged with evidence markers. Damian stood at the far end of the room, staring at a screen filled with newly decrypted financial records. Grant entered quietly, carrying another folder. “We recovered more files from the warehouse drive,” he said. Damian didn’t look away from the monitor. “What kind?” “Medical procurement contracts.” Grant placed the folder on the table and opened it. “These aren’t standard hospital supply orders.” Damian finally turned. “What do you mean?” Grant slid one document forward. “Look at the department authorization.” Damian read the heading. Blackwood Memorial – Clinical Research Division He frowned. “That division didn’t exist officially.” “Exactly.” Grant flipped the page. Th

The city had finally gone quiet. Most of the lights in Blackwood Tower were off, leaving only a few dim floors glowing against the night skyline. Damian’s office was one of them. He sat behind his desk, staring at a blank sheet of paper. For several minutes, he didn’t move. His phone rested nearby, the screen filled with missed calls from the legal team, messages from investors, and news alerts still dissecting the footage that had spread across every major media outlet earlier that morning. He ignored all of it. The pen in his hand hovered above the paper. For the first time in years, Damian didn’t feel like a CEO or the head of an empire. He felt like a man who had run out of explanations. Slowly, he began to write. Evelyn, The word looked strange on the page. Not because it was unfamiliar, but because it had been years since he had written it without signing a legal document or contract beside it. He paused again. Outside the window, traffic moved quietl