All Chapters of The Disgraced Husband Is the Septamillionaire Heir: Chapter 261
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CHAPTER 203
The sterile white lights of Ashford Hills General Hospital hummed above the corridor. Vivian sat on the cold metal bench, her fingers locked together so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Her eyes were fixed on the operating room doors. She had not moved from that spot for hours.The patriarch sat beside her, his weathered hand resting on his cane. Every few minutes, he would glance at his granddaughter, then back at those doors.Richard stood against the far wall with his arms crossed. His face carried a look that was hard to read. Not anger. Not worry. Something in between that he refused to name.The doors finally opened. A surgeon stepped out, pulling his mask down, and the exhaustion on his face made Vivian's heart stop for a full second."The patient is stable. The bullet has been removed successfully. He will need extended rest, but the worst is over."Vivian's entire body went limp. She pressed her palms against her face and drew in a long, shaking breath that she had been
CHAPTER 204
The hospital room carried the sharp smell of antiseptic and the low, steady beeping of the heart monitor. Carden lay propped against the pillows, his face still pale but his eyes fully alert. Vivian sat beside him in the chair, her posture stiff, her gaze fixed on the window as if she had not just kissed him minutes ago in front of everyone.The door opened slowly. Richard walked in first, followed by the patriarch who leaned on his cane with each step. The moment the two men crossed the threshold, something in the air shifted. The way Richard looked at Carden was nothing like before. Gone was the cold sneer. Gone was the disgust. In its place sat something heavier. Something that a proud man like Richard would never openly name but could not hide either.Richard stopped at the foot of the bed. His jaw worked for a moment, grinding against words that clearly did not come easy to him. He glanced at Vivian, then back at Carden. His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides."I owe you a
CHAPTER 205
The hospital room was still. The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow across the white walls and the steady beeping of the monitor filled the silence between them. Carden lay against the pillows, his eyes resting on Vivian who sat rigidly in the chair beside his bed with her hands clasped tightly in her lap.He watched her for a moment. The tension in her jaw. The way her fingers kept pressing into each other. The slight redness around her eyes that she was clearly trying to hide behind that cold expression of hers."Were you worried about me?" His tone was soft. Not teasing. Not playful. Genuinely asking.Vivian did not look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on the edge of the bed sheet, her lips pressed together in a thin line. She did not nod. She did not shake her head. She simply sat there, wrapped in her silence like it was armor.But that silence told him everything he needed to know.Carden did not push further. He let the quiet sit between them, understanding it better than any wo
CHAPTER 206
She looked away. But the suspicion in her eyes did not fade. It simply went into storage, waiting for the next time something did not add up.Meanwhile, out in the hospital corridor, three men walked side by side. Sebastian had his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression carrying the leftover relief of a man who had barely escaped a catastrophe. Richard walked with his usual rigid posture, his chin slightly raised. The patriarch moved slowly between them, his cane clicking against the polished floor with each step.Sebastian glanced at the exit sign ahead and cleared his throat. "Well, I should probably get going. There are a few things at the office that need my attention and I have been away for quite some time now."The patriarch stopped walking. He turned to Sebastian and shook his head firmly. "Nonsense. You are not going anywhere. Not after a night like this."Richard, surprisingly, nodded in agreement. "The old man is right for once. We could all use a drink after what hap
CHAPTER 207
The patriarch held his glass but did not drink from it. His old eyes stayed fixed on Sebastian across the table, watching every small movement. The way Sebastian sat. The way he spoke about Carden. The way his entire demeanor shifted whenever Carden's name came up, like a soldier snapping to attention at the mention of his commander.Something was not right. The patriarch had felt it for weeks now, but tonight, sitting this close to Sebastian without the chaos and noise of the Montgomery household, the feeling was stronger than ever. This man was hiding something. And whatever it was, it revolved entirely around Carden.He made a quiet decision in that moment. He would dig deeper. But carefully. Without tipping off either of them. If Carden truly had a hidden identity, then pushing too hard too fast could ruin everything.The patriarch set his glass down and leaned back in his chair. A thoughtful look settled across his weathered face."I have been thinking about something." He tapped
CHAPTER 208
Harold Chen followed behind his grandson at a more measured pace. He greeted the patriarch with a respectful nod and extended his hand to Richard, who shook it briefly. His eyes lingered on Sebastian for a moment longer than necessary, the recognition and subtle calculation visible in his gaze."Harold. It has been a while." The patriarch gestured to the empty seats. "Join us.""Do not mind if we do." Harold settled into the leather chair with practiced ease while Derek slid in beside him, crossing one leg over the other.A waitress brought two fresh glasses. The group exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. Harold asked about the patriarch's health. Richard inquired about the Chen family's latest real estate venture. Sebastian sat quietly, sipping his drink with a relaxed posture that betrayed nothing.Then Derek leaned forward and rested his forearm on the table. His eyes carried a glint that did not match his smile."I heard about what happened with Vivian. The kidnapping. The wh
CHAPTER 209
The silence that followed Sebastian's words was suffocating. It pressed down on the table like a physical weight, squeezing the air out of the space between them. Nobody moved. Nobody reached for their glass. The low hum of the lounge's background music felt miles away.Derek sat rigid in his chair. His mouth had opened slightly, a response clearly forming behind his teeth, but it never made it out. Sebastian's eyes were still locked on him with that unnerving calm that carried more threat than any raised voice ever could.Then the patriarch leaned forward. His cane tapped the floor once, drawing every eye to him."Let me add something to what Sebastian just told you, boy." The old man's voice was rough and blunt, carrying no decoration whatsoever. "Carden has bled for my family. Not once. Not twice. He has put his body between my granddaughter and death more times than I can count on these old fingers. He walked into places that would make grown men soil themselves and came out carry
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"Then perhaps he should start learning by keeping his mouth shut when grown men are talking." The patriarch's cane struck the floor with a sharp crack. "At his age, Carden was training under one of the most respected tacticians in the country. At his age, Carden had already survived things that would break most people twice over. And at his age, Derek is sitting in a lounge, criticizing a man he could never become, using money he did not earn."Harold flinched. His hand tightened around his glass until his knuckles whitened. He wanted to fire back. The patriarch could see it in his eyes. But Harold Chen was not a fool. He knew exactly who was sitting at this table. The patriarch of the Montgomery family on one side and the CEO of the Marvelous Group on the other. Picking a fight with either of them would be career suicide. Picking a fight with both of them at the same time would be worse than that.He swallowed whatever was sitting on his tongue and forced his face into a neutral expr
CHAPTER 211
Harold Chen sat in the passenger seat of the black sedan, his face carved from stone. The streetlights of Ashford Hills swept across the windshield in slow, rhythmic intervals as the car pulled away from the curb. His fingers drummed against his knee in an uneven pattern that betrayed the storm behind his composed exterior."Something is not right about all of this." Harold's brow creased deeply, the lines across his forehead doubling. "Sebastian Mitchell is the most calculating businessman I have ever encountered. That man does not sneeze without a reason behind it. He certainly does not defend people out of the goodness of his heart."Derek sat beside him, his body angled toward the window, his jaw so tight the veins along his neck were visible. He had not spoken since getting into the car. The humiliation from the lounge still clung to him like a second skin, burning through every layer of pride he had ever built.Harold continued, his tone low and troubled. "Richard Montgomery bar
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On the fourth day, Vivian brought him a book from the house. She placed it on the bedside table without a word and sat down in her usual chair.Carden picked it up and looked at the cover. "This is a romance novel.""It was the only thing on the shelf that was not a legal textbook." Her face remained perfectly neutral."You could have brought me the legal textbook. At least that would put me to sleep faster.""You are welcome to read nothing."He opened the book anyway.On the fifth day, she brought food from a restaurant near Greyford that he had mentioned once in passing, weeks ago. She set the containers on the small table and arranged them neatly before sitting down.Carden looked at the food, then at her. "You remembered.""I remember everything." Her tone carried no warmth. Just a statement of fact. But the tips of her ears turned the faintest shade of pink as she pulled out her phone and pretended to be busy.Despite these small moments of progress, something else was growing i