All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unexpected Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Althea's POV Katulad ng mga nakaraang araw... Abala na naman ako sa trabaho. Halos hindi ko namalayang mag-aalas-dose na pala ng tanghali. Katatapos ko lamang ayusin ang isang executive suite nang biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko. Napakunot-noo ako nang makita ang pangalan ni Aling Nena sa screen. Bihira siyang tumawag habang nasa trabaho ako. Maliban na lang kung may mahalagang dahilan. Agad kong sinagot ang tawag. "Hello, Nay?" Narinig ko ang bahagya niyang nag-aalalang boses. "Thea..." Bigla akong kinabahan. "Bakit po?" "Si Kiel..." "Mukhang nilalagnat." Parang may kumabog sa dibdib ko. "Mataas po ba?" "Hindi pa naman." "Pero mainit ang noo niya." "Masakit daw ang ulo niya." Napapikit ako sandali. "Ano po ang sabi ng teacher?" "Pinauwi na sila." "Nasa bahay na kami ngayon." Huminga ako nang malalim. "Sige po." "Pakipainom muna siya ng gamot," "Susubukan kong makauwi agad." "Sige huwag kang mag-alala." "Aalagaan ko si Kiel." "Salamat po, Nay." Pagkaba

Zevran's POVThe hallway fell into complete silence.I watched as Althea struggled to process everything the doctor had just told her.Her eyes were already swollen from crying.Yet more tears continued to stream down her face.She clasped both of her hands together."Doc..""Please...""Please... I'm begging you. Do everything you can. Please save my son."The doctor gave her a reassuring nod."We're doing everything we can, Mrs. Villanueva.""But we need to move quickly."He glanced at the medical chart in his hands before looking back at her."Because of the severity of his condition, your son urgently needs a blood transfusion."Althea nodded frantically."Take my blood.""You can take all of it if you have to.""I'll do anything."The desperation in her voice was heartbreaking.The doctor sighed gently."I appreciate your willingness, Mrs. Villanueva.""But it isn't that simple.""We can't transfuse blood without confirming compatibility.""We'll need to determine your blood type

For the first time in years... I didn't know what to do next. Usually, every decision in my life had a clear purpose. Every meeting had an objective. Every action had a reason. I built my career by relying on logic. Facts. Evidence. Certainty. But standing outside the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit that night... There was one thing I couldn't explain. Why did leaving feel so difficult? I had already done what I came here to do. I donated blood. I helped an employee's son. I should have been satisfied. I should have walked away. But my feet refused to move. Because somewhere behind that door... Was a little boy who had held onto life with everything he had. A little boy whose eyes I had barely seen. A little boy who might... Possibly... Be connected to me. I closed my eyes briefly. "No." I whispered. "Not yet." I couldn't allow myself to believe something without proof. Hope could be dangerous. Especially when it involved something I had already lost once.

I used to believe that every important relationship in life began with a reason. Business partnerships had contracts. Friendships were built through years of trust. Connections were created through mutual benefit. Everything had an explanation. Everything had a beginning that made sense. But with Althea and her children... I couldn't find one. There was no business agreement. No obligation. No reason for me to keep returning. Yet every morning... I found myself thinking about them. About whether Kiel was feeling better. About whether Kian was eating properly. About whether Althea had rested at all. And that bothered me. Because I wasn't someone who allowed distractions. Especially personal ones. But somehow... A family I barely knew had become the first thing I thought about when I woke up Three days after Kiel's hospitalization... I returned to the hospital. This time... I wasn't carrying documents. I wasn't meeting investors. I wasn't there as the CEO of Al

He didn't answer right away. He simply stared at me as if he had something to say but didn't know how to begin. Our small living room fell silent. The only sounds were the soft hum of the electric fan and the twins' gentle breathing from their room. A few seconds passed before he finally stepped closer and gently reached for my hand. He held it for a moment, as if gathering the courage to speak. I slightly gasped when I felt the warmth of his palm against mine. I glanced down at our intertwined hands before slowly lifting my gaze to his eyes. And there, our eyes met. I couldn't tell what he was trying to convey, but I could clearly see the hesitation in his eyes. For a moment, neither of us said a word. And most of all… There was an emotion in his eyes that seemed to have been buried deep within him for a long time something he had been desperately trying to suppress. “Althea…” He called my name softly, almost in a whisper. I swallowed hard. “Sir…?” He didn't answer r