All Chapters of After the Breakup, the Billionaire Lost Control!: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

Whether Evelyn said it or not, it wouldn’t change Haley’s decision.“You’ve suffered enough. But now that I’m here, no one will ever hurt you again. That includes Emma. And if anyone tries to protect her or stand in our way, it won’t change a thing.” Her last words were aimed directly at Zac—a clear warning. Even if Justin wanted to protect Emma, it wouldn’t matter. If it came down to it, their families could go head-to-head. Helen elbowed Zac and shot him a glare. “If you dare to side with Justin and defend Emma, then you can leave with them!”Zac immediately caught the underlying message from his mother-in-law and wasted no time swearing his loyalty. “I’m on your side. No question about it.” *At the hospital’s underground garage, Justin and William got into one car, while two bodyguards forced Emma into another.“Mmmph! Mmmph!” Even now, Emma refused to stay quiet. The cars drove straight to a property Justin had once bought for her. When they arrived,

Upstairs, the agonized screams echoed through the halls, but down in the underground parking garage, Justin heard nothing. He unlocked the car and got in. With William still upstairs handling things, Justin settled into the back seat, pulled out his phone, and dialed Zac. During those few short minutes descending from the upper floors, his mind had been racing. His mother, Heidi. Haley’s car accident. And then, his thoughts drifted further back—five years ago—when Haley had still been Emily. That incident at the hospital. The fight with Emma. A single fall had supposedly caused Emma’s miscarriage. But what about Haley? Back then, she had been pregnant when she was caught in an earthquake. What had she gone through? Haley had always avoided answering his question. What exactly had she gone through, all alone in Ramsdale? Every time Justin tried to think about it, a sharp pain throbbed in his head, as if his own mind were forcing him not to di

The cool mist of the medicine sprayed onto Haley’s ankle, making her instinctively pull back. Justin tightened his grip, refusing to let go until he was satisfied that he had applied enough. Only then did he release her foot. “If you’re injured, stop moving around so much.” “Justin Yates, could you please figure out your place here? I don’t need you to apply the medicine, and you definitely shouldn’t be sleeping in my bed!” “Got it. There won’t be a next time.” He casually promised there wouldn’t be a next time, making Haley huff in frustration. Arguing with someone who stayed so calm only made her feel like the unreasonable one. It was like throwing a punch, only to have it land on nothing but air.Annoyed, she shot Justin a sharp glare before hopping off the bed and limping toward the bathroom. Seeing her struggle, Justin instinctively stepped forward to help, but Haley swatted his hand away. She didn’t need his help. Neither of them brought up yesterda

Outside the restaurant, Justin dismissed his subordinates, sending them back to work. He remained by the roadside, pulling out his phone to call Haley.She hadn’t responded to his messages. Fine.If she wouldn’t text back, then he would just call her instead.He dialed twice, but both times, the call rang unanswered.Frowning, he got into the car, his persistence kicking in. He kept calling again and again, stubbornly waiting for her to tell him to come home. It became a battle with himself, a childish need to hear her say it. Finally, after multiple attempts, on what he swore would be his last try, the call was answered. “Hello?” Haley’s indifferent tone came through the receiver. Justin’s voice was full of grievance. “Did you even see my messages?” He had seen firsthand how glued she was to her phone when he was with her. No way she hadn’t seen them. “Yeah, I saw them.” Haley responded matter-of-factly. Justin pressed on, “Then why didn’t you call me? Why

At their young age, Chase and Alex didn’t really know much about leftovers. All they knew was that they couldn’t show up empty-handed when visiting their mom. With their lunchboxes carefully packed, the two little boys tiptoed upstairs to their room. They pulled out their pre-packed backpacks and stuffed the food inside. Of course, they didn’t forget to slip in a couple of their favorite snacks. This was the highest form of etiquette they could think of. Mom and Grandma always said that eating well helped build strength and recover faster when sick. Opening the back window of their bedroom, they each secured a safety rope around their waists, fastening the other end to the bed frame. The ropes were custom-designed by their family’s company, tested to support hundreds of kilograms. Evelyn, had used the same kind of gear during her missions. If it could hold an adult’s weight under extreme conditions, carrying two little boys was nothing. Carefully, they gripped t