All Chapters of Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Dexter rushed into the hospital, his breathing heavy from running all the way inside. The emergency room light was still red, signaling that Adela and Herbie were still being treated. His heart pounded in his chest as he spotted Diana sitting in a chair, holding a trembling Ralph in her arms."Mom, how are they?" Dexter asked, his voice tight with anxiety.Diana had been staring at the ER doors for what felt like an eternity. Hearing her son’s voice, she finally looked up, but her face was pale with fear. In her arms, Ralph had cried himself hoarse, his small body still shaking as he let out silent sobs.She didn’t respond immediately. She had been too shaken by what had happened. Even now, she hadn’t fully processed everything. Instead, she just kept rubbing Ralph’s back, trying to comfort him while struggling to keep herself together.Just then, the doors to the ER swung open, and a doctor stepped out. Dexter immediately strode forward, his voice urgent. "Doctor, how are they?"The

As soon as Layson Norman stepped off the plane, he didn’t head straight to the hospital—he went directly to the police station instead. The whole situation was too suspicious, and he refused to believe this was just some random accident. Sitting in the back of the car, he closed his eyes for a moment, exhaustion settling deep in his bones. His mind was on edge, his heart pounding in an anxious rhythm he hated to acknowledge. He was scared.He never admitted fear, but right now, he was terrified—terrified of hearing bad news about Adela. Afraid that if he let himself think too much, he might not be able to handle it."Boss, that shopping mall is under Marty’s management. Should we bring him in for questioning?" Barnes, sitting in the front seat, asked while typing away on his laptop. Given the size of the Norman family's business empire, it had taken him a moment to confirm which branch owned the shopping center where the accident occurred.Layson opened his eyes slowly at the mention

Being taken away in handcuffs was something Lydia never imagined would happen to her. She had spent her life in the spotlight, admired, envied, and praised. Now, she was nothing more than a criminal being dragged into a police station.As the officers led her forward, she suddenly let out a low chuckle. That chuckle soon turned into full-blown laughter. The officers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure if she had lost her mind."You’re ruthless… absolutely ruthless," she muttered between laughter. "I was such a fool. Such a damn fool."Only now did she realize how thoroughly she had been used. She had been nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game. And worse, she had willingly walked into it. How could she have been so blind? Why had she ever thought it was a good idea to go against Layson Norman?A gust of wind blew her disheveled hair across her face, but she hardly noticed. Across the street, in the shadow of a tall building, a woman in high heels stood watching. Marah had been w

Adela’s eyes fluttered open, her vision hazy as she adjusted to the harsh hospital lighting. The first thing she saw was Layson sitting beside her, his expression filled with worry, exhaustion, and something else—something deeper. But her mind was still blank, struggling to make sense of everything.Across the room, Spencer Walton suddenly snapped out of his daze. In his rush to leave, he nearly tripped over the bed frame. “I—I’ll get the doctor,” he muttered hastily before disappearing out the door.Within minutes, the doctor arrived, flanked by nurses. They quickly began assessing her condition.“Miss Walton, do you feel dizzy?” the doctor asked, shining a small flashlight into her pupils. The sudden brightness made her squint, her senses slowly coming back.The room was filled with soft murmurs and the gentle hum of medical equipment, but the one thing Adela noticed most was the warmth of the hand holding hers. A steady, firm grip that provided a deep sense of security. She knew in

Behind the glass window, the figure on the hospital bed lay motionless, surrounded by medical equipment. Each flicker and beep on the life-monitoring devices made the observers' hearts tighten anxiously.Adela, escorted by Layson Norman, repeatedly reminded herself to stay calm and not collapse again. But when she stood in front of the window looking at Herbie, her heartache was overwhelming. She covered her mouth, desperately trying to hold back tears, but they streamed down uncontrollably.Layson reached out to comfort her, but Adela resisted, unwilling to tear her eyes away from Herbie. The memory of that huge advertising board crashing down haunted her; despite being so close, she couldn’t protect her sister.“Adela, please don't do this. We'll do everything we can to make her better,” Layson murmured gently, pain evident in his weary eyes, accentuating his rugged yet handsome features.He forcibly pulled her into his embrace. Adela buried herself in his chest, clinging tightly to