All Chapters of FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The warm morning sunlight filled the estate’s ground-floor library, lighting up the quiet room. Outside, a gentle autumn breeze moved through the tall maple trees, sending dry golden leaves across the wide stone terrace.Amelia stood beside the long mahogany table, carefully arranging a vase of fresh white lilies from the conservatory. The house had become calm again after the tension of the previous evening. Nathan had left for the city early, looking calm and well-dressed. Over breakfast, he had assured her that the Vanguard Peak issue was now being handled by the senior legal team."You're making marvelous progress with those lilies, Amelia," Grace said warmly, stepping through the open double doors with a silver tray bearing two china cups of chamomile tea. She set the tray down on a side table near the window. "The room smells absolutely wonderful.""Thank you, Grace," Amelia smiled, picking up her shears and dropp

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"Thomas has the corporate sedan waiting under the front portico, Nathan," Grace said warmly, stepping into the sunlit breakfast room with a woven basket of warm, freshly baked cinnamon pastries. "Will you be home in time for dinner tonight? Zane was asking before breakfast if you could read him a story before bed.""I'll be back by six sharp, Mother," Nathan replied smoothly, setting his fine china espresso cup down on its saucer with a quiet click and offering Grace a warm, reassuring smile. "The injunction filings are being delivered to the chancery court clerk at nine, and my senior partners are confident the presiding judge will issue an immediate stay by mid-afternoon. The entire Vanguard Peak situation is moving precisely according to plan."Amelia sat across from him at the long mahogany dining table, both hands wrapped tightly around a porcelain mug of hot black tea. She said nothing. Her eyes stayed on the pale brown li

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"I brought the evening financial summaries up from the courier pouch, Nathan," Marcus said smoothly, stepping into the dim, wood-paneled study and placing a thin leather folder on the corner of the heavy executive desk. "The chancery court docket updated right before five o'clock."Nathan sat behind the desk, his charcoal jacket discarded over the leather armchair, his tie loosened at his collar. He didn't look up immediately from his laptop screen, his fingers clicking rapidly against the keyboard. "Did the clerk issue the temporary stay on the Vanguard Peak voting rights?""The judge deferred the ruling until Monday morning, Nathan," Marcus replied, his voice completely calm and unbothered as he stood with his hands folded loosely behind his back. "Senior counsel left a memo stating they need additional documentation regarding the secondary escrow sweep."Nathan stopped typing. He closed his laptop screen halfway, his

Amelia's POV (Third Person)The pantry service staircase was dark. It smelled of old cedar and damp stone. The air got colder with every step down.Amelia moved fast, but she made no sound. Her left palm stayed on the cool plaster wall to guide her. Her right hand held the hem of her skirt up so she wouldn't trip. The wood creaked faintly under her bare feet.Above her, through the thick floorboards, she could hear voices. Nathan. And the county deputy. Their voices were low and heavy. A door closed hard. Someone was arguing.Down here, it was dead quiet.She reached the small landing at the bottom. The brass latch on the archive door was heavy and cold. She had to use both hands to pull it. The door groaned. The lower archive basement opened up in front of her. It was a long, narrow room. Floor-to-ceiling iron shelves on both sides, forming tight aisles. The shelves were packed with old leather-bound books and clean white archi

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"Drink this, Grace," Amelia said softly, setting a steaming mug of chamomile tea on the bedside table.Grace sat against the soft velvet headboard of her bedroom, her grey eyes empty as she stared through the tall bay window at the driveway. The red and blue lights of the patrol cars were slowly disappearing into the autumn mist. She reached out with a trembling hand and took the mug without saying a word.The quiet click of the bedroom door announced Marcus as he stepped into the room. He adjusted his sweater, his face calm and unreadable as he walked toward the foot of the bed."The deputy sheriff and the forensic team have completed the initial seal on the lower archives," Marcus reported smoothly, his deep voice carrying a comforting, steady weight. "They have placed red custody tags on the primary vault doors until Monday morning.""Did they take anything?" Grace asked, her voice raspy and faint. "Did they