All Chapters of The Forgotten Heiress: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I looked at Mrs. Williams wondering how to push for more answers.I needed to be careful with my questions so she wouldn’t find me suspicious, but damn…I was still trying to process everything she had just told me.And that was when an old memory suddenly hit me.I had been ten years old then. June and July weren’t born yet.My parents had taken me to the opening of a new orphanage.The dress I was wearing in the photograph…That was the dress I remembered wearing that day.My memories were still foggy, but I knew now.I really had come to this place i knew that already though when I saw the photograph but I guess remembering myself was more comforting.I breathed out There were still questions I needed answers to.“Mrs. Williams,” I called out.She removed her gaze from the mirror and turned toward me.“How did Dexter end up becoming the owner of this orphanage?” I asked. “Did the previous owners sell it to him?”She shook her head immediately.“The Mallways would never sell this place

Dexter’s hand remained on the car door. He didn’t answer.I watched his face carefully, trying to figure out what had suddenly changed.For a moment, I wondered if I had asked the wrong question. Maybe I had been too direct.I quickly looked away.“I’m sorry, sir. I was just curious.”“Why?”His voice was calm, but there was something different about it now.I turned back to him.“About the orphanage.”“Why are you curious about it?”There it was. The exact question I had been trying to avoid.I forced a small smile.“I’ve never been to a place like that before. The children seem to really like you, and Mrs. Williams spoke highly of the place.”“And that made you curious about how I found it?”I swallowed.“Yes.”It wasn’t entirely a lie.Dexter continued staring at me, his eyes difficult to read.I suddenly became aware of how dangerous this conversation was. One wrong answer and he might start wondering why I cared so much.I looked down at the suit in my hands.“Well, get in. You don’t

“You have a fever.”Dexter stared at me. The look in his eyes told me he agreed with me, but then he slowly removed my hand from his forehead.“It’s nothing.”I blinked at him. Nothing?The man was literally burning under my hand.“Sir, you’re running a temperature.”“I heard you the first time.”“Then why are you acting like it’s nothing?”Dexter gave me a tired look.“Because it is nothing.”I stared at him in disbelief. Dexter El Camino would be half-dead and still find a way to argue.I closed my eyes in frustration.“I’m trying to help you here, sir, and you’re making it difficult.”“I already told you I can handle myself, Mia. I don’t need your help. Go to your room. We’ll see tomorrow morning.”That’s if you would even make it. I almost screamed it at him.I rubbed my forehead in frustration.There was absolutely no way I was standing here arguing with Dexter when I knew he needed urgent medical attention.“You need to sit down.”“I’m not dying, Mia.”“Sir, I never said you were

Did I just see a tear slip from Dexter's eyes I wiped my eye with my other hand the tears were still on his cheek “Please don’t go,” he repeated I stood there confused he wasn’t talking to him because he was still asleep these means he was sleep-talking, or was he dreaming?But what could he be dreaming about that could be causing him so much pain His eyes were still tightly closed, but his hand remained wrapped around my wrist tightly Almost like he was afraid that if he let go, whoever he was holding in his dream could disappear. I swallowed hard. Who exactly was he talking to and who was he afraid of losing? Cassie? I knew it wasn’t her could ir be his mother or Someone from his past? Or maybe…His younger self? I didn’t know. And the more I looked at him, the more obvious it became that something was wrong. Dexter would never let people see when something hurt him. He didn’t cry. Yet here he was. A tear slowly slipped from the corner of his closed eye and disappeare

Athena’s POVI walked out of Dexter’s room slowly, pulling the door shut behind me.The moment it clicked closed, I stopped.“One month.”I turned my back to the closed door.Dexter was getting married in one month. I knew he was getting married. That was obvious.But I had no idea when the wedding was supposed to happen.Judging from the way everything had been going, I honestly thought it was happening soon.The wedding preparations and how Cassie had been coming around.The way both families seemed to have everything planned already. I had assumed they were getting married within the next few weeks.But six months? Apparently, that had been the original plan.And now his father had suddenly decided to move it forward.Who changes a wedding date without telling the groom?I shook my head. That was crazy.But then again, after hearing Dexter yell at his father, I understood something a little better.His relationship with his father wasn’t normal, not even close.His father seemed to