Todos los capítulos de Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Time seemed to stop turning on the ground floor of Capital Central Hospital. The sharp smell of disinfectant and antiseptic solution pierced the senses, mingling with the hum of cold white fluorescent lights glowing along the Emergency Room (ER) corridor.Isolde stood frozen directly in front of the double doors of the operating room, with the red light above them glowing brightly. Her cream-colored pajamas were still stained with Lucien's fresh blood—the undeniable evidence of the horrifying incident that had just robbed the man of consciousness. Both of the girl's hands were wrapped in white gauze, which now looked dirty, trembling violently and uncontrollably.Her breathing was rapid, irregular, and suffocating. Every passing second felt like thousands of needles stabbing into the pit of her stomach. The image of Lucien leaping in front of her to protect her, the sound of gunshots, and the warm splash of blood that had stained her face kept replaying in her mind like a never-ending

The soft creak of the V.I.P. room door being pushed open broke the silence of the ICU at night. Evander and Azriel stepped inside at the same time, bringing with them the fresh scent of the night air mixed with the remnants of the extraordinary tension from outside the hospital. The two young men looked exhausted, but absolute relief was clearly reflected in their jawlines, which were now much more relaxed. There was no longer any tension, no longer any threat lurking in the shadows of an enemy—everything had been completely cleared.Isolde, who had been sitting with a flush on her cheeks from Lucien’s teasing, immediately turned her head. She took a slow breath and straightened her posture as Evander and Azriel stopped right beside the patient’s bed.Evander slipped one hand into the pocket of his black dress pants, his golden eyes staring intently at Isolde and Lucien in turn with a scrutinizing gaze. Meanwhile, Azriel leaned his body against his wooden cane, his gray eyes observing

The phone in Evander’s hand vibrated once again, its screen emitting a glaring light amid the dim dawn that was beginning to spread across the capital’s sky. Evander frowned deeply, briefly glancing at the flat screen with a scrutinizing gaze before letting out a soft snort and slipping it back into his trouser pocket.“Just an unimportant spam message from an unknown number,” Evander muttered flatly, shaking his head and dismissing the insignificant interruption without a second thought. There was no time to concern himself with trivial matters when their minds were completely focused on the safety of the head of the family.Azriel, walking directly beside him, merely glanced at him without interest, supporting his body with a wooden cane as he walked steadily. “Forget about it. What matters is that the matter with the Vance family has been completely settled. Let us return to the hospital immediately; it is already morning.”The two young men continued walking toward the black sedan

The September morning wind blew strongly across the private runway of Capital International Airport. The air felt bitterly cold, carrying droplets of dew that clung to the fuselage of the wide-bodied private jet parked elegantly beneath the gray sky. The distant roar of aircraft turbines rumbled softly, signaling that their departure time was drawing near.Inside the V.I.P. waiting lounge of the private terminal, the atmosphere was utterly silent and filled with restrained emotions.Isolde stood near the large glass wall, wearing a thick cream-colored wool coat that wrapped around her petite body. Both of her hands tightly clutched the edges of the coat, while her gray eyes stared straight at the two tall men standing before her. Evander looked dashing in a black leather pilot jacket with an international airline emblem on its pocket, while Azriel stood calmly beside him, wearing a long dark-gray coat with a leather backpack slung over his shoulder. The wooden cane that had faithfully

At ten in the morning, the September sunlight streamed through the four-meter-high glass walls on the top floor of Blackthorne Tower. The main boardroom looked magnificent and solemn. The long oval table, finished in dark mahogany, reflected the glow of the enormous crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.At the head of the boardroom table, Isolde sat upright, dressed in a cream tweed blazer paired with a white silk shirt—an elegant choice that radiated the authority of an absolute heir, although a hint of nervousness still lingered in her gray eyes. At her right, Lucien stood tall in a sophisticated black suit, his sharp eyes surveying every corner of the room with the commanding gaze characteristic of a true leader.Dozens of senior board directors, major shareholders, and top executives sat neatly in their respective seats. The atmosphere in the room was thick with anticipation. Most of them whispered among themselves, discussing the greatest transfer of power in the hist