All Chapters of The Billionaire's Caregiver : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Leah and Sarah were a couple now. And Jeremy was stuck with Sarah. Jeremy had called Leah to explain that he was family oriented and wanted his child to grow in a serene environment, and that even though he didn't love Sarah, he was stuck with her for the sake of the baby.“Go to hell,” Leah said harshly.“I'm sorry, Leah. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to hurt you. I'll always love you,” he said sincerely.“Screw you,” Leah said and hung up abruptly.He had the guts to spew those words to her.“I'm family-oriented, Leah. I want my child to grow up in a stable home. I don't love Sarah, but I have to be with her for the sake of the baby.”His words had rung in her ears long after she hung up, after she spat out the harsh words, “screw you.”She blinked repeatedly to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes. Thankfully, it worked. She inhaled and exhaled sharply.She would not cry over Jeremy any longer. Leah had always believed that nothing happened by cha

“Why have you done this to yourself, son?” Maggie’s voice was soft, filled with concern as she looked at Jeremy. Her eyes, though kind, held a deep sadness. It pained her to see her son like this. So weighed down, so lost.Jeremy, seated across from her, barely looked at her. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of the chair, betraying his unease. “Because it’s the right thing to do,” he said finally, his voice hollow, but not convincing.Maggie exhaled sharply, studying him. He looked exhausted. His usual sharp, confident demeanor had become dull, replaced by something she struggled to define. “But you’ve become so unhappy. You’re clearly unhappy,” she pointed out gently.Jeremy looked at her and looked away.“You can still perform your duty as a father without being with Sarah. Don't do this, son. You'll regret it forever,” Maggie said.Jeremy tilted his head. “But parents sacrifice their own happiness for their children, don't they? You wouldn't understand that thoug

Sarah was sipping from a glass of wine as she admired her reflection in the mirror.Her life had taken a drastic turn suddenly. Leaving Conrad had been the best decision she had ever made. He was a failure, a man too weak to give her what she wanted.She was glad that she schemed her way back into Jeremy's life.Just as she was about to take another sip of wine, her phone rang. The unfamiliar number flashing on the screen made her hesitate. Normally, she ignored calls from numbers she didn’t recognize, but something told her to answer this one.She picked up but didn’t say a word. Instead, she waited, listening to the silence on the other end.Then, a thick, hoarse voice broke through.“Hello, Sarah.”“Conrad,” she muttered, her voice dripping with irritation. “Why the hell are you calling me?”“We need to talk,” Conrad said, sounding miserable.Sarah scoffed. “There's nothing to talk about. Please, stop calling me,” Sarah said and hung up abruptly, tossing the phone onto the nightst

“Ahan. Perfect family reunion,” Big Margaret said, clapping her hands. “Except the kids aren't here. I should have them brought here.”Leah stood up and walked up to her. “Stay the hell away from my siblings!”“What do you even want here?” She asked, looking at Big Margaret straight in the eyes, overdosed on confidence.Noah, who had remained stiff and silent, finally spoke. “Don't worry, Leah. I'm sure Anthony and his team will be here shortly to capture her again.” He was standing rigidly.But Big Margaret only laughed. A slow, taunting laugh that sent a shiver down Leah’s spine.“You must think I am foolish, don't you” Big Margaret said, laughing. “Let them come.”“I really do not get why you keep coming back here. You've taken everything from us, yet you won't let us have peace. Can you leave us the hell alone?” Leah vented, sounding frustrated.Big Margaret sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. “Oh, Leah. I hate coming here too.” She tilted her head and let her gaze drif

“Why do I still feel so tired?” Leah said as she yawned, walking to the kitchen to drink some water.Her eyes caught her grandpa Ambrose still lying on the couch.“He slept here?” She said, shaking her head. He was still lying in the exact same position she had left him. But something was wrong. His chest wasn’t rising. His body looked too still.“Grandpa?” she called softly, stepping closer.There was no response. Then she tapped him. “Grandpa.”She shook him gently. “Grandpa,” she called again, softly. Her voice cracked, panic settling in.Still nothing.Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch his face. Cold.“No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, no, no. Grandpa, wake up. Please!”Tears blurred her vision as she pressed her ear against his chest, desperate to hear a heartbeat. But there was none.A sob escaped her lips.She shook him harder this time. “Grandpa! Wake up!”Still, nothing.The realization hit her like a speeding truck.He was gone.A wail tore from her t