All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Meanwhile, in a small house on the outskirts of the city, filled with blooming roses, Mrs. Smith looked at her daughter with a complicated gaze. After a long time, she nodded slightly: "Alright, I'll consider what you've said. Both your father and I are reasonable people. Don't worry. As your mother, I will only do what's best for you." Flora nodded, not saying anything more. Her mother had said she would consider it, so it would be better not to press the matter further. "My daughter has truly grown up..." Her mother sighed softly, then pointed towards the basement stairs: "Go there and get me a basket for cutting flowers later. It's in the rack." Without questioning her mother's words, Flora went over there. But as she reached the top of the stairs, a crashing sound echoed behind her. A barrier had fallen, separating her from her mother. She looked at her mother in shock, seeing the calm expression on her face, she realized her mother was the one who had done this. "Mother...why.

Flora spotted the notebook. Initially, she had no intention of opening it, but in the end, curiosity prevailed. She tentatively turned the first page, intending to discover what sort of journal this was. "Could this be Charlie’s diary...? No, this is not Charlie's handwriting, it's Paul’s!" Her eyes widened, surprised. Being the mother of the two children, she could not possibly misidentify her children's handwriting. But it was a mystery why Paul’s notebook ended up in his younger brother’s possession. Every line of slanting, carefully written script filled the pages, its content inevitably bringing tears to the reader’s eyes. "Day... month... year..., today is beautiful. Grandma said that I am still too young to help mom. When Charlie and I grow up, mom won’t have to struggle like she does now.” "Day... month... year..., it's sunny. Today, I met a very strange man, he looks a lot like Charlie. Or is it that Charlie looks a lot like him? It's hard to figure out.” "So it tur

Flora bit her lip, fighting back tears. Her voice choked up: "What... what can I do?" "If she can maintain a positive mental state and accept the treatment, there might be a glimmer of hope." "And if her spirits lift, when is the next surgery due?" This was what Flora cared about most at the moment. Having a clear understanding of the little one's condition, Andrey quickly provided a timeline: "In two weeks." That was the earliest possible. Flora nodded, memorizing this date, ready to report back to Madam Eirlys. Having covered the main issue, she asked: "May I speak to her?" "Not at the moment." Andrey responded swiftly. He added after a pause, sensing his answer was not satisfactory: "She's sleeping. I'll talk to Matthew later, tell him to call you back. You know everything now, you can reach him directly." After hanging up, Andrey immediately relayed the news to Matthew that Flora was now aware of everything. "She knows?" Matthew seemed taken aback. He had hidden from Flora

Matthew slightly bowed his head, staring at the profile of the woman walking beside him. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Flora, I'm sorry…" Flora stared straight ahead, nearly making Matthew believe she hadn't heard him. As he was about to repeat himself, she abruptly responded: "You didn't trust me." It was a statement, not a question: "You didn't trust me and didn't listen to my explanation. Do you know how important trust is in a relationship?" Matthew hadn't known how important it was before. But now, he knew. He had experienced it himself. "Things won't be the same from now on." he stated emphatically: "That was my mistake. I will change. From now on... whatever you do, I will trust and support you. Can you forgive me?" He didn't dare plead or beg, only managing to ask in the most nonchalant and casual tone he could muster. He didn't impose on Flora, let alone dared force her to make a choice whether to forgive or not. He had made up his mind that even if she did n

She exited Paul's infirmary area, moving directly towards Hubert's room and knocked on the door. "Young lady, why are you here at this hour?" Hubert appeared, probably having just gotten out of bed, his hair a mess, clothes disheveled, devoid of his usual polished appearance. But Flora paid no heed to his appearance. As soon as the door opened, she blurted out: "Help me mobilize manpower to pinpoint Winky's exact location." She added after a beat: "You have thirty minutes, sooner if possible." "Winky? Do you mean... Winky, the underworld assassin? Who do you intend to deal with?" Hubert shook his head: "Winky works for the Whites, he's untouchable. If there's someone you want to deal with, you can tell me, and I will…" "The one I want to deal with is Winky. He stole the stem cells for Paul's graft, I need to find him and bring him back." Flora interrupted him, no time for pleasantries. Meanwhile, Matthew stood outside the room where Selena was confined, separated by one-way glass.