A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 403

The Names Left Behind

Amber POV

It took Jason two weeks to get out of bed.

His recovery was steady but frustratingly slow. His memories returned in pieces, his head injury continued healing, and physical therapy became the part of every day he hated most.

I wasn’t doing much better at following medical instructions.

My blood pressure started climbing again, and being almost eight months pregnant with twins meant the doctors had very little patience for my argument that I felt perfectly fine.

“Bed rest,” my doctor announced.

Across the room, Jason smiled.

I pointed at him. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face did.”

The doctor continued, “Strict bed rest. Short trips to the bathroom and very limited walking.”

I sighed. There was no point fighting her, especially after the scare we’d already had during Jason’s disappearance.

“Fine. Then put me in here.”

Jason looked at me.

I gestured toward the empty space in his private room. “Bring me another bed. I’m not spending the next few weeks arguing with nurses every time I want to see my husband.”

The doctors exchanged a look.

Jason raised his hand. “I support this plan.”

“Nobody asked you.”

“It’s my room.”

“It’s a hospital room.”

“Still mine.”

The doctors eventually agreed, probably because they realized containing both of us in one room would be easier than trying to keep us apart.

By that afternoon, a second hospital bed had been brought in beside Jason’s.

Alice called it a sleepover. Alex wanted a third bed. Mrs. Sun brought enough clothes and personal items for a month, while Pamela arranged for my tablet and the investigation reports I was still permitted to review.

So Jason and I recovered together.

He had physical therapy. I had blood–pressure checks. Neither of us was allowed to go anywhere without permission.

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The Nores Left Behind

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Marriage had apparently become a shared medical detention.

the fourteenth day, Jason finally stood.

I watched from my bed as he gripped the support frame and slowly pushed himself upright. His legs trembled, but he stayed standing.

Then he took one step.

Two.

Three.

His therapist guided him back toward the bed before his legs gave out.

Jason looked irritated.

I was smiling.

“Three steps.”

“That’s pathetic.”

“Two weeks ago you were unconscious.”

He looked at me.

“Tomorrow, four.”

“Tomorrow, whatever your therapist says.”

“Four.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

Another notification appeared on my tablet.

I almost ignored it. Pamela had been sending updates throughout the day, and most could wait until later.

Then I saw the classification.

SURVIVOR MATCH – VERIFIED

I opened it.

For several seconds, I didn’t understand what I was reading.

“What?” Jason asked.

I read the first line again.

“They found one.”

I looked across the room at him. “One of the children.”

“Alive?”

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River City military investigators had verified the match before contacting anyone. A team was already preparing to approach her privately with a victim–support specialist. They would offer DNA testing and explain what had been found, but the choice of what happened afterward would be hers.