Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sixty-Day Wife: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Camila’s POVThe hospital basement smells like old paper, dust, and forgotten years.A single flickering light hangs above the archive room, and every metal shelf looks ready to collapse if someone breathes too hard.Karen unlocks the heavy archive door and hands me a small ring of keys.“I finally got permission.”I smile with relief.“Thank you.”She points a finger at me before I can walk inside.“You have exactly three hours before administration starts asking annoying questions.”Brian appears behind her carrying a flashlight.“They already ask annoying questions.”“They’re going to ask more.”He nods thoughtfully.I step into the archive first.Dust dances through the sunlight creeping in from the tiny basement windows.Thousands of old patient files sit stacked inside faded cardboard boxes.Every shelf is labeled.Most of the labels have peeled away.Alejandro whistles quietly.“This looks like the world’s saddest library.”Brian laughs.“No.” He points deeper inside. “It gets

Camila’s POVI wake up expecting another morning buried under hospital records, Sophia’s notes, and unanswered questions.Instead, Alejandro quietly closes the folder in front of me before I even finish reading the first page.I blink at him.“What are you doing?”He calmly slides the entire stack to the other side of the table.“Saving us.”“From paperwork?”“From ourselves.”I fold my arms.“I was reading.”“You’ve been reading for three days.”“I’ve been investigating.”He nods once.“Exactly.”I narrow my eyes suspiciously.“What are you planning?”A smile slowly spreads across his face.“For the next few hours…” He points toward the folders. “…no files.”Then toward my phone. “…no hospital.”Finally, he points at both of us. “…and absolutely no conspiracies.”I can’t help smiling.“You’re banning investigations?”“I’m issuing an executive order.”“I don’t work for Vega.”“I know.”“So you can’t boss me around.”“I wasn’t planning to.” He reaches for my hand instead. “I was going

Camila’s POVI know something is wrong the moment I walk into the kitchen.Mrs. Harper suddenly smiles far too brightly, Maria immediately looks out the window for no reason, and Alejandro is pretending to read a newspaper upside down.I stop in the doorway.“Why is everyone acting guilty…?”Mrs. Harper gasps dramatically.“Guilty?”“Very guilty.”Alejandro slowly lowers the newspaper.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I point at the upside-down page.“You’re reading the business section upside down.”He glances at it.“I like a challenge...”Maria covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. Mrs. Harper claps her hands together.“Wonderful.”“Nobody laughed.”Dylan suddenly walks in carrying a giant cooler almost as tall as himself, he freezes.“Did I interrupt the family meeting…?”I narrow my eyes.“What’s in the cooler?”He hugs it protectively.“Definitely not suspicious.”Mrs. Harper pinches the bridge of her nose.“Dylan.”“What?”“You were supposed to be subtle.”“I was subt

Camila’s POVSleep refuses to come.I stare at the ceiling for almost an hour before finally giving up and quietly slipping out of bed with the hope that maybe coffee can organize the mess inside my head.The hallway is dark except for the soft light glowing from downstairs.I pause.“Alejandro..?”No answer.I follow the light into the living room and immediately stop.Files cover almost the entire floor, medical reports, employee records, old board minutes, colored sticky notes and tree empty coffee mugs.Alejandro sits cross-legged in the middle of the disaster with a highlighter tucked behind one ear.He looks up.“You too?”I laugh softly.“You couldn’t sleep either?”He shakes his head.“I kept thinking about Maria.”“So did I.”He pats the blanket beside him.“I figured the couch was less depressing than staring at the ceiling.”I walk over and sit beside him.“You’ve officially turned the living room into an investigation headquarters.”He glances around.“I was aiming for org

Camila’s POVThe room is quiet when I walk in.Not the peaceful kind of quiet, the kind that feels like someone has spent years swallowing words they were too afraid to say.Mr. Harris sits beside the window with both hands wrapped around a cup of untouched tea.The curtains are open. His eyes never leave the parking lot outside.Alejandro walks in behind me and quietly closes the door.The soft click makes Mr. Harris flinch. His breathing immediately changes.I stop a few feet away.“It’s just us.”He doesn’t answer.I smile gently.“No police.” His shoulders loosen just a little. “No reporters.”Another slow breath.“No strangers.”Only then does he finally look at me.“Just you…?”I nod.“And him.” I glance toward Alejandro. “He isn’t here as the CEO today.”Mr. Harris studies him carefully.Alejandro speaks before I can.“I’m here because she asked me to come.”The old man keeps watching him.“You won’t interrupt?”Alejandro slowly shakes his head.“No.”“You’ll let her ask?”“I w