Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Doctor's Unwilling Wife : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter ninety-one SethDaniel arrived at my room with a folder tucked beneath his arm and the expression he wore whenever he had discovered something interesting but wasn't yet certain what it meant.I was sitting up in bed, attempting to read through a hospital report. Emily occupied the chair beside the window, scrolling through her phone.She looked up as Daniel entered."Please tell me you have something useful," she said.Daniel placed the folder on my bed table."I have something we can verify. Whether it's useful enough to solve anything is another question.""You're becoming as frustrating as Seth," Emily muttered.I glanced at her. "I'll take that as a compliment.""Don't."Daniel pulled a chair closer."Remember the private business gathering Tristan mentioned?""Yes," I replied. "The one where he claims he overheard someone discussing my removal from the hospital.""Exactly. I found a possible event matching his description. It was a healthcare investment reception held s

Chapter ninety-threeEmilyThe next morning, I found Seth sitting against the pillows, his laptop balanced on his thighs and a frown etched across his face.For a man who had spent days fighting his way back from death, he had an irritating determination to return to work before his body was ready.“Are you planning to recover or take over the entire hospital from that bed?” I asked, setting his medication and a glass of water on the bedside table.His eyes lifted from the screen.“Good morning to you too, Mrs. Hernandez.”“Take your medication.”“Is that an order from my wife or the co-president of Healing Grace and Gifted Hands?”“Would you prefer it from your doctor?”He closed the laptop halfway. “You aren't my doctor.”“Exactly. So imagine how much worse your day would be if I were.”A faint smile touched his lips as he accepted the medication.I watched him swallow it before taking the laptop from his hands.“Emily.”“Seth.”“I was working.”“And I was saving you from yourself.”

Chapter ninety-five Emily“Daniel, find out everything you can about that bracelet.”Seth's voice followed us into the car, his expression hard enough to discourage questions.Daniel, seated in front, turned slightly. “I'm already on it. But we need to be careful. Marcus identified a bracelet, not a person. We can't assume the man outside the maintenance office was the same man seen near the trailer.”“I know,” Seth replied. “Find out anyway.”I sat beside my husband, replaying the meeting in my mind.A man had instructed a technician to leave a faulty camera alone. Someone else had supposedly handled the follow-up. Days later, a vehicle connected to the hospital had been stolen, and Seth had nearly died in an accident that might not have been an accident at all.Now, a bracelet connected two separate accounts.It wasn't proof, but it was the closest we had come to finding a direction that made sense.“Do you think Marcus was telling the truth?” I asked.Seth turned toward me.“I thi

chapter ninety-sevenEmilyI read the email for the fifth time, hoping the words would somehow reveal something we had missed.Please ensure the administrative corridor camera remains unavailable until further notice. The matter has already been approved.Two initials sat beneath the message.M. H.Two letters, yet they had managed to pull us deeper into a situation that had already taken my husband away from me for eleven days.“Can the original email be traced?” I asked.Daniel nodded. “The maintenance company is checking its archived server records. The copy they sent us was retrieved from an internal correspondence folder, so we need to confirm the original sender and whether the message was forwarded or altered.”“How long will that take?”“I've asked them to treat it as urgent.”Seth shifted against the pillows, his expression dark.“Whoever sent it knew the camera was important enough to keep unavailable.”“Or they had another reason,” Daniel reminded him. “We shouldn't decide

chapter ninety-nineEmilyDaniel arrived at the penthouse shortly after nine the next morning, carrying a folder that looked considerably thinner than the answers I expected it to contain.I eyed it suspiciously.“Please tell me you have something useful.”He placed the folder on the table. “Good morning to you too, Emily.”“Good morning. Now tell me.”Seth, who was seated on the couch with a blanket over his legs, chuckled.“You should be nicer to the man bringing us information.”“I'll be nicer when the information stops arriving in pieces.”Daniel pulled out a chair.“Unfortunately, the pieces are all we have.”I sat opposite him, my attention fixed on the folder.“Show me.”He removed a photocopy of the building's incident report.“The security contractor reported that a temporary visitor pass hadn't been returned by the expected time. The report was filed the following morning.”“Who issued the pass?”“That's what we're trying to establish. The register records the name M. Hale,