All Chapters of Mommy, I've found daddy.: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

MADAME BROWNE'S POV As I steered awake, the receding beeps of a life machine blared into my ears. Stretching my fingers, I blocked out the noise and winced out as a low groan tore through my lips. My eyelids pulled open and as I glared at the room I was in, realization pulled into my veins.I was in a hospital.A god-damned hospital room.I shook my head countless times in disbelief as I glanced around. The sight of hospital beds and the reeking scent of disinfectant confirmed each and every one of my fears. Where was Lucas? Did he kill Xavier and most importantly, why was I here?As I tried to recall all that had happened the day before, I heard the sound of voices outside the room. “She is coming around sir. Within the next two days, she should be able to walk and function well that way, she can be discharged earlier.”The voice that had just spoken was obviously that of a doctor or some male nurse. The level of coldness in it was enough to hint that the person speaking clearly di

ELLA'S POV I was busy making breakfast when I heard the sound of Ivy's voice calling unto me. I turned my gaze from the dishes I was preparing. The soft scent of bacon wafted through the kitchen as I darted my gaze in her direction.Ivy stood by the door frame, her hair packed up into ponytails. She had a dull look on her face and as I glanced at her, I couldn't help it but ask. “What's wrong darling?” My voice sliced through the air as she paced towards me. Once she got closer, I bent over to grab her.I raised her into my arms and as I did that, I heard her tummy rumble. “Oh, I see where the problem is.” I said and turned my gaze back to the bacon. It was now crispy brown meaning it had fully cooked and I didn't need to wait any longer.I walked back to the stools arranged around the kitchen counter and placed Ivy in it. I paced over to the refrigerator and opened it's door. A cold chilly breeze hit me like a gust of wind as I stretched my fingers and grabbed two red apples from th

MR MCKINNEY'S POV(Long chapter ahead. The cost of coins might slightly vary from the normal prices but the information conveyed in the chapters are worth it) “We are very sorry sir.” The voice of the police officer standing close to me crept into my ears as I ran my fingers over my mustache. Rage seared into my veins as my chest heaved heavily. “I still don't understand how Lucas could have fled the prison.” “How do you explain it?” I barked at him angrily and began pacing around the hallway. I still couldn't believe the police team had lost him. They'd let him slip out of their grip. Now that he was on the loose, a lot could happen. Bad things could happen.If anyone knew what Lucas was capable of, it would be me. He had the mind of a viper and after getting arrested, revenge was going to be the only thing in his mind. Now that he says out, that was in reach. He was probably already cooking up another scheme now. Oh wait, I just remembered. Madame Browne was no longer by side. Sh

Ella's POVI went about my nightly routine like a robot that was almost out of battery.I didn't want to think of what had just happened downstairs, or the strange visitor that was now currently in the house with us.My mind kept asking one question: why? Why was she back here again? Why was she allowed?I managed to shower and got dressed before slipping into bed beside my husband.The room was now dark except for the dim glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls. I lay beneath the thick comforter, my body still but my mind restless. Madame Brown was back.The knowledge sat like a stone in my stomach, cold and unyielding. After everything that had happened—after her husband nearly killed Xavier at the shareholders' meeting—why would the president allow her to return? It made no sense. Xavier had barely survived back then, and now, the woman whose presence carried the stench of betrayal and deceit had walked right back into the mansion as if nothing had happened, as

Ella’s POVI stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me.Madame Brown was standing by the stove, cooking. It was the scent of her perfume that had led me here. It was thick in the air, almost clogging.She was stirring something in a pot, her movements deliberate and steady. The soft clinking of utensils against the metal pan filled the silence. The warm scent of breakfast lingered in the air—eggs, butter, something rich and hearty. But none of it settled right with me. This couldn’t be real. It couldn't be. It looked like something from a book of fiction.This was the same woman whose presence once dripped with cruelty. The same woman who had stood by as her husband nearly killed Xavier. The same woman I had feared, the one who had made me question everything about my safety in this house. And now, here she was, dressed in a simple apron, cooking as though she had always belonged in this kitchen, as though she were nothing more than