บททั้งหมดของ When Betray Brings Mr. Right: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Ivan turned on his heel, his arm still protectively wrapped around Arisha’s shoulder as he led her away. His grip was firm, his fingers entwined with hers as they walked through the hospital corridor. The air was thick with shock, and all eyes turned to them. Nurses paused mid-step, doctors glanced up from their rounds, and patients watched from their rooms, each of them frozen in disbelief. The Ivan Anderson Suegra, heir to one of the most powerful families in the country, was walking openly, holding hands with a woman who was supposedly just a doctor.Arisha felt the weight of every gaze, her pulse quickening as whispers echoed in the hallway. She kept her eyes down, trying to steady her breath, but she could feel the intensity of the moment—this wasn’t just about Ivan’s declaration. It was about the power of his family name, and what it meant for him to walk so openly with her. She felt exposed, like the entire world was judging her for daring to walk beside him.Ivan’s expression

Ivan and Arisha hurried back to the ICU, their expressions shifting to alarm as they spotted Andrine pacing anxiously outside the door. Her eyes were wide, and she rushed toward them the moment they arrived. "Doctor Arisha, where have you been?" she asked, her voice laced with panic. "The machine is showing something!"Arisha’s heart leaped into her throat, and she rushed past Andrine into the room. Her eyes locked onto the monitor, and her breath hitched—Bjorn’s vital signs were dipping dangerously low, the rhythmic beeping accelerating into a frantic, urgent pace.Ivan’s face paled, his eyes darting to the screen and then to Bjorn’s still, bandaged form. “What’s happening?” he demanded, fear creeping into his voice.Arisha’s hands trembled, but she forced herself to stay focused, snapping into action. “His blood pressure is dropping,” she said quickly, her eyes scanning the various monitors and charts. “And his oxygen levels are unstable.”Andrine stood at the foot of the bed, her h

Ivan stormed down the corridor, his eyes locked onto Armin with a fury that made the air crackle around them. Armin, who had been pacing nervously outside the ICU, straightened as he saw his uncle approaching. “How is Bjorn doing now?” he asked, trying to mask the anxiety in his voice.Ivan’s eyes blazed. “Did you find out anything about the accident?” he demanded, his tone sharp and unyielding.Armin blinked, momentarily taken aback by the directness of the question. “We’re still looking into it—”But Ivan’s gaze was already shifting, fixing on Seraphina like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. His eyes darkened, and he gave her a look that was both accusing and fierce. Seraphina felt the heat of his glare, her confident posture crumbling as she instinctively took a step back, fear flickering in her eyes.“What—what are you saying, Uncle?” Armin stammered, his voice filled with confusion as he glanced between Seraphina and Ivan. “Neil? Seraphina? Why would you suspect them?”Ivan’s expres

Ivan stood just outside Bjorn’s ICU, his eyes scanning the guards stationed around the perimeter. Every detail had to be perfect; he wasn’t taking any chances with security, not after everything that had happened. The tension in his muscles refused to ease, a knot of anxiety twisting in his chest.His phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet hum of the hospital’s machines. The name on the screen made his heart drop—Alton Lewis. Midnight calls were never good news, especially with Sisi staying at Alton’s place. Ivan’s breath caught as he answered. “Alton?” he said, trying to mask the rising fear in his voice.There was a pause on the other end, a silence heavy with dread, and Ivan’s grip tightened around the phone. “Alton, what is it?”When Alton spoke, his voice was thick with regret and fear. “Ivan... I’m sorry, but... your daughter... she went missing from my house.”The world around Ivan blurred. His pulse pounded in his ears, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. “What?” he whispe

Andrine sat in the ICU beside Bjorn’s bed, her body motionless, like a statue carved from stone. The steady beeping of the machines filled the room, but to her, the sound felt distant, as if she were trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. She stared at Bjorn’s bandaged face, her eyes empty, her mind reeling. It wasn’t just her sister, Alysha, who had been taken away by the Hollands again. This time, they had taken away the only doctor capable of saving Bjorn’s life as well.Her hands trembled, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. The Hollands knew. They knew Alysha—her sister, the one living under the name “Doctor Arisha Holland”—was Bjorn’s only hope. And they had ripped her away at the most critical moment, leaving Bjorn vulnerable, with no one else who could help him.Andrine’s heart ached as she looked at Bjorn’s still form. She could feel the danger circling him like a storm, the sense that his life hung by a thread. What would they do now? With Alysha gone and no one els