Semua Bab Carrying the child of a CEO (English): Bab 121 - Bab 130

“W-What lie, Zoey?” she asked the child in shock. “They tricked me, Auntie! Mommy said she had work, but she’s here with Daddy! And she didn’t even introduce me! And I thought she was in an accident, Auntie?!” “I-I thought so too,” she answered the child in confusion. “A-AND Kuya! No wonder he didn’t want to introduce me to Daddy—because they don’t want me to be part of the family!” Quinn was stunned by this and stared in disbelief. “H-How did you meet Zayne?” At Quinn’s question, Zoey froze mid-sob. “You knew.” “Huh?” “You knew, Auntie! You knew Mommy was here! You knew they were together! You knew I have a twin!” Quinn couldn’t respond to Zoey’s words, making the child cry even harder. “Y-You’re all liars!” Zoey covered her face, causing Quinn to bow her head and let the child cry. But she was startled when, moments later, she heard the child struggling to breathe. “Zoey?” “A-Auntie, I can’t breathe…” Panicked, Quinn quickly grabbed a bottle of water and made h

CLAIRE I’ve been alone watching over my daughter Zoey. It’s been two days since she was hospitalized, and for two days, I’ve been praying for a compatible heart for her. Every night, I go to the church here, crying and begging for a miracle—for someone to save my child. Quinn isn’t here because I sent him to fetch Mom from Paris. I wanted him to break the news to them personally—I didn’t want them to be shocked. “Zoey? Please get better. I can’t lose you,” I said tearfully, holding her hand. I keep talking to her because I know she can hear me. All I want is for her to recover because if anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive myself. My phone suddenly rang, startling me, so I answered immediately. “Hello, Claire? Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up.” I froze when I heard my brother Clark’s voice—I had told him I’d be returning to the palace. “Kuya, I’m so sorry. I can’t go back yet. Something happened to Zoey—she’s in the hospital.” “What?! Which hospital? I’

I looked at my brother, and we locked eyes. Our eyes were the same color—just like Papa’s. They were a deep gray, even more beautiful in the light. But after a moment, I was shocked when Kuya Clark suddenly started crying. “Kuya, what happened?!” I asked worriedly, but he just shook his head at me. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen your eyes, Claire. I couldn’t help but cry because I can really feel it now—you’re finally coming back to us.” I couldn’t respond to what he said. I didn’t even know if I would still return to the palace. But then again, my world here was already in chaos, and I was sure Zekiel would want nothing more to do with me. Kuya walked over and sat on Zoey’s bed, facing me, then took my hands. I found myself staring into his eyes again. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, Claire. I’ve wanted to reach out to you ever since Mama died—to comfort you, to stop your tears—but fear held me back. You didn’t remember me, and worse, I was afraid you’d run away fro

(Scene before Clark and Claire meet at the hospital) Clark walked briskly as he entered the hospital Claire had mentioned. But he suddenly stopped when he encountered someone he knew all too well. “Zekiel,” he frowned, especially upon seeing the man in tears. His mind quickly processed what must have happened—if Zekiel was coming from inside, he must have just seen his child and learned the truth. Without hesitation, Clark rushed toward him, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him square in the face, shocking Zekiel. “What the hll?!” Zekiel exclaimed as he fell to the floor, his lip bleeding. “What’s the matter with you?! Why the hell did you just hit me?!” Zekiel shouted angrily, wiping his tears. “You deserve it,” Clark said flatly, further enraging Zekiel, who stood up and faced him. “You looking for a fight?! Who the hell are you to punch me like that?!” Zekiel snapped, but Clark remained unfazed, his gaze steady and cold. “I want to teach you a lesson. Do you t

“Where could Mommy be?” Zayne wondered aloud as he opened his cellphone to check her location. The screen showed that the woman he adored was at the hospital, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly remembered his sister and felt a sharp pain in his chest. “Zoey,” he muttered nervously, unsure why but instinctively feeling that his sister needed him. Without hesitation, he called her using their usual app—Skype. A few seconds later, someone answered, and a woman with the same eye color as his appeared on the screen. He froze for a moment, a realization dawning on him, but he didn’t recognize her. “Wait… I know that voice. Is that you, Mommy?!” Zayne was utterly shocked. Behind the woman, he saw Bea appear, which startled him even more. “Aunt Bea!” Bea, equally surprised, quickly stepped away from the camera. “That’s Zoey’s phone! How did you end up there, Mommy?” Zayne asked in confusion, but Claire remained silent, tears welling in her eyes. “D-Don’t tell me… you’re my