Semua Bab Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The red light above the operating room continued to glow, casting an eerie hue over the silent hallway. Evelyn sat on a chair, her hands resting on her belly, her mind replaying the horrifying moment when Old Mr. Walton had tumbled down the stairs. She was still in shock, her heart racing as she tried to steady her breathing.Layson stood nearby, having just finished a call with the hospital director. He glanced at Evelyn, who looked pale and shaken. It was fortunate that he had been at the hospital today; otherwise, Evelyn would have been left to face this crisis alone. He walked over to her, his presence a small comfort in the tense atmosphere."Don't worry too much. The director is in the operating room. He'll be fine," Layson said, his voice calm and reassuring.Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. She nodded slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."The hallway was eerily quiet, the only sounds being their breathing and the faint hum of the hosp

The air in the hospital room was warmer than outside. The only sound in the room was the hum of the humidifier. Adela stood by the bedside, unsure of how she was feeling. She kept rubbing her purse nervously, her eyes staring blankly, filled with an inexplicable sense of unfamiliarity.“Do you think he’ll wake up?” Adela asked softly.Even though she didn’t feel any special attachment to this relative, the situation felt heavy. Meeting him for the first time like this left her feeling strangely emotional.“The doctor said we just have to wait,” Liam replied, standing beside her. This might be his biggest regret – bringing Adela here to meet her relative under these circumstances. He glanced at her, sensing that she still wasn’t ready to accept it. He unconsciously squeezed her hand, understanding her inner conflict.They stayed at the hospital until 10 PM, and Mr. Walton still hadn't woken up. Layson also stayed with Adela, sitting by her side, occasionally talking with Liam. Layson n

A few days had passed, and Layson Norman hadn’t reached out to Adela. Meanwhile, Liam Walton had called, telling her that their grandfather had finally woken up and suggesting she visit the hospital if she had time. She had already planned on going anyway. Life had been unusually calm, and Adela found herself enjoying this kind of routine—going to work, coming home, and having the freedom to do whatever she wanted.“Adela, did you hear? Layson Norman is all over the news with an international supermodel!”Cici, as usual, was full of energy, always keeping tabs on Layson. Adela had been relieved to go a few days without hearing his name, but apparently, that was wishful thinking. Cici had seen firsthand how Layson treated Adela, and though she had been dying to ask about their relationship, Adela never seemed eager to talk about it.“Oh? Isn’t that normal? He’s not married.”For most people, it would be normal. But when Adela said it, it sounded different—almost as if there was a hint

“Miss. Miller, this way, please.”The sudden presence of security guards startled Lydia Miller. She couldn’t believe Layson would treat her like this. He hadn’t denied the rumors—didn’t that mean he was at least somewhat interested in her? Panic crept into her chest. Could her intel have been wrong? How was that possible?“Layson, what do you mean by this? I—”Before she could finish, Layson gave a dismissive wave, signaling the guards to escort her out. Reality hit her like a ton of bricks.For years, she had worked her way up, dreaming of securing a spot among the elite. She had been waiting for the perfect opportunity, the right man to latch onto. When she first laid eyes on Layson Norman, she decided he was the one.But now?“Don’t touch me, I can walk on my own.”Even in this humiliating moment, Lydia held onto her pride. She refused to let anyone see her being dragged out like a nobody. With a sharp glare at Layson, she turned on her heels and stormed out."So what if you're ric

The grand ballroom shimmered under dazzling chandeliers, the golden glow making the space even more magnificent. The masquerade ball was in full swing, its mystery captivating—no one knew exactly who was who. Under these lights, the darkness of the night seemed to fade, replaced by the lively atmosphere of whispered conversations and graceful movements.“Liam, have you seen Adela?”Evelyn scanned the room, her eyes darting from one masked figure to another, trying to recognize her. Though everyone wore masks, certain silhouettes were unmistakable, yet she still hadn’t spotted her.Liam Walton held onto Evelyn’s hand carefully, his grip steady. He hadn’t wanted her to come, worried she’d be too exhausted, but he also knew she would’ve been bored staying home alone.“She’ll be here. Don’t worry—just take it easy.”Soft music filled the ballroom, and as the elegant melody played, couples gradually stepped into the center of the dance floor, moving in sync with the rhythm.Standing at the