All Chapters of The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The ambulance sped through the streets of Rome, wet from the night rain. Sirens wailed, cutting through the silence of the city that was beginning to fall asleep. Ana sat on the fold-out seat inside the ambulance, her eyes never leaving Clara's unconscious body with an oxygen tube in her nose.Blood was still seeping from beneath the bandage covering the girl's back. Leon sat across from her, his face pale, his hand gripping Clara's tightly. Lucien was up front, sitting beside the driver, his face dark, his jaw clenched. He didn't say a word.Ana felt something strange in her stomach. Pain—sharp, stabbing like a blade. She pressed her stomach with her hand, hoping it was just an ordinary ache. But the pain grew stronger, deeper, like something was trying to tear its way out from inside. Ana bit her lip, holding back a groan. She didn't want to add to the chaos.The ambulance stopped in front of the emergency room of the General Hospital. Medical staff swarmed, pushing the gurney where

Ana's body grew weaker. The medications flowing through the IV could only hold back the pain and keep her blood pressure stable, but couldn't restore her kidneys that were slowly giving up.The doctor had already spoken with Leon outside the room—that time kept moving, and without a suitable donor, Ana's condition would continue to decline. Dialysis could be a temporary solution, but not a permanent one. Ana's body was too weak to undergo that procedure every day.Leon returned to the room with a face forced into calmness. He sat in the chair beside the bed, gripped his wife's hand, and didn't let go. Ana stared at him with half-closed eyes. She wanted to talk, wanted to comfort her husband, but her body was too tired. Slowly, her eyelids closed, and she fell asleep.Ana opened her eyes. She was in a long, dim hallway. The walls were gray, no doors, no windows. Just a faint light at the end of the hallway that never came closer. She recognized this place. This was the hallway that alw

That night was the longest night of Leon's life. He'd lost count of how many times he went back and forth between the two rooms—checking on Ana, checking on Clara, talking to doctors, calling other hospitals, then returning to the chair beside his wife's bed. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep.His eyes were red, his lips cracked, but he didn't care. His body was like a machine running on its own will.Toward midnight, Ana's condition worsened. The IV dripping painkillers was no longer enough. The doctor increased the dosage, but Ana still writhed in bed, her hands clutching the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric.Cold sweat soaked her entire body. Her breath came short, gasping, like someone running in place who never arrives.Leon stood beside the bed, gripping his wife's hand."Ana. Ana, I'm here."Ana opened her eyes. They were red, glassy, but unfocused. She stared at Leon, but as if staring at someone far away, someone she couldn't reach."Leon..." her voice was hoarse, barel

ANA'S POV.Three days later, the funeral was held. Leon had bought the entire cemetery area years ago, after Ethan's death, because he didn't want his son to be alone. Now, that area would receive one more resident. Clara. Next to her brother.I forced myself to attend. The nurse accompanied me."Mrs. Ana, your body is still very weak. You just had surgery.""I will attend, even if I have to crawl."Sofia looked at Leon, asking for help. But Leon only nodded slowly. He knew. He knew that nothing could stop me.They brought me in a wheelchair. Leon pushed it himself, didn't let anyone touch that chair.Sebastian and Adrian walked at our sides, each wearing a black suit, their faces hard and pale. Behind us, several of Lucien's guards followed with heavy steps.And there, in front of the coffin, Lucien Voss stood.He wore a perfect black suit, black tie, black shoes but nothing was perfect about him that day. His face was pale, his eyes red, and his shoulders that were usually upright a

ANA'S POV.The journey to Switzerland took two days.We weren't in a hurry, Leon said the journey itself was part of the healing. We passed through the snowy Alps, past lakes that shimmered like glass, past small villages whose houses were as colorful as toy boxes.Aiden, Leo, and Sophie fell asleep in Sebastian and Adrian's car, while Leon and I sat side by side in silence.The house on the shore of Lake Lucerne was more beautiful than I had imagined. A large wooden chalet with a slanted roof, large windows facing the lake, and a garden full of wildflowers.In the distance, the mountains stood like guarding giants, majestic, calm, eternal. The air here was different. Very cold, but clean and fresh.Sophie ran out of the car the moment the door opened."Mom! Look! There are swans!"Aiden and Leo followed her, running toward the lake with laughter.I stood in front of the house, watching them, three children born from my womb, three children who never knew how dark my past was, three c