All Chapters of CEO BARREN EX WIFE GAVE BIRTH TO QUADRUPLET: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sylvia snapped out of her train of thought, confused as she looked out of the window. She knew that Stephan's house was not far away from her workplace. It is just like an hour's journey but they have been on the road for an hour and thirty minutes now. She saw that she was not familiar with the place the driver was driving. She was scared and quickly took her phone out , she texted Stephan and told him where she was, she hit the send button. She raised her head and saw that the driver was pointing a gun at her. She was so scared, her palms became sweaty. She clenched her fist to stop herself from trembling. Sylvia trembled, she had to clench her fist tightly to stop herself from showing weaknesses to the killer. She always wanted to die in the past but now someone is pointing a gun at her. She doesn't want to die anymore and she is afraid of dying. "Your phone" The man said, his voice sounded thick and dangerous, he was putting on a nose mask with a dark eyeglass. Sylvia d

Finally managing to position himself next to her, he gathered her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her blood against his skin. Sweat dripped down his forehead, a mix of fear and physical strain, but all he could focus on was Sylvia. “Sylvia?” he whispered, desperate for a response. Her skin was cold, and her breathing was shallow. “Am I in heaven?” she murmured, her voice faint. “Why am I hearing Stephan’s voice too?” In that moment, he almost laughed at her confusion, but the gravity of the situation crushed any humor. “Little fool,” he croaked, his voice thick with emotion. Tears glistened in her eyes, and his heart ached at the sight. “So I’m really in heaven.” With great effort, Sylvia opened her eyes, though the brightness of the flashlight seemed to blind her momentarily. She squinted, trying to adjust. “Stephan? What are you doing in heaven too?” she asked, her voice growing weaker. Before he could respond, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she fell unconscious. “Sylvia!

“Young master,” Dave called, his voice low yet urgent. Stephan, tense and impatient, clenched his fists. “Where is he?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn’t disturb the woman sleeping inside the ward. “They took him to the warehouse,” Dave replied, maintaining a respectful demeanor. “Let’s go,” Stephan ordered, his tone brokering no argument. Dave nodded, moving swiftly to wheel Stephan out of the hospital. He maneuvered the wheelchair with practiced ease, guiding him through the sterile hallways and out to the parking lot. Once they reached the car, he helped Stephan into the passenger seat before taking the driver’s position. The engine roared to life, and Dave expertly navigated the vehicle through the city streets, the tension inside the car palpable. The weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on both men. … After a short drive, Dave parked in front of a desolate warehouse, the structure looming ominously against the cloudy sky. He assisted Ste

What had she done to warrant such hostility? Sylvia couldn’t remember any issues between them, and certainly not enough to provoke such a rumor. She suspected it might stem from the incident at the club a few weeks ago, where she had left Emily briefly to handle a personal matter. She had apologized then, but clearly, the forgiveness had not been mutual. As she stood there, her mind raced. Did Emily genuinely believe she was involved with the manager? Sylvia had always tried to maintain a professional distance from him, knowing that such rumors could ruin careers. She had assumed Emily understood that, but perhaps jealousy had clouded her judgment. Sylvia frowned as she overheard Emily’s words lingering in the kitchen. She couldn’t understand why the manager hadn’t mentioned her absence. The thought that he might be scared to address her because she’d revealed James was her father crossed her mind. Was he avoiding her to keep the peace? Little did she know, the rumors brewing in t

“Yes, I am! We should meet tomorrow,” Lily suggested without missing a beat. “Alright,” Sylvia agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect of reconnecting. Their conversation meandered through various topics before they finally said their goodbyes. After hanging up, Sylvia felt a mix of nostalgia and unease. It had been a long time since she had spoken to Lily, and the mention of Nicole stirred emotions she thought she had buried. The next morning, Sylvia woke early, a sense of energy propelling her from bed. The weight of the upcoming exam loomed in her mind, yet she felt oddly optimistic. She glanced around her room, expecting to find him there, but it was empty. Assuming he was in the kitchen, she rose and walked into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. The warm water enveloped her, washing away the remnants of fatigue. Dressed and with her bag in hand, she was ready for the day ahead. As she stepped out of her room, she called out, “Stephan?” The house ech