《The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return》全部章節：第 161 章 - 第 170 章

Chapter 162Cynthia’s POVLater, after the whole banter between Bryan and Ethan, Ethan agreed that Nathaniel would take Amber. Amber also succumbed and Nathaniel drove him away.I stood on the front steps long after the car had disappeared down the road, my arms folded tightly around myself as though I could physically hold myself together. Amber’s small wave through the back window replayed in my mind on a loop. He hadn’t cried. That somehow made it worse. Children shouldn’t be that composed in moments like this. They shouldn’t have to be.Ethan came to stand beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him.“Get in the car,” he said quietly. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”I nodded, too drained to argue, too hollowed out to resist. Tonight had taken everything out of me — fear, anger, adrenaline, restraint. I had nothing left to give.Bryan hovered a few steps away, his presence tense and restless. He didn’t look pleased. And I thought it could be because I w

Chapter 164 Ethan’s POV I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding myself together until Cynthia walked out of that room looking like she might collapse. She didn’t owe my mother anything. Grace had been cruel to her. Manipulative. Dangerous. And yet Cynthia had still laid herself on that sterile chair and let her blood drain out for a woman who had tried to destroy her. That was who Cynthia was. That was who she had always been. A large heart. Too large for this world. Too large for a man like me to have taken for granted. And God help me, that was one of the many reasons I wanted her back in my life. Not because she was convenient. Not because I was lonely. But because she was good. Fundamentally, devastatingly good. The thought twisted sharply into guilt. Because even now, with my mother hovering between life and death, my mind kept circling back to the same thing. Cynthia. It is just a wonder that both my parents’ blood types didn’t match mine. The nurse’s casual s

Chapter 166 Ethan’s POV The words echoed in my ears. It appears that your blood type is indeed type A.. They didn’t land all at once. They reverberated—bouncing around the sterile white walls, lodging themselves behind my eyes, sinking into my chest like shrapnel. For a split second, I thought I’d misheard her. I frowned deeply, my brows pulling together so hard it felt like my skull might crack. “That doesn’t make sense.” My voice sounded steady, even reasonable, which surprised me. Inside, something was already starting to slip, like a foundation quietly crumbling before the walls noticed. “We’ve double-checked,” the nurse replied, calm in that infuriatingly professional way medical staff perfected. “Sometimes there are rare incompatibilities, but in this case, it’s quite clear. You are not a match. Your mother is type O. You are type A.” The room shrank. That was the only way I could describe it—like the air had been sucked out, like the walls had edged closer without aski

Chapter 168Bryan’s POVIt was the first time I had ever been forced to sit with my thoughts for that long without a distraction, and it was hell.Hospitals did that to you. They stripped you down. Just white walls, the low hum of machines, and the unbearable weight of everything you had refused to admit to yourself.I knew they were looking at me.Ethan, with that sharp, territorial stare he had been perfecting all night. Cynthia, with confusion flickering behind her tired eyes, probably wondering why I was still there, why I hadn’t left when the doctor said we could go home. Why I had stayed through the night like I had a claim to any of this.The truth?I had stayed because leaving would have felt like surrender.And I didn’t lose. Not like that.But God… watching her sleep on his shoulder had nearly broken me.The image burned itself into my mind. Cynthia curled into Ethan’s side, her body instinctively seeking him even in exhaustion, even after everything he had done to her. As i

Chapter 170 Cynthia’s POV I ran away from Ethan and Bryan, trying to erase whatever I’d just heard. There was no way he meant what he said. Bryan had hated me right with Ethan three years ago. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of whatever fight—or another stretch of unspoken tension—was brewing between them. I went back into the hospital in a secluded spot and called Amber. I needed to hear Amber’s voice. I needed that small reminder that at least one thing in this entire mess was safe, warm, and untouched by secrets and blood and betrayal. “Mom!” Amber’s voice burst through the line, bright and excited, so full of life it made my chest ache. “Mom, guess what!” I smiled despite myself, moving toward a quieter corner of the corridor. “Hi, baby. Guess what?” “I’m in a very huggeeee mansion!” he practically shouted. “It’s so big, Mom. Like… really big. Bigger than Dad’s house. Uncle Kevin says the land has been used to be their family home for generations.” I leaned agai