บททั้งหมดของ Breaking the ice : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The morning sun shone brightly through the clean windows of the private hangar at London Stansted Airport. The sky above was a soft, pale blue, without a single dark cloud in sight.Outside on the tarmac, the large private jet sat ready. Its white paint reflected the clear morning light, and the twin engines hummed quietly as the flight crew made their final pre flight checks.A spacious grey medical van pulled up right beside the airstairs.The rear doors opened smoothly. Two polite paramedics helped Claire step down onto the pavement. She wore a soft lavender sweater and dark trousers, looking relaxed and healthy. Her skin had recovered its natural, warm color, her cheeks were full, and she breathed easily without any oxygen tubes or bulky medical equipment.The heart valve repair procedure two weeks ago at Wellington Hospital had been a complete success. Dr. Reynolds and his top surgical team had repaired the damage perfectly, removing all the bad effects left behind by the fake cl

Dr. Chen wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his clean arm. The tired lines around his eyes softened into a warm, reassuring look."She is alive," Dr. Chen said, his voice deep and clear in the quiet waiting room. "The open heart reconstruction was a complete success. We repaired the collapsed muscle tissue, removed every trace of the old damage, and stabilized her heart rhythm."Ethan let out a long, shuddering gasp. His knees buckled under the sudden, overwhelming wave of relief, but Adrian caught him instantly, holding Ethan tightly against his broad chest."Thank you, Doctor," Adrian said, his own voice thick with raw emotion as he held Ethan steady. "Thank you so much.""She is being moved to the cardiac intensive care unit right now," Dr. Chen explained softly. "The next forty eight hours are crucial for her recovery. But her heart is beating strong, pure, and steady on its own again."Ethan buried his face in Adrian’s shoulder, sobbing tears of pure joy and gratitude. Th

The morning sun rose bright and cold over Manhattan, filling the master bedroom of the brownstone with a soft, silver light.Inside the quiet room, Ethan lay under the heavy duvet. His face was relaxed, his breathing deep and slow. The constant, heavy weight of fear that had rested on his chest for months was completely gone. Beside him, Adrian was fast asleep, one large, warm arm draped gently over Ethan’s waist, keeping him close.When Ethan opened his eyes, he did not feel a sudden jolt of panic. He did not worry about secret debts, fake clinics, or sudden phone calls from London. Maxwell Harrington was locked away in a high security federal cell, unable to make bail, while federal prosecutors finalized his trial date. The dark shadow had vanished.Ethan turned his head slightly and looked at Adrian’s calm face. He raised his hand, letting his fingers lightly touch Adrian’s soft hair. On his fourth finger, the platinum wedding band felt smooth, solid, and warm against his skin.Adr

The cold winter months gave way to the soft warmth of early spring. Across Manhattan, green buds bloomed along the branches of Central Park, and the daily life inside the brownstone was quiet, steady, and peaceful. While Adrian worked to expand Vance Global's legal charity foundations, Ethan spent his long afternoons in his sunlit studio on the top floor of the house. He was not writing fiction anymore. years ago, during the dark days of his life, Ethan had picked up a professional 35mm film camera. It had started as a simple way to cope with his anxiety. Whenever the fear became too heavy, Ethan had held the camera, looking through the lens to capture small, honest moments of real life. He had taken hundreds of photographs. He had taken photos of his mother, Claire, sitting by the window in her soft cardigan, her thin face gradually regaining its full, healthy color as her heart healed. He had captured raw photos of Adrian late at night in his home office jacket off, hair messy,

The crisp autumn air turned colder as October gave way to November.At the stone house in Westchester, life had settled into a quiet, beautiful rhythm. Ethan’s new glass photography studio was fully set up in the backyard. Every morning, sunlight poured through the high windows, illuminating rows of newly developed prints hanging neatly to dry. The hardcover edition of The Road to Redemption was still topping best seller lists across the country, but inside their home, everything remained grounded, calm, and peaceful.For Adrian, the new month marked the official start of the hockey preseason.As the star captain of the Titans, Adrian’s days were once again packed with grueling ice practices, team strategy sessions, and intense media briefings. The organization was completely clean now. Maxwell’s toxic influence was entirely gone, replaced by honest management and strict integrity. Under Adrian’s steady leadership, the team was stronger, tighter, and more focused than ever.Every year