All Chapters of Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Liam Walton stood at the broad window of his office, one hand resting on the windowsill, the other pressed lightly against his side. He had just ended a call with Layson Norman, and the weight of what he’d learned kept him silent. From that conversation, Liam realized Adela—his younger sister—was not merely resisting her newly discovered family; she was actively planning to slip away if the Walton family tried to claim her.He sighed, recalling how the Walton family patriarch had already contacted him, demanding an explanation about Adela and insisting Liam “bring her home.” Liam, however, felt torn. On one side, duty urged him to obey his grandfather’s wishes, but on the other side, a fierce protectiveness for Adela took hold of him. She had already lived through so much suffering. If forcing her to return would only hurt her further, was it truly the right thing to do?Finally, Liam grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the leather armchair and left his office. He would think abo

As soon as Layson Norman ushered Adela out of the police station, she quietly followed him—her usual confidence dampened by the tense reunion she had just witnessed. The moment they got into his car, Layson finally broke the silence.“How did you end up there?” he asked, fastening his seat belt before turning his head slightly in her direction.From her spot in the passenger seat, Adela glimpsed the edge of his profile—his sharp jaw, the slight furrow of his brow. For a brief moment, she was caught off guard by how striking he looked against the city lights filtering through the windshield. Feeling self-conscious for staring, she took an extra second to respond.“Dexter…called me,” she said simply, hoping her slight flush wasn’t too obvious in the dim light.Layson raised an eyebrow in subtle curiosity, but before he could press further, his gaze dropped to her abdomen. “You’re pregnant,” he reminded her in a level tone. “You shouldn’t be running around late at night, especially not t

Liam Walton lingered by the coffee table, his gaze fixated on the divorce papers as if they were some inscrutable code he couldn’t decipher. The neatly printed words seemed to carry an unbearable weight, pressing down on him. It wasn’t until a housekeeper came upstairs to announce that dinner was ready that he finally jolted out of his daze.“Sir, dinner is served,” the housekeeper said politely.Liam, still holding the thin stack of pages in his hand, looked up. “All right,” he replied quietly. He slid the papers into a drawer of the coffee table, making sure they were out of sight but not out of mind, and left the room.Descending the wide, elegantly carved staircase, he was struck by an unusual awareness of the home he had taken for granted for so many years. From the polished marble floors to the ornately framed portraits of Walton ancestors on the walls, everything seemed more alive than usual. Ever since he’d married Evelyn, he had spent far too many evenings preoccupied with bu

When Adela arrived at the hospital, she was immediately ushered into a VIP suite. The faint scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment surrounded her, making her heart pound with apprehension. She underwent a comprehensive series of tests—checking her blood pressure, monitoring the baby’s heartbeat, and ensuring that everything was in order. Once the doctor declared there were no complications, Layson Norman slipped out, leaving Adela alone in the bright, sterile room.Lying on the adjustable bed, Adela tried flipping through a paperback she had brought, but the words blurred in front of her eyes. Although her gaze roamed over the text, her mind remained elsewhere—on the life she would lead once this baby came into the world. The baby she had agreed to have under contract, with no illusions of love or a shared future. She felt an unsettling mix of fear and relief, knowing that soon, her part of the bargain would be complete.Late that morning, her phone buzzed. Seeing H

Adela felt Herbie’s arms clinging to her waist, the small girl’s sobs tearing at her heart. Unable to hold back any longer, tears slipped down Adela’s own cheeks. She had promised herself she would be strong, especially in front of Herbie, but there was no steel in the world strong enough to completely shield her from a moment like this. So she lowered herself to Herbie’s eye level, gathering her little sister into a trembling hug. Everyone around them—Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson, and even Layson Norman—remained quiet. It was as if the weight of this farewell hung in the air, giving the scene a solemn hush.“I’ll come back for you,” Adela whispered, gently rubbing Herbie’s back in a soothing circle. She had said this so many times before, but saying it now felt like an act of desperation, as though those words were her last defense against heartbreak. It was all she could offer.Steeling herself, Adela gently pulled Herbie away and nudged her into Mrs. Anderson’s arms. It pained her t