Semua Bab Ashes of Love; Fire of Vengeance : Bab 91 - Bab 100

When I wake up, the white ceiling invites me once again. The familiar beep-beep of a machine keeping count of my body like it doesn’t trust me. An IV is attached to my hand.A quiet laugh escapes me. Maybe I should book a room here permanently. Maybe it would be better if I fell into a coma. Then I could lie on this bed forever, untouched by the world. Adrian’s betrayal would never have to finish tearing through me because I would be asleep before it could reach the center.But the moment Adrian’s name crosses my mind… my chest caves. Sobs rip out of me so hard my ribs ache. A nurse leans over me, gentle but firm.“Miss Smith, your blood pressure is very high. Please calm down,” she says. “Don’t you want your baby to come into this world safely?”Her voice is kind, but it makes my tears worse, dragging me back to reality. Back to the truth.I do want my baby safe.I wanted my baby safe inside a life I thought Adrian and I were building together.I wanted lullabies and tiny clothes and

(Adrian’ P.O.V.)Before I can react, Charles drops into a crouch and hauls David up with surprising strength, a strained grunt leaving his throat as he shifts the weight.“You start the car,” he says, breathless and urgent.I snap out of my shock and sprint toward our car, my heartbeat pounding so hard it drowns out everything else. Cold air slashes against my face. Gravel crunches violently under my shoes.My hands shake as I yank the back door open.Charles reaches the car seconds later, his jaw clenched, his breathing rough. He lowers David carefully across the back seat, then climbs in beside him and presses both hands hard against the wound. Blood immediately seeps between his fingers.“Go!” he barks, his voice sharp enough to cut through my panic.I throw myself into the driver’s seat and start the engine with trembling hands.The tires screech against the road as the car lurches forward.Streetlights streak past the windshield in blurred yellow lines while the engine roars and

When we reach the police station, the entrance is already choked with journalists. Camera lights flash in my face. Voices crash over each other. The air smells of dust, sweat, and petrol from the vans outside. We have to force our way through the crowd just to reach the doors.The moment they spot me, the shouting gets louder.“Mr Shaw, are you still going to marry Miss Smith after all of this?”“Are you aware she is pregnant with Mr Hale’s child?”“Did you know she killed not only the ex-president, but also Emma Moore?”My jaw tightens. I do not spare them a glance. Our security team clears a path, shoulders hitting shoulders, and Sterling and I move inside under the harsh white lights of the station.The noise drops the second the glass doors shut behind us.I spot Heidi standing beside Jason.She hurries toward me, her face pale, her hands clenched around her bag strap. The sight of her makes my brows draw together at once.“What are you doing here?” I ask.She stops in front of me

(Jennifer’s P.O.V.)I can’t sleep. I check the wall clock again.12:30 AM.As soon as I hear Mr Shaw's car horn, I sit up in bed immediately. The sound cuts through the quiet of the night, sharp and insistent.My body still feels weak, but my mind is even more restless. Right now, speaking with Mr Shaw feels more important than anything else.I slowly slide my feet off the bed, feeling the cool floor against my skin as I slip on the slipper. It has a fluffy, rabbit design. This is the slipper I wore when I was taken to the police station. Adrian bought it for me. Jason doesn’t know, so he brought it here.Once the slipper is on, I slowly stand, legs still a little shaky. Still I try to walk a bit faster, eager to get to the door, and I push it open.At that moment, Mr Shaw steps into the corridor outside our rooms. He stops short when he sees me standing there. His brow furrows in surprise. “Jennifer, why are you still awake?”I respond, my voice soft but firm, “Mr Shaw, can we talk n

As soon as the car starts moving, Mr Shaw speaks, his voice cutting through the silence. “Tell me now how you knew about Watson.”I cough slightly, clearing my throat. Still unsure, if I should tell him about Adrian.Last time I brought up Adrian with Mr Shaw, the conversation didn't go well. He was very clear about sending Adrian to jail.And Watson told me my phone was being tapped. If they’re still doing it, Mr Sterling will eventually know, and so will Mr Shaw.The hesitation clouds my judgement, then Mr Shaw speaks again, his tone darker this time. “Jennifer, if you don’t tell me, then be prepared for the consequences of what I do next.”Lying is pointless. He’ll find out the truth.“Adrian called me,” I say, my voice trembling.“And?” he presses, waiting for more.“He said Mr Sterling had tried to kill Watson,” I add, trying to keep my voice steady at the same time.For a second, Mr Shaw mutters something under his breath. Though I cannot catch the words, I catch the way his jaw