The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

I stepped out of the elevator at Sebastian's office. Usually this place was always neat, sparkling, and grand, but today, the remnants of the fire were still visible everywhere. The wall at the end of the hallway was pitch black. The carpet in front of the meeting room was rolled up and wet. The smell of smoke still stung, mixed with a strong scent of disinfectant.Sebastian stood in front of his desk, which had been temporarily moved to the conference room. His long sleeved white shirt was rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscular arms and the bird tattoo on his left arm. His fierce face looked a bit more tired than usual."Sweetheart," he greeted, opening his arms wide.I walked closer. He hugged me tight, so tight I could barely breathe."I missed you," he whispered."I missed you too.""I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. The office is still a mess.""It's okay. I took a taxi."He released his hug and looked at me. His dark hazel eyes moved from my curly hair to my still pal

I hadn't even had time to calm myself after Clara left when the door to my small room opened again.Leon stood in the doorway. His face wasn't angry, but there was something in his eyes. I had known him long enough to know that this was Leon in his most dangerous mode."What did you say to Clara?" he asked.I didn't answer."I asked, what did you say to Clara?""I told her the truth.""That she's not my biological daughter?""Yes.""You had no right to tell her."I stood up. My legs were still weak, but I didn't want to look weak in front of him."I had no right? For months she insulted me. She framed me. She called me a thief. She called me a whore. She called me fat, ugly, unworthy of being her father's wife. And you? You just stayed silent."Leon was silent."Even after you found out the necklace wasn't taken by me, you still stayed silent. You never defended me. You never corrected her. You just said, 'she needs time.'""Clara is pregnant...""I know she's pregnant! But is that an

Two days later, my phone rang.An unknown number. I almost didn't answer it, afraid it was a journalist, afraid it was Clara with another scheme, afraid it was Irene or Dona or someone else who wanted to destroy me. But after three rings, I pressed the green button."Hello, is this Miss Ana Lancaster?"A woman's voice on the other end sounded professional, friendly, but firm."Yes, this is Ana.""I'm the secretary of Mr. Jonathan Foster from Foster Group. Mr. Leon Harrington has recommended you to join our company. Are you willing to come for an interview today?"I was silent. Leon had actually done it. He had actually called his friend."Yes, I am," I finally said."Good. Ten in the morning at Foster Group headquarters. We'll be waiting for your arrival."At ten in the morning, I stood in front of a tall building with blue glass that reflected the sunlight. I chose the most formal dress I had, a long sleeved black dress, a gift from Sebastian from before. I combed my curly hair and t

Leon looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes. I knew he was reading my mind, trying to figure out why I had suddenly lied in front of Adrian and Sebastian. But after a few seconds, he nodded slightly."Yes, we've been considering some investment opportunities."Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Investment? Isn't five million euros too much to start with?""Real estate business. But Ana wants to be independent. She doesn't want to use my money."Sebastian looked at me and Leon alternately. His face was still full of curiosity, but he didn't ask further."Alright. If you need any advice, we're here."I sighed in relief. That dangerous topic had passed.But then my stomach growled, loudly.All eyes turned to me."I'm hungry. After weeks of strict dieting, I really want to eat meat."Adrian laughed. "Meat?""Grilled beef, or steak, or anything that has meat and isn't vegetables."Sebastian laughed too. "I know a good place. Steak with pepper sauce, mashed potatoes, and roasted vegetables.""No

Clara regained consciousness about an hour after the surgery ended. Her eyes opened slowly, still drowsy, still red from the lingering anesthesia and the tears that hadn't stopped flowing since she fell asleep. Her face was pale, her lips dry, and her blonde hair was wet and plastered to her forehead. I stood in the corner of the room, by the window, trying to give space to Leon and his daughter.But Clara didn't look at her father. Her eyes were empty, staring at the clean white ceiling, as if no one else was in the room but herself. Leon stood beside the bed, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. His face was unreadable, a mix of anger, sadness, and disappointment, but he tried to stay calm."Clara, look at your Dad. Why did you do this? Why did you kill your own baby?"Clara smiled bitterly, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "My baby? Whose baby? I don't know who the father is. I never wanted it from the start.""But it was still your child!""A child from rape? A child from