All Chapters of The CEO’s Obsession: Layla, You’re Not Allowed to Die: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Xena followed Chris into the hospital room, only to learn that Mr. Xander had suffered a stroke and was still unconscious. Mrs. Xander sat by the bed, weeping uncontrollably. “Our family was fine… How… how did it come to this?” “I’m going to make Layla pay for this!” Shane roared, storming toward the door. “Stop right there!” Chris, already exhausted, snapped. “Shane, haven’t you done enough? Do you want things to get even worse?” “Chris, this is all Layla’s fault!” Shane gritted his teeth furiously. “I won’t let her get away with it!” “If you want to tear this family apart completely, then go right ahead.” Chris didn’t even bother looking at him. “What have you ever done for this family besides running your mouth and stirring up trouble?“Dad’s already down. That means it’s on the two of us to hold this family together. I’ve said my piece. If you still want to go after Layla, then do it.” Shane clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His rage

Following the location Felix sent, Xena arrived at the private club right on time. She smoothed down her dress, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. “Come in,” Felix called out. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. Felix greeted her with a grin, moving forward eagerly. “Miss Xander, I’m really glad you finally came around.” She instinctively avoided his outstretched hand. “I came to see you because I need to know—how exactly are you going to help me?” “What’s the rush?” Felix’s gaze raked over her, clearly noting the effort she had put into her appearance. That pleased him. “Come, sit down. Let’s talk properly.” He led her to a seat, then poured a glass of red wine and slid it in front of her. “Thanks, but I don’t really drink,” Xena said, raising a hand to decline. Felix ignored her refusal, pressing the glass into her hand. “A little won’t hurt. Besides, how can we discuss business if you don’t drink?” With the pressure obvious, Xe

“Layla!” William bolted into the room, his voice sharp with urgency. The only response was the steady sound of water running. The bathroom door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, and a wave of steam hit him, thick and humid. Through the mist, he saw her—collapsed on the floor. His chest tightened. Rushing forward, he ignored the water that drenched his clothes, grabbed a towel, and quickly wrapped it around her. Then, without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms. Her body was limp, weightless. Her damp face was frighteningly pale, drained of all color. William strode out with long, hurried strides, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.So much so that when Carter and Ivan approached him head-on, he didn’t even register their presence.“Uncle William, what happened to Sis?” “William, where are you taking her?” Their voices barely registered. He didn’t stop. He didn’t answer. The only thing that mattered was getting her to the hospi

That night, after emergency treatment, Layla was no longer in immediate danger, but the test results were far from good. The doctor handed the scans to William, advising him to prepare himself mentally. For the first time in his life, the ever-composed William snapped. He threw the scans to the ground, stomping on them as he grabbed the doctor by the collar, forcing him to rephrase his words. In the days that followed, Layla remained unconscious, burning up with a persistent fever. William barely left her side, keeping vigil like a statue, sitting motionless for entire days, refusing to eat or drink. In the end, before Layla could wake up, he was the one who collapsed from exhaustion. Thankfully, Carter had warned him to clean himself up beforehand. Otherwise, when Layla finally opened her eyes, the first thing she’d see would have been a man looking completely haggard and unkempt. From the moment William was born, he had never been anything but composed, meticulou

“Felix invited me—just a little get-together.” Xena stood outside the private room. “Chris, did you need something?” Chris’s tone darkened. “When did you start hanging around Felix?” “Why? Am I not allowed to?” Xena let out a small laugh. “You all told me to figure out the compensation money myself. Now that I have, you’re questioning me?” “That’s not the point, Xena. Given your current situation—” “My current situation?” She smirked, eyes gleaming with mockery. “Because I’ve been with Sean? Please, if I’m not embarrassed about it, you don’t need to be.” The alcohol was making her bold—reckless, even. She spoke without thinking, words rolling off her tongue with ease. Chris picked up on it immediately. “Have you been drinking? Send me your location. I’m coming to get you. With everything going on at home, don’t make things worse.” “Just a little,” Xena leaned against the wall, lips curling into a teasing smile. “I’m worried about the family too, you know. I want