A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 439

To Breathe Without Pain

Amber POV

By the time Pamela finally left the room, I had decided that whatever role she had played in interrupting the Sum president’s broadcast could wait. I had enough enemies, enough unanswered questions, and enough reasons to distrust powerful people without adding another mystery to the list simply because Pamela had smiled at me in that infuriating way of hers. If she wanted to keep her secrets, she could keep them for now. I had more important things to worry about, starting with the people I loved and making sure every single one of them remained alive.

For once, I wanted to spend my energy protecting my family rather than trying to anticipate who would come

after us next.

Two weeks passed.

It took almost that long before I could wake up in the morning, take a deep breath, and confidently say that it no longer hurt to breathe. My recovery was slow, frustrating, and occasionally humiliating, especially when Jason caught me attempting something my therapist had explicitly forbidden. Fortunately, my husband was recovering alongside me, which meant neither of us could claim the moral high ground when it came to ignoring medical instructions. We were both stubborn, both impatient, and both thoroughly tired of being reminded that surviving something terrible did not mean our bodies had immediately forgotten it.

Still, we were improving. Every day brought a little more strength, a little less pain, and another small piece of our ordinary lives back within reach.

Unfortunately, Adrian hadn’t been given the same mercy.

He was still fighting for his life.

While the rest of the world believed Adrian had already been lost, Clara remained beside his hospital bed, refusing to abandon him. The doctors continued their work behind closed doors, and only our smallest circle of trusted people knew that his condition was still being treated as a fight rather than a funeral. To everyone else, the announcement that he was gone had become another tragic headline in a story already crowded with death, betrayal, and unanswered questions.

Clara had learned to live inside that lie, although I knew how much it cost her. She spent hours beside Adrian, speaking to him even when he couldn’t answer, holding his hand and watching every change on the monitors as though sheer determination could drag him back to her. She had become quieter over the past two weeks, but never less determined. Whatever happened, she wanted her husband to have the chance to come home to her and their baby.

At the same time, she had been avoiding every call from Adrian’s grandmother.

The woman had already made her intentions concerning Clara’s baby painfully clear through that message demanding the child as an heir to the family line they were building. Clara hadn’t replied, and none of us had encouraged her to. We were tracing the number, monitoring the threats, and keeping Clara and her baby under protection. Until we understood exactly what Adrian’s grandmother wanted and how far she was willing to go to obtain it, there was no reason to give her access to Clara through a telephone call.

The same caution extended to every baby under our roof.

Lucas and Ethan were rarely out of someone’s arms for long. Alice and Alex had become accustomed to the extra security, even if Alex occasionally complained that there were too many adults following him around. Rose was never left without someone she trusted, and Clara’s baby remained surrounded by people who understood that a child’s safety mattered more than any family’s claim to an inheritance.

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Perhaps we were being overly cautious.

Oven everything that had happened, I was perfectly comfortable with that possibility.

That afternoon, Jason and I were sitting together in the family room with our twin boys between us. Ethan had managed to seize one of Jason’s fingers in his tiny fist and seemed determined to keep it, while Lucas lay against my arm, staring at the ceiling with the solemn concentration of someone contemplating the mysteries of the

universe.

“He’s judging you,” I told Jason.

Jason glanced at Lucas. “He’s a month old.”

“Exactly. He’s already realized his father is ridiculous.”

“My own wife, insulting me in front of my son.”

“I’m educating him early.”

Jason leaned over and kissed my cheek before gently touching Lucas’s nose. “Don’t listen to your mother. She’s been plotting against me since the day we met.”

I gasped. “Plotting? I married you at the end, didn’t I?”

“Precisely. The most elaborate plot of all.”

I laughed, and the sound came more easily than it had in days. For a little while, we were simply a family playing with two newborn boys, arguing over which one had inherited whose expression and pretending the world beyond our doors wasn’t filled with people who might want to hurt us.. 1

Then the door opened.

Jasmine stepped inside.

She didn’t look frightened, exactly, but the familiar sharpness in her expression told me she hadn’t come to join our conversation about the questionable character of my husband. She closed the door behind her and glanced at the twins before turning toward us.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Jason straightened slightly, his amusement fading. “What happened?”

“We have confirmation.”

Two words were enough to change the atmosphere in the room.

I carefully shifted Lucas into Jason’s arms and sat up straighter. “Confirmation of what?”

Jasmine approached us, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. “Mr. White. We’ve confirmed that he’s with the Wyatts.”

For a moment, I simply stared at her.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. We found them together at a property connected to the Wyatts. We have a location, and we have video footage showing Mr. White with them. This isn’t a theory or a guess anymore.”

Jason’s expression hardened. “So he wasn’t working alone.”

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“We don’t know the full extent of their arrangement yet,” Jasmine replied. “But we know exactly where he is, and We have proof that he’s deliberately staying with Adrian’s grandmother and the remaining members of the Wyatt family. They’re helping keep him hidden from the authorities and everyone else searching for him.”

I looked down at Ethan, who had finally released Jason’s finger in favor of trying to fit his entire fist into his mouth. The sight was so ordinary, so absurdly innocent, that for a second I struggled to reconcile it with the news Jasmine had just delivered.

Mr. White was alive, free, and hiding with the very family we suspected of having a hand in the attacks against us.

And now we had proof.

The woman who had demanded Clara’s baby was sheltering a man who had knowingly authorized Jason’s transfer into a trafficking operation, who had later kidnapped him, and whose traces had been found at the warehouse where Adrian was held. We still didn’t know everything Mr. White had done or how deeply he was involved in the recent attacks, but the video of him with the Wyatts made one thing undeniable: his presence among them was not a coincidence. 1

“Does Clara know?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Jasmine said. “I wanted to bring the confirmation to you and Jason first. We need to decide how to proceed before the information spreads.” 3

Jason looked at me, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. If Adrian’s grandmother was protecting Mr. White while demanding custody of Clara’s child, then the baby might be more than an inheritance claim. It could be part of a larger plan, one that connected the Wyatts, Mr. White, and whatever Adrian had discovered before he was kidnapped.

We couldn’t afford to make assumptions, but neither could we afford to ignore the evidence in front of us.

“Has Mr. Stait been informed?” Jason asked.

Jasmine nodded. “He’s receiving the full report, including the location and the video. The team is identifying everyone moving in and out of the property and confirming the safest way to approach. We don’t want to rush in without knowing who else is there.” 12

“Good,” Jason replied. “No one approaches them alone, and no one makes a move until we understand the risks.”

I reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. We had spent too much time recovering from the consequences of acting on incomplete information to repeat the same mistake. If Mr. White and the Wyatts believed they were safe because the world thought Adrian was dead and because we were still recovering, we needed to be careful not to reveal how much we knew.

Jasmine glanced at the twins again, and her expression softened for a moment. “I know you were hoping for a quiet afternoon.”

I looked at Lucas, then at Ethan, who had finally succeeded in putting his fist into his mouth.

“I was hoping for a quiet month.”

“Ambitious,” Jason murmured.