All Chapters of Love Beyond the Contract Marriage: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma sat closely beside Ryan's hospital bed, monitoring him, the hours blending together in an endless blur. Despite the crushing weight of exhaustion, she refused to leave his side, her hand clenched firmly in his. The doctors came and went, offering updates that offered neither hope nor despair, leaving Emma in the unknown.Emma felt trapped and worried because she didn't know what would happen next. This feeling was familiar and it hurt her heart. She felt helpless, scared that her life was about to change again.As she looked at Ryan, who was very sick, Emma wondered, "Will he get better? Will our lives go back to normal?" She couldn't stop thinking about these questions. It was frustrating because she couldn't control what happened next. All she could do was sit, wait, and hope with all her heart that Ryan would recover.Just then, someone knocked loudly on the door, breaking her thoughts. Emma looked up as a tall, gray-suited man entered, his eyes sharp behind thin-rimmed glasses

Minutes after the doctor reassured Emma and Selena about Ryan's surgery, Selena decided it was time to leave. She approached Emma with hesitation, her gaze briefly lingering on Ryan’s pale face.“I’ll be on my way,” Selena said softly. “I’m glad he’s stable.”Emma gave a curt nod, too drained to engage further. Selena lingered a moment longer before quietly slipping out of the room.The quiet didn’t last long. Suddenly, loud noise burst from the hospital's main entrance. Emma heard a gentle humming sound growing louder. It was a group of reporters talking excitedly, cameras clicking and flashing brightly.As she turned to look, her heart felt heavy. She knew exactly who was causing all the commotion.A crowd of journalists and photographers swarmed around Ryan's grandfather, Grand Miller. His usually calm face now looked worried and stressed. His eyes scanned the area, searching for someone.Reporters shouted questions and snapped pictures. "Grand Miller, what's Ryan's condition?" "Wi

Mr. Miller answered the phone quickly, his voice trembling with anticipation. Ms. Cleary, a familiar voice, was on the other end. She announced that she had found the contact information for Ryan's biological parents.Grand Miller’s heart skipped a beat. “You did? That’s… thank you, Ms. Cleary. Thank you.”“I’m sending the details to your phone now,” Ms. Cleary said. “But I need to caution you—they may not be eager to respond. You’ll need to approach this delicately.”Grand Miller said "I understand" in a voice that showed he was both relieved and worried. After that, a message suddenly appeared on his screen. It was the phone number of Ryan's biological parents, Mr. Bell, which made Grand Miller think about his painful past that he had tried to forget.As Grand Miller typed the phone number into his phone, his hands trembled badly. He breathed deeply to calm himself and then made the call.The phone started ringing. With every ring, his heart beat faster. He felt his anxiety growing.

The hospital room felt very tense. Emma was sitting in a chair, biting her nails. She was nervous.Grand Miller was walking back and forth near the window. His hands were behind his back. The doctors had informed them that the transfusion procedure had begun. Time seemed to drag as they waited for news.Every beep of the monitor and every creak of the hospital floor made Emma’s heart leap as she watched the pouch of blood flow reduce drastically. Emma looked at Ryan. Ryan was not moving or making any noise. But he was breathing. His chest was going up and down. It was like his body was fighting against time. Emma whispered softly to herself, "I just want him to wake up.”Grand Miller paused his pacing and turned to her, his expression softening. “He will,” he said, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. “Ryan is a fighter.”Emma nodded, holding onto the doctor's words tightly. The door opened. The doctor came into the room. He was putting on his gloves as he walked in, after which

The room was oppressively silent, the word "son" lingering in the air like a shadow refusing to leave. Ryan stared at Margaret, his chest rising and falling heavily, his heart racing in confusion and anger. asked Margaret again, "Who is your son?" His voice was loud and shaking. Margaret took a slow step forward. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the right words. Tears filled her eyes.Margaret finally spoke in a soft voice. "You are my son, Ryan," she said. Her voice was shaking with emotion. Ryan's face showed that he didn't believe her. He tried to sit up, even though his body was hurt.Ryan looked at Margaret with confusion and anger. "What are you talking about?" he asked. His voice cracked. “Grandfather, what is she saying? Who are these people?”Grand Miller stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Ryan’s shoulder to ease him back down. “Ryan, calm down. You need to rest,” he said firmly, though his voice carried the weight of guilt.“Rest?” Ryan shot back,