Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Samantha The next morning, Zephyr invited Dahlia over to Silverclaw Manor to evaluate Veronica’s condition.When Dahlia arrived, she stepped through the front doors carrying the same calm warmth I had always associated with her. She greeted everyone politely, her expression gentle and relaxed despite the tension hanging heavily over the house.“Good morning, Mr. Lloyd,” she said kindly before turning toward the others. “Good morning, everyone.”Eleanor approached her almost immediately.Even though she tried to stay composed, exhaustion was written all over her face.The sleepless nights.The crying.The constant fear over Veronica’s condition.All of it had clearly worn her down.“Miss Moore,” Eleanor said softly as she reached out to shake Dahlia’s hand, “Samantha has told me so much about you.”A tired smile touched her lips.“She said you helped her through some very difficult moments, so...” Her voice faltered slightly. “I’m hoping you might be able to help my daughter too.”Dah

Samantha I had been sitting in the living room for what felt like forever. My phone rested loosely in one hand while I absentmindedly kept turning the television remote over and over in the other, even though the TV had been off for hours. At some point, I stopped noticing I was even doing it. The manor had gone quiet. Everyone had already retreated to their rooms for the night. Eleanor and Monica decided to stay with Veronica again, unwilling to leave her alone after everything that happened. Even now, I could still picture Eleanor sitting beside the bed with exhausted eyes, refusing to sleep properly. Zephyr had been locked away in his office since earlier. Probably trying to distract himself the same way I was. I sighed softly and leaned deeper into the couch cushions. I had planned to call my parents hours ago. Several times, I opened my mother’s contact and almost pressed the button. But every single time, my finger froze at the last second. How was I supposed to say

Samantha I stayed on the phone with my parents for more than an hour that night. At some point, Zephyr quietly kissed the top of my head and returned to his office to finish working, leaving me curled up alone on the couch with my phone pressed against my ear. And honestly? Talking to them felt better than I expected. For days, I had been trying so hard to keep everything trapped inside myself. Pretending I was handling things better than I really was. Pretending the grief hurt less than it actually did. But hearing my parents’ voices, hearing them cry for me and comfort me, loosened something inside my chest. The pain was still there. It had not disappeared. I still missed my baby so much it physically hurt sometimes. But after finally saying everything out loud, breathing became a little easier. Just a little. “Mom...” I whispered softly while curling deeper beneath the couch blanket. “I still want to have a baby with Zephyr someday.” I paused briefly before adding mor

Samantha “Good morning, Samantha.” The moment I opened the front door and saw Isolde standing there in her usual black clothes, my eyes widened in shock. For half a second, I just stood there staring at her. Then she smiled. The same calm, comforting smile I had always known. The kind that somehow made everything feel safer. “Isolde!” Before I could stop myself, I practically threw myself into her arms. “You’re back!” I hugged her tightly, almost desperately. Zephyr already explained that the silver bullet missed her vital organs. He told me there was no reason to panic and that her healing ability repaired most of the damage quickly. But I saw her get shot. I still remembered the sound. The blood. The fear. No explanation could erase those memories from my mind. So seeing her standing here now, alive and smiling like nothing happened, finally released some of the fear I had been carrying around for days. “Are you really okay?” I asked immediately

Samantha It had only been a few days since my parents moved into Silverclaw Manor, yet somehow, they already acted like they had lived there for years. Mom had completely made herself at home. This morning alone, she and Mona were already outside in the backyard playing golf together while laughing loudly enough for me to hear them all the way from the terrace. Meanwhile, Dad disappeared earlier with Darren because the two of them apparently decided to visit some private wine collector nearby. Resting my chin against my palm, I smiled faintly as I looked out toward the backyard. Mom and Mona strolled side by side across the grass, chatting animatedly like old friends who had known each other forever. “They’re getting along surprisingly well,” I murmured. Beside me, Zephyr took a slow sip of his black coffee before glancing toward the backyard too. “Not surprising,” he said calmly. “They’re both the type who can become friends with anyone in five minutes.” A soft laugh escap