All Chapters of Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Scarlett's POV I woke up to the smell of coffee and the low scrape of a spatula against a pan. I went downstairs into the kitchen and Aiden was already at the table in yesterday’s socks, and was already talking about when Nicholas would be coming. “He’s landing this afternoon," He looked at Valeria. "That means he’ll be here before dinner, right? Or maybe right after. I can't wait to show him the echo video as soon as he walls in." "He's going to be tired," Valeria said without looking up from her textbook. "I'm pretty sure he would not want to watch medical videos the second he lands." “He said he’d watch every second.” Aiden pointed his fork at her. “He promised.” "That was when he was in Germany," Valeria's voice was flat. "Not when he was on flight and probably very tired." I ignored them, my eyes moved to stove and Spencer was by the stove, his back to us, pouring , pouring batter onto the hot pan in neat circles, then when they were ready he just flipped the one that wa

Scarlett's POV I picked up my phone and called Ashfield on the secure line. She answered on the first ring."You should open the files now," She said.I reached for the tablet on the side table, unlocked it and pulled up the new folder. . Nicholas moved from the chair to the dining table, while Spencer came out of the kitchen and stood on the other side, arms folded, watching the screen over my shoulder as the documents loaded."His name is Daniel Jackson," Ashfield’s voice stayed flat. "He has no formal complaints or loud associations. On paper he looks clean."I scrolled through the first PDF file which was incorporate fillings and signature pages. There were the same neat, slightly cramped handwriting over and over again. Nicholas leaned in until his shoulder almost touched mine and he stared at one of the signature pages for a few seconds, then sat back hard in the chair."I know that name," he said quietly."From where?" Spencer asked."From board meetings," Nicholas rubbed his

Nicholas's POV I turned around. My father stood in the doorway, one hand still on the frame, the other in his pocket. “I left a folder here,” I said calmly. “Contract notes. I need them for a call in the morning. The desk said you’d already gone.”He nodded once, like that settled it, and stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t glance at the open drawers or the folders still on the desk. He just walked to the window and looked out at the city lights the way he always had.“How was Germany?” he asked."It was fine," I straightened up. "Long but productive enough.""I'm glad," My father stayed at the window, watching the city the way he always did when he was deciding how much interest to show. “Meetings went well?”“Well enough," I said calmly. "The usual back-and-forth. Nothing that couldn’t wait until I was back.”He gave short nod. I kept my hands loose at my sides and resisted the urge to glance at the open drawer behind me.“What about the children?” he asked

Scarlett's POV "Spencer," I said immediately the call ended He looked up from the kitchen counter, the low light caught the edge of the glass he’d been holding. “Nicholas’s mother kept copies," I said sharply. "Everything we need to know and she's ready to turn them over." Spencer set the glass down. “Ashfield needs to know.” I was already dialing. The screen lit up in my fingers and Ashfield answered on the first ring. I put her on speaker. "Hello," her voice came out flat. "It's Scarlett, Nicholas just called." I said quickly. "He said his mother kept copies, documents, everything we need to know and she's ready to turn them over." There was a short pause on the other end. I could hear the faint click of a keyboard. “How long has she had them?” Ashfield asked. "A long time, she took them before she left the estate." I said. "She’s been holding them.” Spencer stayed still, watching the phone like it might say something else. "We're on our way, Richard's coming in on th

Scarlett's POV The conference room smelled like burnt coffee and old printer toner.I sat at the long table with the sealed evidence box in front of Ashfield. Nicholas was two chairs down, elbows on the wood, the same exhausted focus he’d worn since last night still sitting on his face while Spencer stood near the wall, arms folded, quiet but present. Richard had a laptop open and a legal pad already half-covered in notes.Ashfield broke the evidence tape with a clean snap. She opened the box and began laying the folders out in careful order, one after another, like she was building something that couldn’t be taken apart again.“These are foundation formation documents,” she said. “Dated eleven years ago with everything we've got. Pre-accident. Daniel Jackson’s signature chain across the corporate shells and the contingency structure. Medical payment records tied to Harris’s reconstructive surgery, drawn from the same pre-loaded account. The authorization and transfer that show Calis