《Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

Nobody spoke. The sentence lay on the side like a stone in the water. Little. Easy. And yet he changed everything.There's another third house. No child is waiting this time.The wind hit the roof. Somewhere down the kids laughed. The warm light of the lower floors fell weakly through the open door into the Attic. But suddenly the small chamber felt colder again.“This is not my writing.” Emil said it right away. Without hesitation.Aren gave him the book. The boy looked at the side for a long time. Then he slowly shook his head.‘No’“Who wrote it?” Elio asked.Emil looked at him. And for the first time, he seemed really futile.“I don’t know.”Silence.That was new. For so far Emil had had had an answer to any question.Kai went to the window. The sea was only a dark area outside. The night had swallowed the cliffs. Only the noise remained.“Maybe the book was written later.”Emil shook his head.‘Unpossible.’“Why?”“Because nobody was up here.”Again this silenc

Nobody said anything. The note was in the middle of the breakfast table. Between coffee cups. Between bread baskets. Between a life that had just begun to become normal again. And yet everything suddenly seemed to stand still.Haus Eichenruh is awake. Don't be late.Emil stared at the script. His face had become a chalk.“I know them.”Aren carefully dropped the note. “From whom?”Emil didn't answer immediately.His fingers were over the paper. Like he's touching a memory.Then he slowly lifted his eyes.‘From Leon’.Silence.No one knew the name.“Who was Leon?” asked Kai.Emil swallowed.“My brother.”The words hit the room like a cold wind.Clara even dropped her book.“You had a brother?”Emil nodded. Slow down.‘Yes.’“Why did you never tell about him?”The boy looked out to the window. To the snow. To the sea.“Because I thought he had gone.”No one understood.So Emil told me.“When we were small, we came here together.”His voice was calm. But Aren noticed the ef

Aren only told the other one about the message in the morning. Not because he wanted to hide them. But because he had hoped that after one night they would look less threatening . She didn't.The leaf was now on the large table in the dining room. Besides coffee. Beside breakfast. Besides a reality that suddenly became more complicated.He's not looking for help. When you come to oak rest, Don't let him decide.The children played in another room. Nobody wanted them to hear these words.Kai read the message three times. Then he slowly put her back.“I don’t like it.”“Not to me.” said Mira.“This is the first message that sounds like a warning.”Silence.Because that was the difference.The letters of Noah had called.Mrs. Adler's clues had led.Even Clara's book had hoped.But this message?This message warned.And warnings meant there was a danger somewhere.Not a memory.Not a secret.A danger.Emil was silent. His hands were around a tea cup.“What do you think about?

Three days later it stopped snowing. For the first time in weeks. The heavens over St. Veyr were clear. The sea glittered in winter light. And yet there was a severity above the house.Don't worry. Not mourning. Something else.Goodbye.Because by now everyone knew that the journey had begun to rest in oak. Even if no one had left.Children feel such things. Often earlier than adults.Clara noticed it first. Of course she noticed.She sat with arsen in the library when she suddenly asked:“Where are you going?”Aren looked up from his book.‘Bald.’Clara noded. As if she had expected that answer.Then she kept silent for a while.“Do you come back?”This time Aren didn't need a second.‘Yes.’The answer came immediately. Hard. Sure.Because he knew she was true.Clara smiled.‘Good.’And for the first time she didn't ask.For by now she had learned that these people kept their promises.Later all the children gathered in the dining room.It wasn't a planned meeting. No on

Nobody spoke. The shape was gone. The light still burned in the window. But the person behind it was no longer visible.And then there was that noise.The slow cracking of a door.Not loud. Not threatening.Almost inviting.Like the house said: You're late.The wind moved the branches above them.Aren felt the same tension in front of Clara's room.But this time something was different.At that time they had searched for a secret.Now they entered a place that already knew they would come.“Wanting?” asked Jonas.‘No’ replied Mira.‘Good.’They went on.Step by step over the lighting.The closer they came, the bigger oak rest.It wasn't an orphanage.Not really.More like an old mansion.Width veranden. High windows. Stone columns.It used to have been beautiful.Now it seemed exhausted.Like someone who had been awake for too long.When they reached the entrance stairs, they noticed something strange.No traces.No dust.No leaves.Although the forest was everywhere.Like so