All Chapters of Pregnant With the Billionaire's Forgotten Baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The boardroom remained frozen for several seconds after Richard delivered the news.Damien felt every eye shift between the two of them. The folder of documents still lay open on the table, pages slightly disordered from the earlier handling. The air carried the sharp scent of coffee gone cold and the low electrical hum of the climate system.Richard recovered first. The crack in his expression sealed itself, and the familiar controlled tone returned.“This is an internal family matter that has no place in a formal session,” he said. “I recommend we adjourn until the medical review can proceed under proper conditions and any additional statements can be vetted through counsel.”The chair hesitated. Several directors looked at the documents still spread across the polished surface. The youngest director spoke before the silence could harden into procedure.“If a principal family member is prepared to address the same events under discussion, the board should hear him. We already have c

The north sensor pulsed again—longer this time, more deliberate.Damien did not waste the second. “Full extraction. Now. Tunnel first. Vehicle second. No debate.”Elena already had Noah’s jacket in her hands. She dropped to one knee and helped the boy into it without explaining more than he needed. Noah’s face was pale but set; he had learned the rhythm of sudden movement over the last days and no longer asked why.Gabriel’s voice came through the earpiece, overlapping the operator’s radio. “North signature is moving in a slow grid. Two heat marks, possibly three. They’re staying outside the inner alarm line but they’re mapping the wall seams. East decoy is still active—pulling nothing. They ignored it.”“Because the first probe told them where not to look,” Damien said. He sealed the folder and the new envelope into the center of the go-bag and slung it across his chest. “We’re coming out the secondary. Have the car on the tunnel mouth the moment we clear.”“Already rolling.”Elena s

Noah’s question hung in the quiet room.Damien did not answer it immediately. He locked the phone and set it face-down on the narrow windowsill, buying the few seconds he needed to choose words that would not add more weight to a five-year-old’s shoulders.Elena spoke first, her voice calm and practical. “At nightfall we will be somewhere they can’t reach us as easily. That’s what happens.”Noah looked between them, not fully satisfied but willing to accept the answer for now. He pulled the blanket higher and rested his head against Elena’s arm. The trust he offered was still cautious, still measured in small increments.Damien turned from the window. The light outside had shifted toward late gold. Shadows along the fence line had begun to lengthen. Nightfall was no longer an abstract deadline. It was a countable set of hours.“We don’t wait for it,” he said quietly to Elena. “Richard expects us to spend the remaining time reinforcing this location or running again. Both keep us react

Damien kept both hands visible and his body angled so he could see Richard and Crowe at the same time. The syringe case in Crowe’s hand was small, clinical, and steady. No theatrics. The man held it the way he had once held a chart at the foot of a hospital bed.“Dr. Crowe,” Damien said. The name felt clean in the open air, stripped of the careful distance the official records had always given it. “You were supposed to be in Zurich.”Crowe’s expression remained polite, almost mild. “Zurich was a useful location on paper. In practice I never needed to leave the state. Continuity of care is important. When a protocol is interrupted, results become unpredictable.”Richard stayed leaning against the dark sedan, the receipt and lighter still on the roof beside the recorder. He watched the exchange with the detached interest of a man confirming that every piece had arrived in the correct order.Damien’s voice stayed level. “The protocol ended the day I started remembering. You’re too late.”

The message did not need to be read twice.Damien stood at the kitchen table with the hard case closed under his hand and the words still hanging in the air between the three of them. Elena had gone very still. Noah looked from one adult face to the other and waited.Gabriel’s voice remained on the open channel, low and precise. “We have a probable location. The Ashford private records annex—old estate grounds, north wing, subterranean level. It was used for family-only documents that never entered the company archive. Richard still holds primary access. Dawn is five hours and twelve minutes out.”Damien ended the channel with a short acknowledgment and looked at Elena.“He’s using my father the same way he tried to use the files and the photographs,” he said. “As a lever. The demand is designed to put me on ground he controls, alone, while the public side of the story is still settling.”Elena’s arms were folded tightly across her chest. “And if you don’t go?”“Then he escalates agai