All Chapters of Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam Walton gently guided his grandfather out of the bustling New York airport, his arm steady around the older man’s shoulders. They moved slowly, partly because of the crowd, partly because his grandfather’s health wasn’t what it used to be. These days, the old man’s legs gave him trouble, making walking any distance a challenge. It was for this reason Liam had initially asked him not to come see Adela off. But the elderly patriarch of the Walton family had been adamant: he wanted, no, needed, to witness Adela’s departure. There was no telling when—if ever—she might return, and he couldn’t bear the thought of never having another chance to confirm that she was safe and well, even if she refused to come home to the Walton family.As they stepped through the sliding glass doors, the hot summer air enveloped them, a startling contrast to the air-conditioned chill of the airport. Liam could sense the mix of regret and sadness radiating from his grandfather, though the old man’s face rem

Adela’s older brother, Liam Walton, helped his grandfather into the car outside the airport, feeling as though the entire day had sapped his energy. Yet he wasn’t the only one weighed down by conflicting emotions. Far across town, in a quiet, dimly lit bar, Liam’s close associate and friend—though “friend” might be too strong a term—Layson Norman was sitting with a glass of whiskey. The low hum of jazz music filled the background, and the faint chatter of other patrons hung in the air.But even that subdued setting paled in comparison to the somber mood of another man who was already deep into his own drink: Liam Walton himself had chosen to meet someone in a bar, but not Layson. Instead, he had shown up in response to a spontaneous call from Dexter Norman… or so Layson had assumed at first. In reality, it was Liam who was meeting with Layson, and the location was a sleek, private lounge near the city center.Earlier that day…After visiting Evelyn’s small apartment, Liam had left wit

The early morning sun cast a warm glow through the tall windows of Layson Norman’s home. Diana—his mother—lingered near the living room, already occupied with cooing at little Ralph, who was gurgling happily in the nanny’s arms. Layson, having just come downstairs, greeted them with a slight nod before continuing on his way. He had a long day ahead, but first he needed to handle a few family matters.Far across town, another corner of the Norman family was stirring. Diana had come to check on Ralph, but her real aim had been to talk to Layson about Dexter Norman, who was still stubbornly living on his own. To her surprise, the conversation took a quick turn when she realized Layson had even bigger problems—like the unexpected child he was caring for.“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Diana asked in a low voice, arms folded over her chest. She was more than a little upset that Layson had kept the baby a secret for so long. Despite having lived in the Norman family for decades, she somet

When Diana’s call came through, Layson Norman was on his way to sign a contract with a real estate developer. Over the phone, Diana sounded distraught and tearful, begging Layson to come back and help with Dexter. This was the first time Diana had ever pleaded with Layson in such a manner, because she honestly had no other options.“Layson, please come home. Your father locked Dexter in the study. I have no idea what’s going on in there, and he won’t let me in. I’m at a total loss here.”Hearing this, Layson frowned slightly, pausing in front of the elevator doors. “What happened?”Diana stood outside the study, watching the closed door anxiously. Her worry only grew deeper. She knew how Richard could be when he was angry—he cared about nothing else, and over the past few years, his temper had only gotten worse.“He found out that Dexter beat someone up, landing them in the hospital. He must’ve run into Dexter at the police station today, and I guess he was furious.”Layson, now stepp

Adela returned to her room and stared at the envelope in her hand for a long time. She was curious about its contents, but she couldn’t bring herself to open it. Something about it gave her an uneasy feeling. After a while, she sighed, deciding it was better to leave it for now. She slipped it into her drawer and shut it, trying to push the uncertainty out of her mind.After a refreshing shower, Adela sat at her desk and began to paint. Each stroke of the brush brought her a small sense of joy; she finally felt like she had found something she truly loved. What she needed now was to perfect it. Adela was deeply grateful for the second chance life had given her.Meanwhile, Layson Norman had been waiting at the hospital for hours for his father, Richard Norman, to wake up. Piles of documents had accumulated on the table in front of him. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Layson looked up to see a doctor who looked to be around his father’s age. Layson put the papers down and stood up.