All Chapters of Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

★★★★★"Damon, what is the meaning of this?" Cindy’s voice rang out, echoing through the grand hallway as she stormed into the dining room where Damon and Dante were having breakfast. Her eyes flashed with fury as she approached the table, her hand shaking as she slammed a stack of papers in front of Damon. "How could you do this to me? The moment Grandfather falls ill, you decide to take advantage, doing whatever you please. What have I ever done to deserve this?" Her voice broke, the anger giving way to a deep hurt that she struggled to contain.Damon looked up from his plate, his expression calm, almost indifferent as he sliced through a piece of bacon. "I've noticed some rather unusual transactions from your account, Cindy," he said coolly, barely glancing at the papers she had thrown down. "Large sums of money being transferred to someone I don’t recognize. I’m not interested in asking you where, or why, but as of now, you’re not authorized to make any further transfers. With Gran

★★★★★"Mom, why can’t I go with you to see Grandfather?" Payne asked, trailing behind her mother, her small hand tugging at her sleeve. "Since he’s not staying in the house anymore, there shouldn’t be a problem with me talking to him, right?"Jasmine paused, turning to face her daughter. Her innocent eyes searched hers, filled with a longing she couldn’t easily dismiss. She knelt down to her level, her voice gentle yet firm as she explained, "Sweetheart, I can’t be sure if Grandfather is in a condition to speak right now. He’s very unwell, and it might be hard for you to see him like that.""But if he can talk, you’ll take me next time? Promise?" Payne’s voice was a mix of hope and insistence, her young heart determined to see his grandfather.Jasmine smiled softly as she said, "Yes, Payne. If Grandfather is well enough, I promise I’ll take you with me next time.""Alright," Payne murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment. She sank into the couch, curling her legs beneath her. "T

★★★★Jasmine stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribcage as the scene before her slowly sank in. "No... this can’t be real. I’m not seeing this," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she placed a trembling hand over her chest. Her once rosy cheeks had turned ashen, and her breath hung in the cold air like fragile wisps of mist. Her mind fought against the reality her eyes couldn’t deny, the sight of her father’s lifeless body sprawled out on the hospital bed.The doctor, his voice detached and clinical, broke the heavy silence. "His neck was broken, and there was significant internal bleeding in the brain. Those injuries were the primary cause of death."Jasmine snapped her head toward the doctor, her voice laced with a rising panic. "He was killed, wasn’t he?"The doctor met her gaze, his tone unwavering. "Such injuries aren't self-inflicted. Cancer wasn’t what ended his life."Her knees nearly buckled beneath her as she took in the cold, unfeeling truth. She turned b

★★★★★ As Phil and Damon screeched to a halt outside the hospital, the tension between them was palpable. They barely managed to slam the car doors shut before charging toward the main entrance, their urgency clear in the hard set of their jaws. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant and the low hum of fluorescent lights. When they reached the reception desk, surprisingly it was a man sitting there instead of the woman who had guided Jasmine earlier. Phil leaned forward, his voice laced with an edge of impatience. "What is Ronald Cooper's ward number? And can you tell me if his daughter is with him?" The man, seemingly unfazed by the rush, glanced up briefly before turning his attention to the computer. His fingers danced across the keyboard with a disconcerting calmness. "Just a moment," he replied. After a few clicks, he finally spoke, his tone monotonous and detached. "Mr. Cooper was admitted five days ago, brought in by his daughter and mother. Th

★★★★★Jasmine’s voice cracked as she unleashed the fury that had been festering inside her for far too long. "He did everything for you and your mother," she spat, her words slicing through the tension in the room like a blade. "He betrayed my mother, turned his back on everything for you people, and what did he get in return? A broken neck and internal bleeding! He was dying already. You didn’t have to go and kill him like that. It wasn’t enough that he was already suffering?"Kesha leaned back, her eyes narrowing as a cold smile curled her lips, the kind that never quite reached her eyes. "Why are you so concerned with a dead man, Jasmine? Shouldn’t you be more worried about yourself, about what’s coming next?" Her voice was smooth, almost mocking, as if she took pleasure in Jasmine’s rage. "You think you can make us feel guilty with your accusations? Nah! What you should be doing is begging for mercy, because what’s about to happen to you... well, let's just say, you won’t be able