All Chapters of The Wife They Rejected Was a Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Naomi Hart set down her teacup as the housekeeper’s voice came through the phone, tight with worry.“Mrs.… Miss Hart, can you reach Mr. Blackwood?”She glanced at Sebastian Cole beside her and at Lily nestled against her side. “He was just here a little while ago. What’s wrong?”The housekeeper rarely called unless something was serious. A heavy sigh followed. “Mr. Blackwood Senior isn’t well. The family doctor has been here. He’s on an IV, but the fever still won’t break.”Naomi’s chest tightened. “That bad?”Ethan Blackwood had disappointed her in every way that mattered. She had walked away from him without looking back. But his grandfather was different. During the years she had lived in that cold mansion, the old man had treated her like a true granddaughter. For the first time in her life she had felt what family could mean. Ethan she could leave. The old man’s affection was harder to abandon.“I’ll try to reach Ethan,” she said. “I’ll call you the moment I know anything.”She h

Sebastian Cole knew the situation waiting for him was complicated. He rested a broad palm gently on the little girl’s head. “Lily, Uncle has something urgent to handle. Stay careful at home, alright?” He added one more instruction, voice firm but warm. “Don’t open the door for strangers. Wait for your mother to come back.” Lily Blackwood nodded obediently, her soft voice like a whisper. “Okay.” The moment Sebastian stepped out, noise rose at the front door. Lily’s head snapped up. The second she saw the disheveled woman in the doorway clothes wrinkled, hair tangled her eyes flooded red. “Mommy!” The storybook hit the floor. Lily launched herself across the room and crashed into Naomi Hart’s arms as hard as her small body could manage. “Lily, don’t cry.” The sound of her daughter’s sobs cracked something open inside Naomi’s chest. Only when the warm, soft weight of the little girl settled fully against her did the last of the tension finally drain away. Ethan hadn’t succeeded

Sinclair Family Estate“It’s been some time since the family recognition banquet. It’s time for Naomi to formally return to her ancestors and be entered into the family registry.”Old Mr. Sinclair leaned back against the dark leather sofa, his voice calm but firm. He had specifically summoned his three grandsons today for one purpose: to discuss bringing Naomi Hart fully into the Sinclair fold changing her surname and inscribing her name in the family tree.Marcus Sinclair spoke first. “Since we’ve only just found her, we should handle the surname change first. That way the recognition will be complete.”Derek Sinclair nodded in agreement. “Naomi is a Sinclair by blood. The surname should reflect that.”Old Mr. Sinclair’s sharp gaze settled on his eldest grandson. “Marcus, visit the ancestral hall more frequently these next few days. I’m entrusting the entire matter of Naomi’s return to the family registry to you.”Marcus’s expression turned serious. “Don’t worry, Grandfather. I’ll ta

Ethan clumsily opened the thermos, poured the blood-nourishing soup into a paper cup, and held it out to Naomi. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to replenish it.” Naomi looked at the cup, then at the forced smile on his face. Somehow, all she felt was exhaustion. Especially after everything he had forced on her before every gesture now only put her on edge. Ethan held the cup for a long time. When she made no move to take it, he set it down with a dejected expression. “I’ve realized how many wrong things I did in the past… how badly I hurt you. But I know I can change. Why won’t you give me a chance to make things right?” In the old days he would never have apologized. He had simply taken her kindness for granted. But after their long separation after seeing her build a new life and a new relationship he finally understood he had lost the best person he would ever have. That regret had taken root deep in his chest, devouring him through countless silent nights. Naomi watched

The black sedan kept a careful distance behind Naomi Hart’s car never too close, never far enough to lose her. It didn’t even bother hiding its intent.Naomi’s breath caught in a sharp hiss.The road home was nearly empty. This was her only chance.She tightened her grip on the wheel, floored the accelerator, and pushed the car as hard as it would go. The sedan behind matched her speed without effort.“Persistent bastard,” she muttered.In the next second, the pursuing car shot ahead and cut hard across her lane, blocking her path.Naomi slammed the brakes. The violent jolt threw her forward against the steering wheel. When the tires finally screeched to a stop, less than half a meter separated the two vehicles.She locked the doors and waited, heart hammering, for someone to step out.Nothing moved.Just as she reached for the ignition, a deafening impact exploded from behind.Her car was rammed with brutal force. It spun, flipped, and rolled across the asphalt several times before c