Suddenly Became CEO's Wife Paralyzed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

 With a body that felt remarkably healthier and more vigorous, I led Emelia out of the bedroom. My little wife looked wonderfully refreshed as well, a radiant glow of happiness shining clearly from her beautiful face as we walked side by side toward the family dining room. There, our parents had already gathered and were seated, waiting for our arrival. I could see unmistakable pride etched deeply into their expressions. However, my attention was immediately and entirely drawn to the several dishes laid out across the long dining table. Every variety of morning-sickness-prevention food had been arranged with meticulous perfection — from sliced fresh fruits, warm milk specially formulated for expectant mothers, whole-grain bread, to appetizing low-fat roasted meat. 

I fixed my subordinates with a flat stare. It was difficult to believe what they were reporting — that the incident just now had been purely the doing of two drunken men driving recklessly at full speed. Damn it. They had nearly gotten my wife killed, careening wildly behind the wheel under the influence of alcohol — or perhaps even illegal substances. "Don't let them go so easily. I have a feeling those bastards were only being used as bait," I said coldly, because the whole thing felt far too convenient. Besides, what kind of lunatic drives a car while blackout drunk? "Understood, Sir. We will carry it out," answered my subordinate on the other end of the line before cutting the call. I exhaled a long,

POV Emelia I couldn't hide the smile that kept blooming on my face from the moment I stepped inside this luxurious shopping mall. Honestly, I had longed for this moment for such a long time — the chance to browse and shop leisurely with Mama — a childhood memory I never once had the privilege of tasting. I wanted to reclaim every piece of time we had spent apart. Buying matching outfits, hunting for the same handbags, and laughing freely the way a mother and daughter were always supposed to. Every now and then, I glanced over my shoulder and stifled a quiet laugh at the sight of Samuel walking at a steady pace several feet behind us. Look at him — my husband looked exactly like a personal bodyguard. Dressed in a crisp black formal suit, matching trousers, and his face half-concealed behind a black medical mask, his

 "Sir, Madam Emelia's adoptive family is outside and insisting on a meeting," one of my men reported the following morning.I stilled my fingers, then snapped my laptop shut with a single sharp motion. I fixed him with a flat stare, and a heartbeat later, the glint in my eyes turned savage. I knew perfectly well the purpose behind the Perez family's arrival at my mansion at this ungodly hour. After what had transpired at the shopping center yesterday, they had come to grovel, beg forgiveness, and plead for me to lift the business sanctions I had levied upon them."Drive them away. Right now. I have no interest whatsoever in parasites like them," I said, my voice carrying a tone that invited no argument."Yes, sir. It will be done immediately," he answered obediently, bowing low before striding out of my private study.I leaned back in my chair, a devil's smile spreading across my lips—slow, deliberate, and drenched in satisfaction. Yest

 "Our firstborn grandchild shall be named Albert!" Papa Arturo announced grandly, his voice slicing through the quiet of the living room the moment we all arrived home from the hospital."Absolutely not!" Papa Lucas fired back without missing a beat. He rose from the sofa, planting both hands on his hips with the air of a man who would not be moved. "His name will be Maxim. It sounds far stronger and more distinguished!""That's not your decision to make, Lucas! He is my grandchild!" Papa Arturo protested, shooting his co-grandfather a look of indignant reproach at the unilateral proclamation."Have you forgotten that he is also mine?" Papa Lucas shot back, his brow furrowing deep with barely concealed frustration.I could only smile softly at the spirited — if thoroughly ridiculous — debate unfolding before me. My fingers moved in slow, tender circles over my rounded belly, cradling the warmth of the life growing within. My gaze