All Chapters of Suddenly Became CEO's Wife Paralyzed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Even though decades had passed, the information from the orphanage sounded very convincing. Moreover, Emelia’s adoptive parents had gone through the proper channels when adopting her back then. Thanks to their well-organized records, the orphanage staff could still recall Emelia’s identity, even though time had blurred many details."According to the orphanage's statement, the Mistress was simply left in front of the gate. As it happens, there was CCTV footage that captured the moment, Sir. It is suspected that the person who left her was Madam Emelia’s biological mother," my assistant said, handing over an old letter and a piece of worn-out baby clothing.I stared at the yellowed letter with a turbulent heart. My fingers trembled slightly as I read the lines written inside."Please take care of my child. I cannot take her with me; her life is in danger if she stays with me. Her name is Emelia."I fell silent, my curiosity now laced with sharp a

I was enjoying my meal with Emelia when I looked up as one of my men stepped inside in a hurry. He informed me that Bianca’s parents—who were also Emelia’s adoptive parents—were currently outside the house looking for me."Samuel, what should we do?" Emelia asked, her face etched with deep worry.Even though she secretly supported my actions, I could see the fear in her eyes that Bianca’s case might escalate and drag me into legal trouble."Calm down, I can handle this," I said reassuringly while caressing the back of her hand. I then turned my gaze to my subordinate. "Let them in. I want to hear what nonsense they have to say.""Understood, Sir," he replied obediently, then walked away from the dining area."Samuel..." Emelia called out again, her voice reduced to a hesitant whisper."What is it, hm?""I know you did all of this for me. But if this ends up involving the police, I—""Hey," I immediately cut

Rosalina suddenly snatched a firearm from one of Lucas’s bodyguards. With both hands trembling from raging fury, she pointed the barrel of the gun directly at me. "I will make you pay for all of this, Samuel!" she screamed with deep-seated vengeance. She seemed to have lost all reason and fear, completely disregarding the fact that she was still standing on my estate. "Your grievance is with me, Rosalina! Don't you dare harm my son!" Papa interjected. Without a second thought, he threw himself in front of me, shielding me from the threat of the bullet. "It was at first! But now I utterly despise your son. I want nothing more than to kill him, Arturo! And after he is dead, I will kill you!" Rosalina’s fiery howl echoed. Her eyes then shifted to Diego. Her son’s body now looked emaciated, his face covered in bruises that had yet to heal. "Look! My son is suffering because of you all!" she cried hysterically. "Suffering? I used to care for him deeply!" Papa ret

We arrived at the hospital like madmen. Lucas, who usually always walked slowly and arrogantly with his cane, was running tonight, discarding whatever remaining dignity he had just to stride into the hospital corridors.The doctor and medical team, who had been on standby, immediately rushed Lucas to the emergency laboratory after I forcefully explained the situation. A lightning-fast screening process was conducted, and the moment the Rh-null blood type match was confirmed, the direct blood transfusion procedure commenced under strict supervision.I stood behind the glass partition, staring at the sight inside the treatment room, my chest tightening with a suffocating weight.There, on the gurney, Emelia lay rigid with various medical wires attached to her body. Her face, usually flushed with life, was now as deathly pale as marble. On the bed beside her, Lucas sat in silence, a tube connecting his vein to the collection bag, which then flowed directly into my wife&r

Pov Samuel ​For the past few hours, I hadn't diverted my gaze from Emelia’s pale face for even a single second. I tightly gripped her cold hand, constantly hoping for a small miracle to happen tonight. Hoping those slender fingers would twitch, or at least her eyelids would flutter slightly as a sign that she was returning to me. Yet, I still felt nothing.​Inside this entirely white room that felt so foreign and grim, the only thing I could hear was the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor. Beep... beep... beep...​I slowly turned my head toward the machine's screen, ensuring that the wavy lines on it were still moving. Although I didn't fully understand the meaning behind those medical graphics, at least that constant pulse served as the only proof that my wife was still breathing—that my world hadn't completely fallen apart.​"Darling... Emelia, wake up, please," I whispered faintly. My voice sounded raspy, heavy with a profound desperatio