All Chapters of The Heiress Escape: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Charles’ voice came through the phone line, sharp and demanding. “Anna, what do you mean Suzanne’s gone?”Anna stood outside, staring down at the phone in her trembling hand. The words were hard to say, but she forced them out. “She… she left, Charles. I don’t know where she went, but she packed up everything and walked out.”There was a brief silence before Charles spoke again, his voice tight with frustration. “What do you mean, she left? Why would she leave? Anna, what the hell is going on?”Anna’s chest tightened as she gathered the strength to continue. “She found out about the oath. The promise you made to Sarah’s parents… that you’d marry her and take care of her. Suzanne knows everything.”Charles let out a sharp breath, and then the line went dead.“Charles?” Anna’s voice wavered with confusion. “Charles?”The call had ended abruptly.A loud, mocking laugh interrupted her thoughts. Anna whipped her head around, eyes burning with fury, to see Sarah standing in the doorway of t

The wails of the sickly toddler pierced through the grand Langford estate, echoing in the lavish but cold nursery. Sarah sat motionless on the edge of a velvet chaise, staring blankly ahead, her manicured nails drumming against the armrest. The child’s cries grated against her nerves, each sob a reminder of everything she had lost, everything she had been denied.Charles had barely looked at her since the birth. Beatrice had sneered at her in that condescending way of hers, making it clear that Sarah had failed—again."A sickly child?" Beatrice’s voice dripped with disappointment the night Sarah had given birth. "Pathetic. You were supposed to strengthen this family, not weaken it with an invalid.""You expect me to celebrate this?" Charles had added coldly, barely sparing his daughter a glance. "You were supposed to give me an heir, not a burden."Sarah had laughed bitterly that night, lying weak in the hospital bed, their words slicing deeper than any scalpel ever could. She had giv

Liam’s polished dress shoes clicked against the marble floor as he strode through the grand entrance of Carter Memorial Hospital—the largest and most prestigious medical facility in the state. The air smelled of antiseptic and wealth, the kind of place where the elite received treatment in private suites that looked more like hotel penthouses than hospital rooms.The staff moved with well-practiced efficiency, their voices hushed, their steps measured.A nurse at the entrance gave him a polite nod, not recognizing him. No one here did. That was the way his father wanted it."Mr. Carter is expecting you," a hospital administrator said, stepping forward.Liam adjusted his coat and nodded, following the man through the pristine hallways.Finally, they stopped before a set of doors guarded by two imposing men in suits. Without a word, one of them stepped aside and opened the door, motioning for Liam to enter.He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.---The hospit