Semua Bab Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Bab 31 - Bab 40

"Emma is Dr. Morgan." For a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze, and a heavy silence swallowed the room. No one moved. No one dared to breathe. Then, instead of reacting with shock or disbelief, Isabel let out a sharp, mocking laugh—loud and unapologetic, as if David had just told the most ridiculous joke of the century. Allison, on the other hand, pressed her lips together, trying—and failing—to suppress her amusement. A quiet chuckle escaped her, and she quickly turned her head away, as if pretending to clear her throat. But the slight tremble in her shoulders gave her away. Isabel didn’t bother hiding her reaction. She shook her head, laughing openly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, that’s rich!" Isabel sneered, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye. "Emma? Dr. Morgan? Please, David, be serious!" Allison chuckled, folding her arms. "You seriously expect us to believe that SHE is the famous Dr. Morgan?" Isabel scoffed as she glared at Emma condescen

Allison took a deep breath, forcing a hesitant smile as she looked up at David. “Maybe… maybe you’re right,” she said softly. “I just need a moment to process everything. Can you get me a drink from the cafeteria? I need something to calm my nerves.” David’s tense expression softened slightly. “Of course. What do you want?” “Just water,” she replied quickly. “Thank you.” Without a second thought, David nodded and turned toward the hospital cafeteria. The moment he was out of sight, Allison’s expression hardened. She spun on her heels and hurried down the hallway. She had one goal in mind—find Emma’s office and give her a piece of her mind. And she wasn’t leaving until she made sure Emma stayed out of their lives for good. It didn't take her long to locate Emma and when she got to her office, she didn’t even knock before pushing the door open. Emma barely had time to look up before Allison hissed, “Leave New York. Right now.” Emma arched a brow, unimpressed. “I don’t take

The tension in the operating room gradually dissipated as Dr. Allen completed Henry’s surgery. The medical team worked efficiently, ensuring that henry was stable before preparing to transfer him to recovery. Emma, however, was barely paying attention to the cleanup process. Her mind was clouded with thoughts, particularly about what Dr. Jack had just said. Could it really be maternal genes? Could it be that Allison had asthma and passed it down to Henry? She stood frozen near the surgical table, her gaze fixed on Henry’s still face. Even with the oxygen mask secured over his nose, his breathing remained slightly uneven, a lingering effect of the attack. Emma’s fingers instinctively curled into fists as unease crept into her chest. Dr. Jack noticed her lingering gaze at the little boy whom she'd just operated on. He had been observing her closely, watching the way she seemed lost in thought. He knew exactly what was on her mind after she had questioned him— it was the little boy’s s

Emma walked briskly through the hospital corridors, her mind still reeling from the conversation she had just had with Dr. Jack. The revelation of Allison's deception burned in her chest like a slow fire, threatening to consume her composure. But she pushed those thoughts aside, at least for the moment. Right now, she needed to check on Henry. When she arrived at his ward, she found two nurses inside, adjusting the IV and checking his vitals. Henry lay in bed, his small frame still weak but visibly better than before. Emma exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Relief flooded her veins as she stepped closer and brushed a gentle hand over his forehead. "How is he doing?" she asked one of the nurses. "His vitals are stable, and he’s responding well to the treatment. He should be able to leave in a few days if everything goes well," the nurse replied with a warm smile. Emma nodded. "Thank you for taking care of him." The nurses nodded and left while Emma stayed by He

The moment Emma was yanked into the fire escape, everything around her blurred. The dim hallway lights vanished as the heavy door slammed shut behind her, plunging her into darkness. Her breath hitched as she stumbled forward, expecting to hit the cold wall, but instead, she collided with warmth—firm, familiar, and steady. Strong arms enveloped her, holding her tightly as if she would disappear if they let go. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her vision momentarily fading, but her other senses sharpened in response.The scent hit her first—clean cedar and muskwood. It was a scent she knew too well, one that had been imprinted in her memories over the past two years. It was the smell of whispered morning kisses, of arms wrapping around her from behind while she washed dishes, of gentle fingers buckling her seatbelt with quiet care. It was the scent that had comforted her during thunderstorms, the one that had lingered in the sheets after long nights tangled together. It was him.Dav