All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

**Eumerriah's Point of View:**As I stood beside Justine's bed, I could feel the weight of every passing second. Fourteen hours had passed since he was rushed to the hospital, yet he still hadn’t woken up. From a mother who was once overjoyed by her child’s excitement during the field trip, I now felt as if I were being dragged down by fear and anxiety. The doctor’s words pierced my heart like knives, one by one, as I considered my son’s condition.Shaira arrived, hurrying in with worry etched across her face. She quickly rushed to my side, and I knew we were both battling the same emotions—anger, fear, and uncertainty. "Yumi, how is Justine?" Shaira asked, barely able to wait for an answer. I could see the anxiety and anger in her eyes, especially after hearing what the doctor had said about Justine needing blood."Doc, what is my son’s condition?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from trembling. I knew I had to stay strong, but every word the doctor spoke felt like another weight ad

**Gabrielle's Point of View**As I sat in the recovery room, I tried to calm myself after the donation process. I could still feel the pain in my arm, but the ache in my heart was far more intense—a feeling I've long tried to avoid, but can no longer deny.Justine… Is he really my son?Earlier, I saw Eumerriah's face, the fear and longing etched in her eyes as we awaited the results. Even though she hasn’t directly told me, I could sense there were things she has long kept hidden—things I'm only now beginning to realize.As I pieced together the details, my suspicions became clearer. Justine's blood type, the urgency of his condition, and Eumerriah's admission that I was the only possible donor—all these were like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in my mind.I wasn't surprised when Justine needed blood, and I realized that I was the only one with the matching blood type. I didn’t need to ask Eumerriah because, deep down, I already knew the answer. The similarity in our blood

**Gabrielle's Point of View**Justine is coming home today, riding in a wheelchair. He’s not completely healed yet, but I know he prefers to recover alongside his brother, Dustine. Dustine couldn’t visit him in the hospital because of school and to avoid the illnesses associated with being there.From a distance, I could see the guards assisting them inside. While they were busy, a familiar face walked in—Kristine. She immediately grabbed Yumi's hair as she was helping Justine.“You’re shameless!” Kristine shouted. I was getting closer to their position, and I could hear her yell.“Aaaaahhh!!” Eumerriah screamed in pain, and the kids saw it happen. She quickly signaled Shaira to take the children upstairs, which Shaira promptly did.“Kristine!!” I shouted.“Oh! Your knight in shining armor!” Kristine responded sarcastically.“Let’s go home!” I said, grabbing Kristine’s hand.“Let’s go home!” I repeated, angrily pulling Kristine’s hand. I couldn’t let this situation get any worse, espe

Eumerriah's Point of ViewI was utterly exhausted as I arrived home, pushing Justine in a wheelchair. I knew he wasn’t fully healed yet, but the joy on his face when he found out that he’d finally be with his brother, Dustine, again was enough to ease my worries. I just wanted to rest and start a peaceful life again with my children. But as soon as we entered the house, everything suddenly turned chaotic.From a distance, I saw Kristine, the woman I had dreaded meeting after everything Gabrielle had told me about their complicated relationship. Without warning, she grabbed my hair, and before I could even react, she screamed, “You witch!” I didn’t know where I would gather the strength, but I felt that I couldn’t back down. I saw the children, especially Justine, who was shocked and terrified. I couldn’t let them be hurt by this mess."Ahhh!!" I screamed as I felt the painful tug of Kristine on my hair. I wanted to fight back, but I hesitated. Not because I was afraid of hurting her,

It was a cold morning, and the sun seemed to bring hope back to us. Today, finally, Justine was home from the hospital. I sat in front of the house, watching the children play. Justine and Dustine were busy with their toys. Shaira, who was taking care of them, smiled as she watched the children.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door to see who had arrived. When I opened it, I saw Paul standing there, his face full of worry and fear.I opened the door, and there was Paul, my long-time friend, standing at the entrance of my house. The morning was light, but he seemed to carry a heavy burden. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and I could feel the distance between us in the way he stood outside."Paul," I greeted him, my voice full of uncertainty. "What do you need?""Good day, Eumerriah. Can we talk?" he replied, his tone filled with concern and worry. "I have something important to tell you.""Come in," I said, stepping aside to let him in. "What happened?"We