All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

David stood in the hospital's waiting area, still staring in the direction Emma had disappeared, his mind struggling to catch up with what his eyes had just seen. Emma—here, in this hospital? The thought sent a jolt through him. He had spent years wondering where she had gone, what had become of her, and now, out of nowhere, she was right in front of him. A flood of questions swirled in his mind. How long had she been here? More than anything, he wanted to ask her everything—how she had been, what had happened after she left, and, most pressing of all, how she had managed to rebuild her life after their divorce. And to crown it all, she looked… stunning. Even after all these years, time had done nothing to dull her beauty. If anything, it had only refined it. Her dark hair, once soft waves, was now neatly pulled back, giving her this elegant, professional look. David swallowed, a strange tightness settling in his chest. He had expected a lot of things when he came to this hospital—

The moment their eyes met, Emma's expression flickered, betraying a storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a flash of something far more vulnerable, something that cut deeper than she wanted to admit. For that short moment, she looked exposed, like the walls she had built around herself had cracked. But then, just as quickly, she pulled herself together. Her face hardened, and she sat up straighter, looking calm and in control again. Remembering the photo of Dr. Morgan and Emma he'd just seen earlier, David quickly pieces all the information - it seemed that Emma was Dr. Morgan's student or assistant. Seeing Emma sitting on the chair with no intention of getting up, as if she was the owner of the chair, David sighed helplessly and said, “Emma, now is not the time to play role-playing games, can you please stand up and go find Dr. Morgan, I really have something important to talk to her about!” Realizing that David thought she probably dressed like this on purpose; he had alread

David stood frozen, his mind struggling to process Emma’s words. "I won’t be operating on Henry." The relief he had felt moments ago turned into something heavy and unbearable. He had expected anger, maybe even some resistance, but outright refusal? No. Not from Emma—not when she had admitted that Henry’s condition, though delicate, wasn’t impossible to treat. His chest tightened. He couldn’t understand. His voice came out uneven, disbelieving. "You— You’re refusing? Why?" She did hate Alison and David, and she did hope that they would not have an easy life, but Henry was innocent. How could she tell them that the probability of Henry surviving and recovering was very low? How could she say such cruel words? "I don’t owe you an explanation, David," she said. "I have the right to refuse any case, and I’m exercising that right now." David’s breath hitched. "The right to refuse?" He let out a dry, humorless laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "You mean to tell me that after eve

In the middle of the night, Emma's phone rang sharply, jolting her awake. She reached for the phone, blinking against the darkness. "Dr. Morgan speaking," she answered, voice hoarse from sleep. "Dr. Morgan, this is Dr. Allen from New York City Hospital. I’m sorry for the late call, but—" The voice on the other end was tense, rushed. "It’s about Henry Lawson." Emma sat up, fully awake now. Her fingers tightened around the phone as she heard his name. Henry… He continued. "His condition suddenly worsened. We’re doing everything we can, but he’s not responding as expected. We need a second opinion, and we were hoping—" Dr. Allen hesitated. "If you would be willing to consult on this." Emma was silent, not knowing what to say at this point. After a brief moment, she responded. “I'll think about it,” and hung up. She closed her eyes, feeling conflicted. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t get involved. That this wasn’t her fight. That she had already made her decision. But

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Allison sat beside Henry’s hospital bed, her fingers gently wrapped around his small, fragile hand. His skin was cold—too cold. Every shallow breath he took sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that Henry would wake up and smile at her again. But fear clawed at her chest, whispering dark thoughts she couldn't ignore as she watched her weak and pale son lying helpless on the hospital bed. What if he didn’t make it? What if she lost him? And—though she hated herself for even thinking it—but what if losing Henry meant losing everything else? For years, the world had seen her as Mrs. Lawson. Even though David had never married her, she had been the mother of his son, the woman always by his side at events, the one reporters called his partner. That alone had secured her place by his side, made her important, made her somebody. But without Henry, what