All Chapters of Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The hospital was quiet in the early morning hours.Clara sat in the chair beside Cassian's bed, her body aching from childbirth, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. But she could not sleep. She could not leave him.Sarah was in the nursery, being monitored by the nurses. Clara had wanted to keep her close, but the doctors had insisted she needed rest. So she had let them take her daughter, promising to be back soon.Just a few more minutes, she told herself. Just a few more minutes with him.Cassian was still unconscious. The surgery had been successful the doctors had stopped the internal bleeding, repaired the damage to his skull, relieved the pressure on his brain. But he had not woken up yet."Please," Clara whispered, holding his hand. "Please wake up. I need you. Sarah needs you. The children need you."He did not respond.She pressed her forehead against his hand and closed her eyes.I can't do this alone. I can't.Elena and Alexander Sr. arrived just after seven o'clock.They foun

The chapel was full by ten o'clock.Clara stood at the entrance, greeting the guests as they arrived. Her colleagues from Whitmore had come Priya, Monica, Derek, and several others. They had brought gifts and flowers and cards, and they had all exclaimed over how beautiful Sarah was."She's gorgeous," Priya said, peering into the carrier. "Absolutely gorgeous.""She looks like Cassian," Monica said."She looks like Clara," Derek said."She looks like both of them," Priya said. "That's how genetics works.""I know how genetics works," Derek said."Then why did you say she looks like Clara?""Because she does.""She looks like Cassian.""Can we agree she looks like both of them?" Clara interrupted, laughing. "That's what I've been telling everyone.""Fine," Priya and Derek said in unison.The Kingsley family acquaintances were there too old friends of Elena and Alexander Sr., business associates, members of the extended family. They filled the pews, their faces bright with curiosity and

The lunch had dissolved into chaos.Alexander Sr. had walked out of the dining room without another word, leaving his family staring after him in confusion and concern. Elena had tried to follow him, but he had disappeared into his study and locked the door."What was that about?" Imogen asked, her voice tight with worry."I don't know," Clara said. "But it didn't look good."Cassian stood up. "I'm going to talk to him.""Cassian—""I need to know what's going on. He's never been like this."He walked to the study door and knocked. "Dad? It's me. Open up."Silence."Dad, I know something's wrong. Let me in."A long pause. Then the door clicked open.Alexander Sr. stood in the doorway, his face pale, his hands trembling. He looked older than Cassian had ever seen him frail, frightened, defeated."Dad? What's wrong?"Alexander Sr. stepped aside and gestured for Cassian to enter. Then he closed the door behind them."I received a letter," he said quietly. "From Marcus Black."Cassian fel

The house was quiet.It was the kind of quiet that settled over a place after a storm, heavy, oppressive, full of unspoken fears. The maids moved through the corridors like ghosts, their voices hushed, their footsteps soft. The security guards patrolled the grounds with renewed vigilance, their eyes scanning every shadow.Clara sat in the living room, Sarah in her arms, staring at the rain against the window. She had not slept. None of them had.Cassian was in the study, on the phone with the police again. Adrian, Alexander Sterling and James were in the dining room, poring over maps and documents. Imogen and Maya was with Elena, trying to convince her to eat something.It had been two days since Alexander Sr. had disappeared.Two days of waiting. Two days of fear. Two days of not knowing if he was alive or dead.Clara pressed her lips to Sarah's forehead. "Your grandpa is going to be okay," she whispered. "He's going to come home."Sarah stirred but did not wake.Please, Clara prayed

The hospital waiting room was silent.It was the kind of silence that pressed down on you heavy, suffocating, full of unspoken fears. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, each second an eternity. The fluorescent lights hummed. The distant sound of footsteps and hushed voices echoed through the corridors.Clara sat in the corner, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes fixed on the double doors that led to the operating room. She had not moved in hours. She had not eaten. She had not slept.Please, she prayed. Please let him be okay.Elena was beside her, pale and trembling, her eyes red from crying. She had not spoken since they arrived not a single word. She had simply sat there, staring at the doors, waiting.Imogen was on Clara's other side, holding her hand. Maya was across the room, her arm around Adrian. James was pacing by the window, his limp barely noticeable now. Alexander Sterling sat in the corner, his face drawn with worry.And Alexander Sr. he was in a chair by the door,