All Chapters of The Doting Bigwig: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

Theodore froze for a moment. Suddenly, Willow snapped out of it. She shook off his grip and stumbled back several steps. "Yes, it was the nanny you brought in. You did this on purpose!""Has Iris given birth?" Willow didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed and said, "You have another child! "My daughter is just a thorn in your side and a burden that gets in the way of your happiness. So, you and Iris teamed up to get rid of her."Theodore's face remained tense. "Calm down.""Calm down? Sure, you're always so calm!"Theodore, you're a cold, heartless bastard." Supported by Matthew, Willow glared fiercely at the man before her with hatred. "If Yasmine can't be found, I'll never forgive you!"The rain continued pouring down, soaking both of them. Without hesitation, Willow got into Matthew's car.In the rearview mirror, she could see Theodore's tall figure standing motionless in the rain, watching them leave. Willow turned her head away, refusing to look back.At the Bassett Res

"She's not here. Just tell me whatever it is."After that, there was a long silence on the other end of the line.Theodore had always been someone who could remain calm even if the sky was falling. To Matthew, he was ruthless and cold-hearted, a man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. However, Theodore's tone just now was filled with unmistakable grief.Matthew regretted it a bit, but it was already too late."Yasmine is dead," Theodore muttered through the pain.He was trying to suppress his emotions, but even then, he choked on his words as he couldn't hold it any longer."Don't tell Willow yet."Matthew abruptly grabbed Willow's arm and shouted urgently, "Willow!"Willow was already frail, so she collapsed against Matthew's chest, gasping for breath. Her breathing was very shallow and weak. She gripped Matthew's arm tightly. "T-Theodore… Y-You…""Willow!"Matthew regretted it so much. He quickly carried her up and went to the City Hospital.…Willow lay i

Willow's expression was dazed. She kept staring at the child in the young woman's arms.Fearing she might act impulsively, Matthew held her tightly. He spoke softly, trying to soothe her. "Let's go home, alright? We should head home."Perhaps it was because she was a mother herself, so she could understand the attachment. The young woman suddenly said, "My daughter's name is Lily. She's three months old. Would you like to hold her?"Willow nodded slightly. However, Matthew was still a bit worried. He asked, "Are you sure it's alright?""Of course! If it weren't for this lady, my daughter wouldn't be here."The young woman moved closer, giving the baby to Willow. "Lily, remember this day. This lady saved your life. When you learn how to talk in the future, you must thank her properly."The three-month-old baby had chubby cheeks and seemed completely unfazed by the recent accident. She stared at the people around her with curiosity.Willow took the baby in her arms with practiced

As Iris finished speaking, her strength seemed to drain away, and she slumped into Theodore's arms.Theodore watched Willow's figure recede into the distance, his brow knitting with concern. After a moment of hesitation, he made his decision. He scooped Iris up and began carrying her toward the cemetery's entrance.Without glancing back, Willow got into the car and told Matthew to drive away immediately. "Theodore picked this spot. It's beautiful here—peaceful, serene. Yasmine would have loved it."Matthew caught a glimpse of Willow's reddened eyes, but dismissed it, assuming she was simply grieving. As the car began to pull away from the cemetery parking lot, a familiar figure caught his attention. Theodore was walking in the opposite direction, carrying Iris in his arms.Matthew's face tensed up immediately. "Willow…"Willow was sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the window. Matthew instantly understood. Without a word, he stepped on the gas pedal and continued d

The sound of the whistle echoed from up ahead. A young man, in his early 20s, jumped down from the railing by the riverbank. He was decked out in trendy streetwear, his hair dyed the latest shade of gray. He stood in Willow's path with a playful grin. "All by yourself, miss?"Willow simply smiled and hummed in response."It's pretty dangerous to be out alone this late, you know.""So?""How about I buy you a drink? There's a great bar just around the corner.""Oh?" Willow arched an eyebrow. "I'm married with two kids. That doesn't bother you?""Why would it? As long as it doesn't bother you. Besides, it's a shame your husband lets his beautiful wife roam around alone at night." He opened a bottle of water for her. "Here, have some water.""Youth is such a blessing. You act without thinking about the consequences." Willow sighed.The young man barely had time to register her words before Willow grabbed his wrist. Her grip was precise, and he found himself unable to break free.