Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Hidden Hacker Bride: Bab 91 - Bab 100

I stood frozen in place while my mother remained standing in front of me, as if unconsciously trying to shield me from the man standing in the living room.His face looked older than the last time I'd seen him.The thin mustache that used to be neatly trimmed was now growing in a haphazard manner. His eyes were red, not just from fatigue, but also from the smell of alcohol that hit me immediately, even from a few steps away.He smiled, but it wasn't a warm smile.Not like it used to be."Didn't I tell you?" he said casually."I'd find you eventually."I swallowed hard."How… did you know we were here?"He chuckled softly, then pointed toward the room where Noah was sleeping."Your little brother still likes to draw, huh?"My heart immediately started racing."What do you mean?"He raised an eyebrow, as if enjoying my confusion."I once gave him a drawing set when I met him at school."My hands clenched into fists.How could he have done that?Ever since Noah was born, he'd left with h

Lucian Blackwood's POVThe car hadn't even come to a complete stop when I opened the door.The lights in the main house's courtyard were brighter than usual. Several cars were parked haphazardly in front of the stairs, as if everyone had rushed over without a moment's thought.From inside the house, the sound of shouting reached me faintly even before I stepped inside.I paused briefly on the bottom step.Ethan closed the car door behind me."Sounds like it's not a minor issue," he muttered.I didn't answer.The front door was already open. One of the guards stood beside it with a tense expression, as if unsure whether he was allowed to stop anyone tonight.I walked right in.As soon as I passed through the entryway, the commotion became clear.A man's voice.The sound of something falling.And someone was shouting for them to stop, but no one actually did.I quickened my pace down the hallway, then turned into the main living room.The moment I entered, the scene inside made me freez

Lucian Blackwood's POVThe red light above the operating room door was still on.It hadn't changed since we arrived.I stood at the end of the hall with my hands in my pockets, my back pressed against the cold hospital wall, staring at the door without blinking.It's been almost an hour.Or maybe longer.I haven't really been counting.The clock on the wall ticked slowly, too slowly for a room that felt this cramped.We weren't supposed to come here in the first place.Sterling had already called the family doctor as soon as we left the main house.He arrived in less than twenty minutes, still wearing his white coat. His face went pale the moment he saw the wound on Ethan's stomach.He hadn't even touched him yet when he immediately asked for the phone.I still remember his voice as he spoke to someone on the other end.Soft. Fast. Stressed.A few seconds later he ended the call and looked at me with an expression I rarely saw on his face."Young Master… we have to go to the hospital.

Lucian furrowed his brow, but after a few seconds, he gave a faint smile—half-frustrated, half-amused."Damian was here a moment ago," he said softly, but the tone of his voice… was a bit odd, a mix of sarcasm and nonchalance."It's up to you… looks like he let you go home alone."I swallowed in surprise, staring at him.Lucian turned his gaze toward the exit."You… aren't mad at me?" I whispered, barely audible.He looked at me with his piercing eyes."Why would I be mad? You're safe. That's enough," he says, but there was a subtle undertone flowing beneath his words.***We stepped out of the clinic, and the cool night air greeted me. My breath was still shaky, though my steps were starting to steady as Lucian's grip on my arm made me feel safe."I… we should go to the Blackwood main house, right?" I whispered.Lucian turned, his brow slightly furrowed. "If you're still scared, we don't have to go there right now. It's okay."I nodded slowly, still clinging to Lucian's arm. My feel

The London sky looked pale.Thin clouds hung low, blocking the sunlight from fully reaching the ground.The air was cold.The grass beneath my feet was still wet.I stood still.Too still.My hands were at my sides, but my fingers were stiff—as if they've forgotten how to move.In front of me…a simple headstone.Not large.Not conspicuous.Just a gray stone with an engraved name that still looks fresh.I swallow slowly.My breath felt heavy.Not because of this place.Not because of the stone.But because of one thing…Noah.I glance to the side.He stood a little ahead of me, his small body facing straight toward the headstone.Silent.Motionless.I held my breath without realizing it.My chest felt tight.I'd imagined so many possibilities: he'd be crying, calling for his mother, asking endless questions, or… he wouldn't believe it.But…Nothing.He just stood there.Staring.For a long time.Too long for someone his age.My hands began to tremble.Lucian, standing beside me, slowl