A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 230

One angry.

topped abruptly.

Because I recognized both immediately.

Grandfather.

And Mr. Sun.

I slowed my steps.

Not intentionally.

Instinctively.

Because Mr. Sun sounded furious.

Not loud.

Which somehow made it worse.

The older man rarely raised his voice.

He didn’t need to.

“Do you have any idea how reckless this was?”

I froze outside the doorway.

Grandfather’s voice sounded rough.

Weak.

“You always did enjoy lecturing me.”

Mr. Sun ignored that completely.

“She nearly broke.”

Silence.

My chest tightened immediately.

The conversation wasn’t supposed to be happening.

I knew that instantly.

Neither man knew I was there.

“She is stronger than you think.”

Grandfather’s voice sounded tired.

Mr. Sun laughed bitterly.

“That’s exactly the problem.”

The room fell silent for several seconds.

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Then Mr. Sun spoke again.

You should have told her.”

I frowned.

Told me what?

Inside the room, Grandfather sighed heavily.

“I was waiting.”

“Waiting?”

Mr. Sun sounded genuinely offended now.

“You were poisoned.”

A pause.

“You almost died.”

Another pause.

“And you were still waiting.”

My stomach twisted.

The conversation felt wrong.

Important.

Dangerous.

Like I had accidentally stumbled into the middle of a secret.

“I needed confirmation.”

Grandfather’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“From whom?” Mr. Sun demanded.

The answer came immediately.

“The archives.” 1

Archives?

Neither man spoke for several moments afterward.

Then Mr. Sun sighed.

A tired sound.

The sound of someone carrying knowledge they never wanted.

“She deserves the truth.”

Grandfather didn’t answer immediately.

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When he finally did, his voice sounded older than I had ever heard it.

know.”

Another silence.

Then Mr. Sun delivered the final blow.

“No.”

His voice hardened.

“You don’t.” 1

The room seemed to grow colder.

“Because if you did, you would have told Amber the truth years ago.”

Everything inside me stopped.

The truth?

My hand pushed the door open before I consciously made the decision.

Both men turned toward me immediately.

Grandfather looked pale against the hospital bed.

Mr. Sun looked caught.

Neither expression made me feel better.

My pulse thundered inside my ears.

Slowly.

Carefully.

I looked from one man to the other.

Then I asked the only question that mattered.

“The truth about what?”

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The silence after my question stretched painfully.

The truth about what?

Neither man answered immediately.

Grandfather looked exhausted.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

For the first time in my life, I saw hesitation in his eyes.

Real hesitation.

The kind that belonged to someone carrying a burden for decades.

Mr. Sun looked between us before finally sighing.

“You should tell her yourself.”

Grandfather nodded once.

Slowly.

Then he looked at me.

“Amber.”

His voice was still rough from the poison and the surgery.

Weak.

But determined.

“I need to speak with you alone.”

I froze.

The seriousness in his tone immediately made my stomach twist.

Mr. Sun stood first.

Without argument.

Without complaint.

As he reached the door, he paused briefly.

“The others will arrive soon.”

He looked directly at my grandfather.

“Don’t hide behind half-truths this time.”

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Then he left.

Outside, I could hear voices approaching.

Jason.

My grandmother.

The children.

Adrian.

Clara.

Mr. Sun intercepted them before they entered.

“Amber and Chairman Asher need to discuss something.”

No one argued.

Though I imagined Jason wanted to.

The door closed.

And suddenly it was just the two of us.

Grandfather patted the chair beside his bed.

“Come here.”

I moved automatically.

Almost mechanically.

He reached for my hand.

His fingers felt colder than I remembered.

For several moments, he simply held it.

Like he was trying to gather the courage to continue.

Then he finally spoke.

“Do you remember what happened when you were young?”

I frowned immediately.

“What do you mean?”

Grandfather’s gaze lowered briefly.

“The kidnapping.”

My chest tightened.

The kidnapping.

One of the many mysteries surrounding my childhood.

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One of the many things no one ever fully explained.

hook my head.

“Not really.”

A pause.

“I remember fragments.”

A room.

A nanny.

Fear.

Nothing clear.

Grandfather nodded slowly.

As if that answer hurt him.

“You were very young.”

Another pause.

“Three years old.”

I remained silent.

Something told me I wasn’t going to like where this conversation was going.

At all.

Grandfather took a slow breath.

“Amber…”

His grip tightened slightly around my hand.

“You were engaged at birth.”

The words didn’t register immediately.

I blinked.

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