Semua Bab The Substitute Wife of a Paralyzed CEO: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The car Logan was riding in drove smoothly on the highway, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the city that was starting to get busy with morning activities. From the back seat, his gaze was gazing out the window, staring at the tall buildings that seemed to challenge the sky. However, his thoughts drifted to another place—a past that had been a nightmare, and a present that gave him a glimmer of hope.It never crossed his mind that this day would come. The day he returned to the office. Back to a place that once felt like a second home, before everything turned into a battlefield under Grace's grip.From the front seat, Ben broke the silence. “All the documents are ready, sir. I made sure there were no loopholes they could exploit.”Logan nodded quietly, trying to calm the anxiety that was beginning to creep into his mind. “Good. Make sure we keep monitoring the situation from a safe distance. I don't want to make any rash moves.”Ben glanced over, his eyes full of confidence.

The car drove at a steady speed, cutting through the city streets which were starting to empty. The street lights glowed behind the window glass, creating a faint reflection in Logan's eyes as he stared into space.His mind was not completely at ease. The victory in the meeting room earlier had been a big step, but he knew the fight was not over. Grace and James were not the type to give up easily. They might have been cornered, but like wounded snakes, they could have attacked in a more cunning way.Logan sighed softly, then reached for his cellphone. His fingers moved quickly looking for a name on the contact list—Victoria.For a moment he hesitated, but finally pressed the call button.The dial tone sounded several times before a soft but alert voice greeted him. “Mr. Logan? What's up?”Logan leaned back, trying to sound casual even though deep down he just wanted to make sure the woman was okay. ‘What are you doing right now?’ he asked bluntly.“I just put Abby to bed,” Victoria r

That morning, Victoria woke up feeling a sense of relief that she rarely felt. The anxiety that had been haunting her mind was slowly fading away. Logan was starting to show signs of returning to his old self—not just a wounded and angry man, but someone trying to find his way back.Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden hue into the room. Warm. Bringing hope.In the kitchen, Victoria began preparing breakfast. Every movement felt like a ritual, giving her time to reflect on the days they had spent together. Cheese omelet for Abigail, fluffy pancakes for Logan, and warm lemon tea for herself. Her hope was simple—this morning would be a better start for everyone in this house.“Uncle Logan is up, Mom?”Abigail's cheerful voice broke her reverie. The little girl stood by the table with shining eyes, full of enthusiasm as usual.“Not yet, dear,” Victoria replied, stirring the pancake batter. ‘But he will be out soon. This morning, we have breakfast together.”Ab

That morning, the sun shone warmly, illuminating the therapy room downstairs. Victoria stood in the corner of the room, watching Logan practice his little steps. The cane he used was starting to touch the floor less and less. He walked slowly, his leg muscles working hard to support his body.“Good, Mr. Logan,” Victoria said in a soft voice. ‘Try stepping your right foot a little further. Yes, like that.”Logan nodded without looking back, his focus entirely on the movement he was making. His breathing sounded labored, but there was no sign of giving up on his face.“I can go further than this, Victoria,’ he said firmly.Victoria smiled, admiring his enthusiasm. “I know you can. But don't push yourself too hard.”He paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead. ”If I don't push myself, how can I fully recover?”Victoria didn't answer immediately. Her words were true, although sometime

Logan arrived at the Victoria family home quickly. His black car stopped gracefully in front of the fence, creating an aura of undeniable authority. With a cane in his hand, he got out, his eyes full of controlled anger.On the doorstep, James, Abigail, and Lucy appeared, their gaze filled with shock at the sight of the man.“What is this?” James asked suspiciously, his expression hardening.Logan stared at them sharply, without a shred of doubt in his eyes. ‘I hear you refused to help Abigail. But I haven't come to beg. I want to make you an offer.”“An offer?’ Lucy cocked her head, her expression instantly changing to one of interest.“That's right,” Logan replied firmly. ‘I will pay dearly if one of you is suitable to be a donor for Abigail. Cash, in large enough amounts to change your lives.”Instantly, James, Abigail, and Lucy's eyes lit up. Greed was clearly etched on their fa