All Chapters of Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Before I could answer, Martha stepped forward. ”Madam, you need to calm down,” she said firmly. "Sir Franco brought Connor to the hospital immediately. No one is to blame."Celine's anger gradually subsided as Martha explained that Connor's illness was unexpected.“Celine, we were just playing and he suddenly became pale so I checked him immediately. He told me he was not feeling well so I bring him immediately to the hospital, “I explained, hoping she would understand.But she didn't answer me."He has an anemia,"I said.As I watched Celine and Martha take turns comforting Connor, I felt a sense of relief. Despite the uncertainty and fear, we were all there for him. I would do whatever it took to ensure that Connor received the best possible care and that he knew how loved he was.Suddenly, the doctor entered the room, his expression grim. “Connor will need a blood transfusion,” he announced.Martha's eyes fell upon me. “Sir Franco, you're a match,” she said hesitantly.I was stunned

I couldn't shake the feeling that Celine was hiding something. Why was she so resistant to giving me any information about his father?As I drove my way home, my mind was full of thoughts about Connor's father. Where could I find Michael Chua? Was he even still alive? What was his background? I felt like I was in a puzzle with missing pieces, each one leading me further down a rabbit hole of mystery and unanswered questions.I knew I wasn't perfect, but I genuinely cared for Connor. He was the only thing that brought me joy after all the problems of the company that I’m facing right now. He filled the void in my heart. I longed for a son of my own, and seeing Connor happy fueled that desire. I was determined to be a good father figure to him, even if it meant going against Celine's wishes.I don’t understand my feelings right now. There had to be a reason why she was so fiercely protective of Connor's past. Was she afraid of the truth coming out? Was there something about his father t

CELINE'S POVAround 3pm in the afternoon, Martha and Connor just arrived and my heart sink as Connor skipped into the house with his head hanging low. The usually buoyant steps that filled me with joy now echoed a profound sadness that tugged at my core.“Mommy, I don't want to go to school anymore,” he whispered, his tiny voice filled with a fragility that belied his age. His big brown eyes, once filled with laughter and mischief, were now clouded with unshed tears.“What's the matter, my love?” I asked, my heart heavy with concern. “Did something happen at school today?”Connor hesitated, his lips trembling slightly before he blurted out the words that cut me like a knife, “My teacher said we're having a family day on Monday, and she asked us about our fathers. Everyone said they have dads, but I don't.”A wave of guilt and sorrow washed over me as I witnessed the pain etched on my son's face. I had always known that Connor would eventually face questions about his father, but I had

This day he needed to pretend to be Connor’s father so that the teachers and friends of Connor would not bully him on the family day today.A few moments later, the rumble of an engine drew my attention. A sleek black sedan pulled up beside us, and the window rolled down, revealing Franco's familiar smirk.His eyes twinkling with amusement. “Hop in, shall we?”I hesitated for a moment, my pride clashing with the pragmatism of the situation. I had initially refused Franco's offer to drive us, adamant that the facade of a happy family should not be perpetuated. But Connor's eagerness and the prying eyes of his classmates swayed me.“Fine,” I sighed, mustering a half-hearted smile. “But only to make a point.”Connor squealed with delight and jumped into the backseat. Franco leaned forward and patted Connor's head.“Glad to have you aboard, champ.”I slid into the passenger seat, my gaze fixed out the window. Franco's presence made me uncomfortable, but I knew it was for the best. For Con

CELINE'S POV The morning sun peeked through the cracks in the blinds, casting a warm glow over my slumbering form. I stretched languidly, my body is still heavy with sleep. As I rolled over, I noticed my five-year-old son, Connor, sound asleep beside me, his tiny hand curled around mine. A surge of tenderness washed over me as I gazed at his peaceful face. 'Good morning, sleepyhead,' I whispered, gently shaking him awake. Connor's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me with a sleepy smile. 'Good morning, Mommy,' he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. 'Are you ready for a fun day?' I asked. 'Yes!' Connor exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 'Can we go to the park?' I chuckled. 'Of course, we can go to the park. But first, we need to get you ready for the day.' I helped Connor out of bed and into the bathroom. As I brushed his teeth, he chattered excitedly about all the things he wanted to do at the park. My heart swelled with joy as I listened to his innocent laugh