บททั้งหมดของ The Wife They Rejected Was a Billionaire Heiress: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Naomi Hart felt the weight of Sebastian Cole’s gaze and turned her face toward the window. Sympathy sat uneasily on her skin. She had never known what to do with that particular look soft, concerned, almost wounded on her behalf.Old Mr. Sinclair stood near the door, watching the quiet exchange. His voice cut through the stillness, calm and absolute. “I need a word with the rest of you. Come with me.” He stepped into the corridor. Marcus, Derek, and Nathan followed without question. At the threshold the old man glanced back once, eyes locking briefly with Sebastian’s. A silent understanding passed between them. Then the door closed.Only three people remained in the private room. Sebastian’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “I’ve already sent Owen to dig into the accident.” “Thank you.” Naomi’s lips pressed together, the red of them almost colorless against the hospital light. She was certain the crash had not been random. Someone had wanted her broken or worse on the exact

“Got it. Get some rest.”Ethan Blackwood’s voice was calm, almost distant. He took Julian’s small hand and walked out of the ward without looking back.The door clicked shut. Silence settled over the room like a heavy blanket.Naomi Hart let out a long, slow breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Ethan’s words still echoed in her mind.If she could choose again… she would never have brought Lily back to the city. She would have stayed on Catalina Island for as long as the sea and sky allowed. Life there had been quieter. Simpler. Safer.Here, everything felt sharp enough to cut.Across the city, at the Lin residence, Vivian Sinclair stormed through the gates like a woman possessed. She seized the nearest servant by the arm.“Where is Paige? Is she home?”The servant recognized her instantly and didn’t dare complain about the painful grip. “Miss Paige is in her room, Miss Sinclair.”“Take me there. Now.”He led her upstairs without another word. Vivian knocked hard.“Paige, it’s m

Marcus Sinclair watched his assistant leave the office and close the heavy mahogany door behind him. Privacy sealed, the three brothers faced one another across the polished conference table of Sinclair Holdings’ executive suite.“Can you see Vivian clearly now?” Nathan asked quietly.Marcus had always believed the latest evidence would be enough. Derek’s next words proved otherwise.“A single phone call doesn’t prove she ordered the attack on Naomi,” Derek said, voice low.Marcus’s brows drew together. “She spoke to Vivian right before the hit. What do you think they discussed the weather?”Derek fell silent. His jaw tightened. The last fragile hope he had clung to for years finally cracked and fell away.“I understand,” he said at last, disappointment raw in his eyes. “Do whatever you need to. I won’t stand in your way.”Nathan and Marcus exchanged a glance. They had waited a long time for this moment.“Good,” Nathan murmured. “It’s time you stopped protecting her.”Derek gave a bit

“Lily, I want to walk with you hand in hand.” Candy hurried to catch up and linked her arm through Lily’s with easy familiarity. Mr. Yates watched his daughter’s rare, open smile and felt a quiet weight lift from his chest. On the outside, though, his face stayed as cold and unreadable as ever. The two little girls walked ahead, chatting and laughing. The tall man in the perfectly tailored suit followed with a straight back and an expression so serious that people in the hospital corridor kept glancing back at him. Even though Lily had only been here once, she remembered every turn. She led them to the elevator, through the long hallway, and stopped outside Naomi Hart’s ward. The door was slightly ajar. Lily pushed it open and called out in a bright voice, “Mom, I’m out of school!” Her sweet tone cut through the sharp smell of disinfectant like summer fruit. “Lily.” Naomi already had her arms open. Lily ran the last few steps and climbed onto the bed, burying herself

As the silver needle slipped free, sensation slowly returned to Naomi Hart’s left leg.While she worked, Leo Reyes stayed right beside her.Noticing the faint tremor of exhaustion in her shoulders, he reached over with a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.On the other side of the city, the Cole residence.Sebastian Cole stepped out of the car. Vera Ashford followed close behind.She tipped her head back, taking in the solemn, imposing gates of the Cole family home. A flicker of pride sparked in her eyes.As long as Sebastian never uncovered the truth she had carefully buried, she could take her time. Sooner or later, the position of Mrs. Cole would be hers.Houses like this one she could have as many as she wanted.Even as her heart raced with quiet triumph, Vera kept her expression carefully blank and followed Sebastian inside.The butler appeared at once to greet them.Years of professional training could not quite hide the flash of surprise that crossed his face w