บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Reclaimed Love: My Ex-Lover Is A Powerful Lawyer: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Jake Norton had been about to turn and leave when he happened to hear Quinn’s phone conversation. From the little bits that he got, he assumed the man who called was Quinn’s editor and he was giving her a hard time about when she would release her book. Jake watched as Quinn sighed helplessly. The woman he had come to know as strong looked so vulnerable in that moment. Knowing with everything that had been going on, Quinn wouldn’t be able to focus on her work fully until her friend was better. Jake thought her editor should have been more understanding, after all, Quinn had made a lot of money for the publishing company through her books. So, after Quinn returned to the ward, Jake took out his phone and called an acquaintance, Josh Collins, who was the owner of the best novel publishing company. He cleared his throat and said, “Hey, Josh. I remember you had asked me to invest in your company and buy some shares. Does that offer still stand?”“Um… well, I-”“Wait,” Jake stopped his

Claire awoke to a handsome face smiling down at her. Immediately, relief washed over her and a smile crossed her lips. “My love... you’re alive,” she remarked, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears as she looked up into familiar cerulean blue eyes. Oliver smiled warmly and cupped Claire’s cheek. He said, “Of course, I’m alive. I have a wife and daughter waiting for me... I would choose living with you... growing old with you... over anything in the world."The couple simply looked into each other’s eyes, sharing a special moment as their eyes relayed what the other was feeling. Just after he woke up, Oliver asked for a wheelchair and his friends helped him to get to Claire's ward. He stayed by her side, watching as she slept for hours all the while ignoring the pain in his chest. Everyone tried to talk him into returning to his ward to rest, but Oliver wanted to see and talk to Claire before sleeping again. He was afraid he might go into another coma and not have the chance to talk

Doctor Harriet’s face turned serious as she studied the screen. Her eyebrows creased as she moved the probe over Claire’s stomach. She sighed heavily, noticing the large growths that seemed to be closing in on the fetus in Claire’s womb. From her years of experience, she knew these types of growths in the womb would sooner or later cause a miscarriage. Her patient was already bleeding, which was a threatening abortion case. Instead of giving the couple false hope, she told them the truth, saying, “I suggest you terminate this pregnancy. You won’t be able to carry this baby to full term.” Claire gasped before looking at her husband. She shook her head and objected, “No. I was told if I stayed in bed and took care of myself, I would deliver this baby.” “The chances are slim. Even if you did manage to overcome the struggles that this pregnancy would come with, we will have to cut you open at six or seven months. The fibroids are growing too and soon, there won’t be enough room for you

“Mommy!” Thalia rushed into the ward after Katherine put her down. She gently wrapped an arm around Claire in an attempt to hug her before saying, “I missed you, Mommy. I wish I can hug you tight but Grandma said it might hurt my little baby brother or sister.” Claire’s eyes watered with tears when she saw her daughter. They had talked over a video call but it was different to see her in person. She reached over and carried Thalia, placing her on the bed next to her before holding her tight. “Mommy missed you too, Thalia… don’t worry, you’re not heavy for mommy and your little baby brother or sister wants a hug from big sis too,” Claire remarked. “Grandma told me you and Daddy need to stay in the hospital to take care of the baby,” Thalia said while looking up at Claire. “Yes, we do… however, Daddy will come and spend time with you just like before,” Claire promised. As much as they wanted to focus on keeping her pregnancy safe, they didn’t want Thalia to feel neglected and alone.

When they got on the ferry, Armando felt like something was off. He scanned the place and saw a man in one corner who seemed like a tourist going to an island. Another man who was dressed in casual clothing with a cap on his head was seated in front and chatting with a friend. The rest seemed to be minding their own business, taking pictures of the blue waters or the sky or reading a book as the ferry moved across the sea. To normal people, there would be nothing strange about this scene. However, as a hardcore criminal who had been in the cartel for most of his life, Armando could sniff a cop from a distance. No one on this ferry was a civilian. They were cops in disguise who were there to arrest them. It seemed Diana had been followed after all and she was none the wiser.Armando gulped, glancing at Diana. His stomach twisted as worry for her crept into him. She loved a soft life… she wouldn’t survive in jail. How could he let her get captured only for her to go and live a life sh