Todos los capítulos de The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

The private hospital on the outskirts of London felt quiet, even though it was filled with the sound of machines and the steady footsteps of nurses.Clara sat on a hard plastic chair outside the ICU, elbows resting on her knees, head bowed. Her hands were still trembling, her fingernails biting into her own palms, trying to divert the pain that was suffocating her chest.In front of her, Ana sat with her back straight, her body looking small and fragile under the thin jacket she had thrown on in haste. Both her hands were wrapped around her stomach, gripping tightly, as if holding something together to keep it from breaking. Neither of them spoke. Only the sound of machines from inside the room served as background.About an hour passed, and finally the ICU door opened. A middle-aged doctor came out with a tired but calm expression. Ana immediately stood, Clara following behind her."Miss Clara, Mrs. Ana," the doctor greeted with a refined English accent. "Mr. Leon experienced a mild

The morning at Harrington mansion had always felt peaceful since Leon returned from the hospital.The soft clinking of teacups, the aroma of toast spreading from the kitchen, and the small laughter of Clara's younger siblings playing in the living room had become a familiar backdrop for Clara.Leon was already seated at the head of the table, but unlike usual, he wasn't smiling when he saw Clara enter. In his hand, he held a thin cream-colored folder. Beside him, Ana sat restlessly, her fingers playing with the edge of a napkin, her eyes looking at Clara with a mixture of anxiety and hope."Good morning, Dad," Clara greeted, kissing Leon's cheek, then Ana's, before sitting in the chair across from them."Good morning, my daughter," Leon replied.Clara took a piece of bread, spread butter on it, and began to eat. But she could feel Leon's gaze fixed on her. She swallowed her bread, then looked at her father with raised eyebrows."Is there something you want to talk about, Dad?"Leon ex

Three months after Aiden, Lucas, and Sophia's birthday.Clara had taken a more active role in helping Leon manage some family affairs—not the main business that Leon still held, but various properties and small investments that needed attention. This gave her something to keep busy, something she desperately needed to divert her mind from the search for Lucien that had yet to yield any results.That morning, Clara sat in the small study in the east wing of the mansion, which she had now made her personal office. Stacks of documents were spread across the mahogany desk, and she was signing several lease renewal letters for one of the family's apartments in central London.The door opened without a knock. Clara looked up and saw Julian standing at the threshold in a neatly tailored dark grey suit, a navy blue tie around his neck, and the confident smile he always wore."Clara, I see you've been working since morning. You need to take a break."Clara smiled, putting down her pen."You al

The days after Clara accepted Julian's proposal passed like a strange dream. There was joy in the mansion—Ana cried tears of happiness, Leon smiled widely every time he saw Julian and Clara together, and even the triplets ran around excitedly when they heard the news. Julian, of course, looked like the luckiest man in the world. He brought Clara flowers every morning, took her to dinner at fancy restaurants, and never stopped praising Clara's beauty and kindness in front of anyone who would listen. But deep in Clara's heart, there was an empty space that refused to be filled. She tried. She truly tried to love Julian the way Julian loved her. She let Julian hold her hand, kiss her cheek, hug her gently. She smiled when Julian joked, laughed when Julian made silly puns, and nodded enthusiastically when Julian talked about their wedding plans. Yet every night, when Julian walked her to her room and kissed her forehead gently before leaving, Clara would stand by her bedroom window

Clara stood before Lucien, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her white dress was now rumpled from running, and behind her, she could hear the murmurs of guests beginning to grow louder. But she didn't care. All she saw was Lucien.Lucien looked at her with unreadable eyes. There was no smile on his lips. No joy. Only that strange calmness, as always."I came because I was invited," Lucien said.Clara fell silent. "What?"Lucien raised one hand, showing a white envelope with elegant calligraphy."Your wedding invitation. Sent to the Voss mansion two weeks ago. I thought, since you invited me, I should come."Clara froze. She turned around, searching for Leon's face, but her adoptive father only stood near the altar with an unreadable expression. Ana held Leon's hand, her face pale. And Julian—Julian was still standing at the altar, staring at Clara with shattered eyes."You were invited?" Clara repeated.Lucien nodded slowly. "Me, Damien, and Tristan. The three of us