All Chapters of Once His Pawn, Now His Brother’s Obsession— Too Late, Ex!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OPHELIA For ten minutes after Selena and Julius left, little Alia clung to my skin like a koala, as if she wanted to be one with me. Even when I tried to lay her back on her hospital bed, she refused. It was only after the doctors arrived to check her condition that she agreed to part from my skin. Luckily, the doctors left after confirming that little Alia was out of danger but needed to be on bed rest for the meantime. She’d have to stay admitted to the hospital so that the doctors could monitor her condition for a while. She didn’t speak about Selena, Julius, or what she’d just heard. She didn’t ask questions or try to put her hands around everything that her little head had just found. But I knew one thing— she looked at me like she needed those answers. But even I wasn’t ready to answer. All I needed right now was to secure the child. To keep her away from Julius and Selena. Five minutes into cheering her up, her smile suddenly disappeared as she lifted her face to the do

OPHELIA Little Alia’s treatment continued for the next four days and I stayed with her throughout. I learnt something about my daughter— she hated hospitals just like me. On the fifth day, when the doctor finally announced that little Alia could be discharged, her eyes sparkled for the first time in five days. “Thank you, doctor,” I said to Alia’s female doctor whom I recognized as one of the top doctors in the country. “My pleasure,” she replied before slipping out of the room. Once the doctors and nurses were out, I directed my attention back to Alia.“You can finally leave the hospital, Alia.” I planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re the strongest child in this world. How are you feeling?”She gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She tried to hide it but I caught the way her eyes began to water and her gaze lowered to the floor. With a sigh, I sat down next to her on her bed. The bandage on her head had been removed, her injury now covered with a plaster instead. Anyti

OPHELIA“Let her.”All eyes snapped toward Ronan when he appeared from behind. The servants instantly moved to the side as he sauntered over to us still dressed in the black shirt and pants from the morning.“Do you really make cars, bad Uncle?”“Alia.” I scolded.Ronan crossed his fingers behind his back and glanced at the portraits. “I do, why?”“So cool,” she muttered so low but loud enough for everyone to hear. Alia’s lips pouted and she glared at her uncle as if she was mad that she found what he did cool.“You seem to be interested in my paintings and cars, Miss Princess.”She stood on her tiptoes again and ran her hand over the painting. “Did you paint all of these?” He shrugged. Again, Alia’s mouth fell open. I had the same expression.I knew that Ronan Throne designed most of his cars himself and was involved in every process in making them. What I never imagined was the man having hobbies like painting or drawing.She moved to my side and stayed behind my leg, peering at hi

OPHELIA Julius barely finished his words before a large hand seized him by the neck. Ronan’s men surrounded him. Knowing how Julius was, I’d asked them to come in if I delayed more than ten minutes. A punch landed on his face, the sounds of his bones cracking filling my ears. “Leave my son.” Another punch was delivered to his face and the three men held him down to his knees. Breath quickening, and with bloodied lips, he stared at me with a blazing expression. “My lawyer will contact you soon. If you don’t sign the papers, this is only just the beginning of what you’ll receive.” Casting his mother one last look, I grabbed my bag. ****** “Welcome back, Mrs Whitmore.” The employees at my father’s company were gathered around the lobby of the company when I got there. I stopped before them and assessed, noticing a lot of unfamiliar faces. “Thank you all.” I acknowledged. Their attention shifted to beside me and I knew they were wondering who the little girl beside me was. A

OPHELIAAs I stepped out fully from the car, the gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. My mother-in-law wasn’t the only one wearing that expression. The cameras clicked faster, the flashes exploding dangerously in such a way that I could barely see the spot ahead of me.Ronan’s men controlled the paparazzi. They kept them at arm's length to make sure they didn’t reach us. “Mr Throne, has your relationship with your family changed?”“Are you attending the party with your husband’s enemy, Mrs Whitmore?” Their questions echoed around us as Ronan extended his arm, which I wrapped my hand around. Together, we stepped through the marble steps leading to the entrance. “Have you completely lost your mind, Opehlia Whitmore?” She bit out through her teeth as we got to the entrance, an obvious practiced smile plastered on her lips. As usual, she ignored Ronan and continued. “Julius would be even more furious with this.”We didn’t stop. Ronan didn’t even spare her a glance and neither