All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

David sat in the sterile hospital corridor, his fingers tapping the armrest of the chair as he waited for the doctor to clean and suture Allison's wounds.His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, and despite the quiet surroundings, the noise inside his head was deafening. He didn't understand why Emma hated Allison so much. Emma had always been close to Allison; So why was she suddenly so agitated and angry around Allison ever since she came back? It was hard for him to imagine that the woman he had known, who had always been kind and considerate, could intentionally hurt anyone, let alone her own sister. The more David thought about it, the more a sinking feeling gnawed at him. If the problem wasn't Emma; Was it possible that Allison had intentionally hurt herself to provoke a rift between him and Emma? Just then the door opened and his gaze landed on Allison. Her face was pale from pain, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead, and her lips were bitten, swollen, and trembling. He

Emma walked slowly with Henry in her arms, unsure of where to go. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, and she needed somewhere to gather herself. The only place that came to mind was the amusement park—the very one she loved to visit since she was a child as she thought it might help calm her down.As she walked through the park, she noticed Henry seemed tense. His silence made Emma uneasy, and when she glanced at him, he avoided her gaze. She frowned, wondering if it was because of her outburst earlier. She had raised her voice, and now, he seemed afraid of her. The realization made her feel a bit guilty.She slowed her pace and crouched down to his level, her voice gentle. “Do you think we look scary when we argue?”He didn’t answer right away, but his eyes flickered up to meet hers for a brief moment. Emma smiled softly, hoping to reassure him.“Hey, it’s okay, don’t be scared,” she continued, kneeling down to his level. “Sometimes families argue. But we always forgive each

Emma stood outside the door, her blood running cold as the truth shattered her reality. She had never dreamed that Henry was actually the child of David and Allison!Her mind raced, trying to piece everything together. David’s strange behavior, his nervousness, and his anger about Henry getting hurt now made sense.She thought that as long as she explained the situation clearly, David would believe her, but it was so obvious that he was clearly venting his emotions on her because he loves his son so much, hence her explanation wasn't important to him at all. A pang of sadness and anger immediately surged through Emma. How dare David lie to her and accuse her so sanctimoniously? She clenched her fists, her body trembling with the urge to storm in and slap everyone in that room. But as her hand subconsciously touched her belly, the reality of the situation sank in. What about her child? She didn’t want her baby to grow up without a father. If she told David about the pregnancy, would

A week had passed since that night in the hospital, but Emma still couldn't shake the image of David's face when he heard that she wanted a divorce. His expression had been so chaotic — disbelief, anger, sadness, and even a touch of grievance. She couldn’t understand why he had shown such a complicated expression.Anyways, she was too tired to try and figure out what went on in his mind anymore. She had made her decision; she was going to divorce him and what he thought didn't matter to her.Moreover, Emma hadn’t seen David since that night. He must have been busy making up for the time lost with Henry, repairing their relationship. As for her, she wasn’t idle either. She had been busy packing up her things, preparing to leave. Once David signed the divorce papers, they would have nothing more to do with each other.But Emma also knew that even if her divorce with David was a foregone conclusion, she still needed to inform David's grandfather. She sighed, remembering that she once

Professor Charles Callum sat reclined in an armchair, his hands folded over the cane resting between his knees. Across from him sat David Lawson, his face pale and filled with worry. “My son needs help, Professor Charles. He was diagnosed with a rare congenital heart condition,” David said, his voice trembling as he leaned forward. “No one else will touch the case. They all say it’s too risky, but I can’t accept that. Henry deserves a chance…he's my only son.” Prof. Charles sighed, his aged face filled with sympathy. “Mr. Lawson, I understand your plight. But I’m retired. I haven’t held a scalpel in years, let alone kept up with the advancements in modern cardiac surgery. It would be a disservice to your son for me to attempt this.” "But you’re Charles Callum," David pressed, sounding desperate. "You’re a legend in cardiac surgery. If anyone can do this, it’s you.”Prof. Charles shook his head, a bittersweet smile crossing his lips. “I can’t take that risk, not with a life as de