บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Ruthless Reclamation : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

For several seconds, Elena could hear nothing except the alarm pulsing through the corridor.Her mother’s voice had vanished from the speakers, but the warning remained.Do not let Alexander Sterling open the final door.She looked at her husband. Alexander stood motionless, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the ceiling speaker. He looked like a man who had just discovered that the ground beneath his feet had never been solid.“Alexander,” she whispered.He turned toward her.“Did you know?”“No.”The answer came immediately, but Elena noticed the tension in his face. She had learned to recognize the difference between his anger and his fear. This was fear, carefully buried beneath the composure he showed the world.“I swear to you, Elena, I have never heard that recording before.”She wanted to believe him. She did believe him. But after everything they had uncovered about their families, belief alone no longer felt like enough.Adrian stepped between them, his attention fixed o

“Father?”Alexander’s voice came out barely above a whisper.For twenty years, he had carried the memory of a funeral, a closed coffin, and a father whose death had supposedly left Sterling Global on the edge of collapse. He had learned to bury his grief beneath work, ambition, and the relentless need to prove that he could survive without the man he had lost.Now that same voice had called his name from behind a locked door.“Alexander, don't open it!” the man shouted.A heavy impact followed. Someone grunted in pain, and the speaker crackled.Alexander rushed toward the steel door.“Father! Can you hear me?”“I can hear you, son.”Alexander stopped breathing for a moment.Son.The word he had not heard from his father in twenty years struck him harder than any accusation Richard could have made.“I'm getting you out,” Alexander promised.“No.” His father's voice was strained. “You need to listen to me. Whatever Victor tells you, do not let him separate you from Elena.”Alexander gla

“Stop Adrian from opening the final file.”The young woman's words continued to echo in Elena's mind long after the monitor went silent.She stared at her brother, searching his face for an explanation. Adrian had helped them escape the security system, risked his life to find Daniel, and brought them closer to their mother than they had ever been. Yet the woman on the screen had looked at him as though he were the one person she feared most.Adrian slowly shook his head.“I've never seen her before.”Elena wanted to believe him, but the terror in his expression unsettled her.“Then why did she say your name?”“I don't know!”His voice cracked, and he turned away from them.Alexander moved between the siblings before their argument could begin. “We aren't going to solve anything by accusing each other. We need to find out who that woman is and why she's being held at Northwick.”“She's our sister,” Elena said. “Our mother said she was alive, and now we've seen her. I'm not leaving her

The gunshot tore through the mansion.“Elena!”Alexander lunged toward his wife, knocking her behind the filing cabinet as the bullet struck the wooden wall where she had been standing. Splinters exploded across the room, and Amara screamed.For one terrifying second, nobody moved.Then the real Richard Sterling dragged Amara backward toward the staircase, keeping his gun trained on Alexander.“Stay where you are!” he barked.Alexander slowly raised his hands. His heart hammered against his ribs, but his eyes remained fixed on Amara.“Let her go.”Richard laughed coldly. “You always did mistake courage for intelligence.”“She's innocent.”“None of us are innocent, Alexander. That's what you still don't understand.”Elena rose behind the filing cabinet, ignoring the sharp pain in her knee from the fall. She searched for something she could use as a weapon, but the room offered little beyond heavy folders and rusted equipment.Then she noticed the impersonator.He was no longer standing

For a moment, Elena thought she had misunderstood Daniel.Alexander stood beside the table, staring at the photograph as though the face of the newborn child might somehow reveal the truth. His expression was unreadable, but she knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his jaw.“Explain,” Alexander demanded.Daniel didn't answer immediately. He picked up the photograph, turned it over, and studied the faded writing again.“Twenty years ago, Northwick Medical Annex maintained a private ward for children connected to the Ashbourne Trust. Most of the records were falsified. Some patients were transferred under different names, while others disappeared entirely.”“I'm aware of what happened at Northwick,” Alexander replied. “I want to know why you're saying I was kept in Room 18.”“Because your original medical record was there.”Alexander went still.“My medical record?”“Your grandfather arranged for you to be examined at Northwick when you were a baby. Officially, it was a priv