All Chapters of Lost And Found Hearts: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter One Hundred One : Strength in UnityThe early evening light filters through the living room windows as Nolan sets down his coffee mug on the kitchen counter. He’s restless, his mind replaying Leo’s threats from earlier. Elena moves around the kitchen with purpose, her hands busy slicing vegetables for dinner."You're still pacing," Elena remarks without looking up, her voice calm but firm. "It won't change anything, you know."Nolan stops mid-step and leans against the counter. "How can you be so calm, Elena? The man practically declared war in my own house. And the way he looked at you—"Elena lifts an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "What, you're scared of Leo now? I thought you were braver than that."Brave? It's not about bravery. You don't know what he's capable of. He's not just some angry ex-con. Leo is-He's dangerous," Nolan says, running a hand through his hair.Elena chuckles softly, shaking her head as she stirs a pot on the stove. "Dangerous or not, we're not running.

Chapter One Hundred And ThreeThe soft murmur of the hospital filled the room, punctuated by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Marie sat by Simeon's bedside, flipping through an old magazine she wasn't really reading. She looked at her son, whose gaze was fixed on the TV, though his expression was distant. The tension between them was palpable, unspoken words swirling in the air like a storm waiting to break."Mom," Simeon finally said, breaking the silence. "When do you think I'll be discharged? I'm tired of this place."Marie sighed, closing the magazine and placing it on the side table. "Soon, I hope. The doctors said you're recovering well. They just want to make sure you're fully stable before letting you go."Simeon frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his bed. "I don't need babysitting. I'm fine."Marie reached out to touch his hand, and he pulled it away. Her heart ached at the gesture, but she didn't push. She knew Simeon was frustrated, and she didn't blame him.The s

Chapter 105 : A Proposition The room felt stifling despite the fan's steady hum. Elena stood at the kitchen counter, her laptop open, a list of names sprawle across the screen. Her fingers tapped furiously as she cross-checked names, searching for people they could trust. Nolan sat slumped on the couch, his head in his hands. "We're running out of time," Elena muttere, her voice tight with frustration. She glance up at Nolan, who hadn't moved in the past ten minutes. "We need to make some calls." Nolan groan, dragging his hands down his face. "And call who, Elena? Who would risk going up against someone like Leo?" She straightene, crossing her arms. "We can't just sit here and do nothing. There has to be someone. You said Simeon helped you when you had no one-surely there's someone out there who feels the same way about him." Nolan didn't say a word, his silence thick with guilt. "Fine," Elena snap, picking up her phone. "If you won't help, I will. We can't waste any more t

Chapter 107: Truth RevealedThe apartment of Nolan was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft groaning of the old wooden floor. Simeon lay fast asleep in the spare room, exhausted by the events of the night. Nolan had checked on him twice, once to make sure he was comfortable and the second time to reassure himself that Simeon was safe. But now, Nolan sat at the dining table, his hands loosely clasped around a cold mug of coffee, his mind racing with everything that had unfolded.The sound of Elena's heels clicking against the floor broke the silence. She entered the room cautiously, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and determination. She carried a presence that commanded attention, and tonight, Nolan found himself studying her more intently than ever before.Elena," he said flatly, his voice betraying the storm of emotions brewing inside him. "We need to talk."She sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "I figured as much."Nola

Chapter 109 : Empathy Early morning light diffuses softly through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the living room. The air is quiet, serene, and still heavy with the residue of a conversation that had just taken place. Simeon sits on the couch, his body relaxed but his mind far from it. The talk with Nolan and Elena has been cathartic, releasing some of the weight that has long pressed on his chest. He has apologized, expressed his regrets, and is beginning to understand something salient-the past, no matter how painful, doesn't have to define him. He can make a new path, one that isn't marred by the darkness of his previous life.Elena sits beside him, her presence like a soothing balm, her silent support wrapping around him. Her hand brushes his gently, a simple touch that carries more meaning than words could ever express. It's a reminder that, for the first time in a long time, he isn't alone. They have created something beautiful in the space between them-a bond forged