บททั้งหมดของ THE CEO’S BETRAYAL; EX-WIFE HIDES HIS BABIES: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Camilla's POV.I held on to George and Bridget held on to Mira.But George and Mira both met in the middle and held onto each other's arms while playing.They looked so adorable.After I slept off next to Mira, she woke me up the next morning by yelling 'Mommy! Mommy!' into my ear.When I got up she handed me my phone. I answered it.It was from the hospital that George was admitted.They asked me if I was George's mother and I said yes.When Mira heard me say George, she started yelling and calling out his name. I couldn't hear the person on the other end of the line again, so I headed for the door.She followed me from behind and kept on yelling. But Bridget grabbed her by the waist and tickled her, and she started giggling. She was such an angel.When I got downstairs it became a lot easier to hear the lady talking.She told me that George could be discharged that morning.Once I ended the call I ran back upstairs and was about to go into the room when Bridget asked me what they

Camilla's POV.I didn't know I was that deep in thought. I had moved to the patio without even realizing it. Neither did I know when Mom, the kids, and Bridget got back home.Mom sat down next to me.Then the kids came running towards us."Mommy! Mommy! The park was so big!""I went through the slide!...""Grandma Ma pushed me on the swing, I thought was going to!...""Yeah me too and then we sat on the merry-go-round!""Yeah!""And then we went round and round and round and!...""And round and round and round!"They were both excited and yelling without letting either of them complete their sentences.It was nice seeing them this happy.I have Mom and Bridget to thank for this.The kids were still frolicking around me before Bridget came and took them inside the house to give them some snacks.After they left, Mom sighed softly. I think she was the one who asked them to leave.There was silence between us.I loved silent moments, but not when someone was next to me.The only person

Camilla's POV.This weekend was like never before.I got to see a lot of things and do a lot of things.I watched the kids play with Grandma and Bridget too.We couldn't even leave as planned.We had to stay behind for another day to visit Dad.Bridget was also a lot better too.The night before we had spoken a lot.She told me about how Dad had been there for her.One time he had given her advice on how to let her crush know that she liked him.I didn't see that part coming at all.I had no idea Dad was also giving out dating tips.When we were joking about it, Mom joined us downstairs.She heard us talking about Dad and started laughing.She sat in between us and told us that Dad was bad at confessing his feelings.Then she told us their story together.She had just moved into the neighborhood and started attending the high school there.She told us about how the guys at school had their eyes on her, which I do believe. From the pictures I have seen, Mom was a diva back in high sch

Lawrence’s POV. Entering the spacious boardroom, I observed my team seated around the imposing mahogany table. Each member exuded a sense of seriousness, indicative of the weighty matters to be discussed. Just how I like it. I sat down at the head of the table, preparing for the meeting to commence. A few seconds later, the meeting began. As each agenda was addressed, my team presented updates on various aspects of our business. From financial performance down to the operational challenges that we were facing. I listened attentively, engaging with each report through questions and insights. Occasionally, tensions arose as opposing perspectives clashed, making the decision-making to be difficult. Yet, I endeavored to maintain a calm demeanor, guiding the discussion with a focus on our company's overarching goals. Upon conclusion, we decided to strike a deal for a contract worth ten million dollars with Midas company. This wasn't like other contracts and deals

Camilla POV.As I scrubbed my hands, the scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the subtle tension that always precedes critical surgery. The OR was a symphony of beeping monitors and hushed voices as my team and I prepared to fight for a life hanging in the balance.After the beeping of the intercom, the words that came gave everyone a scare.A girl had been stabbed continuously by a guy in a dark alley last night. But her body was found this morning by a passerby.She needed surgery urgently.The girl lay before us, her body still and pale, a stark contrast to the vibrant spirit she must have once possessed. Multiple stab wounds adorned her abdomen like cruel punctuation marks on the canvas of her flesh. I knew the odds were stacked against us, but as a surgeon, my duty was clear, which was to give her every fighting chance.I made the first incision, cutting through skin and muscle to expose the labyrinth of organs beneath. Her abdominal organs had been badly pierced.