A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 440

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Amber POV

It wasn’t a surprise when the Sum president arrived at the hospital unannounced two days later.

What did surprise me was how quickly the press managed to appear behind him.

By the time the hospital’s security team informed us of his arrival, several journalists were already gathering near the entrance, their cameras ready. The president had apparently decided that a visit to check on our recovery was important enough to bring the media along, ensuring that everyone could witness his concern for the couple who had helped expose the trafficking network.

How thoughtful of him.

I was sitting beside Jason when one of our security officers informed us that the president had requested permission to visit. Jason looked at me, and I looked back at him. Neither of us needed to say what we were thinking.

The president hadn’t come simply to see whether we were recovering.

He wanted to be seen seeing whether we were recovering.

“Should we pretend to be surprised?” I asked.

Jason smiled faintly. “I think we should pretend to be delighted.”

“You’re much better at pretending than I am.”

“That’s because you keep saying everything that comes into your head.”

“Only when people deserve to hear it.”

He laughed softly before reaching for my hand. “Then let me do the talking if things become difficult.”

I squeezed his fingers. “And deprive me of the opportunity to annoy a politician? Absolutely not.”

Jason shook his head, smiling, just as the door opened.

The Sum president entered with several members of his entourage, followed by journalists and camera operators who were apparently determined to document every second of his visit. His expression was warm and sympathetic, the sort of expression carefully practiced by people who knew their photographs would be published before the day was over. $1

“Mr. Sun. Mrs. Asher.” He approached us with his hand extended. “I’m delighted to see that you’re both recovering.”

“Mr. President,” Jason greeted him politely.

I smiled as well. “Thank you for coming. It’s very kind of you to take the time.”

His smile widened at the cameras.

“I couldn’t possibly remain in my office without checking on the two people who have done so much for Sum.

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Your courage and determination have been invaluable to our country, and I wanted to see for myself that you were receiving the care you needed.”

How touching.

I wondered whether he had rehearsed that speech on the way over.

He continued, praising our assistance in bringing the Vincent family and the trafficking network to justice. He spoke about accountability, public safety, and the importance of ensuring that no one, regardless of wealth or influence, could escape the consequences of their crimes.

The journalists recorded every word.

I waited until he finished before responding.

“We’re grateful that the people responsible are finally being held accountable,” I said warmly. “Of course, none of this would have been possible without the support we received from the military and the people of both countries. So many people worked tirelessly to make sure the victims were found and the evidence reached the right hands.”

The president nodded, appearing pleased with my answer.

“Indeed. The cooperation between our countries has been-”

“Although,” I added gently, “we certainly couldn’t have done it without River City’s military.”

The room went quiet for a fraction of a second.

I tilted my head as though the clarification had occurred to me only then.

“They were the ones coordinating the investigations, conducting the operations, and following the evidence that ultimately led to so many arrests. We were fortunate to have their support.”

One of the journalists shifted his camera toward the president.

His smile remained in place, but I noticed the slight tightening around his eyes.

I had been perfectly polite. I hadn’t accused him of anything, questioned his motives, or even suggested that his administration had exaggerated its achievements. I had merely corrected the record while the cameras were rolling.

Jason glanced at me, and I could practically hear the fond exasperation in his silence.

Then he gently squeezed my hand.

“Amber is right,” he said, turning toward the president with an apologetic smile. “We owe a great deal to River City’s military. They carried out much of the work that made those results possible, and we certainly wouldn’t want to take credit away from the people who earned it.”

He paused, his expression softening.

“Please forgive us if we’re not as articulate as usual. We’ve had a rather exhausting few weeks, and with the babies here, we’ve barely had time to sleep.”

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I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

Jason was being perfectly charming, which was considerably more dangerous than if he had simply told the president to stop using our names for his campaign.

“I’m sure you understand,” Jason continued. “We’re grateful for your concern, but our doctors have been very clear that we need to rest. We would appreciate a little more time to recover before receiving any further visitors.

The president’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

For the first time since entering the room, he seemed uncertain about how to respond. He had arrived expecting a pleasant photograph, a few words of gratitude, and perhaps another opportunity to associate himself with our work. Instead, Amber Asher had publicly credited River City’s military, Jason Sun had reinforced the correction, and now we were politely asking him to leave.

There was no accusation he could challenge. No insult he could object to. No reasonable way to insist that two recovering parents remain available for a press conference in their hospital room.

“Of course,” he said at last, recovering his smile. “Your health must come first. I only wanted to express my personal gratitude and wish you both a speedy recovery.”

“That’s very kind of you,” I replied.

Jason inclined his head. “Thank you for understanding.”

The president offered us another sympathetic smile before turning toward the cameras. He made a few brief remarks about our courage and the importance of continued cooperation, then signaled to his entourage that

the visit was over.

The journalists followed him out, still recording.

Only after the door closed did I allow my smile to disappear.

Jason looked at me.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“You enjoyed that.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Amber.”

I laughed and leaned back against my pillows. “I simply corrected a small misunderstanding.”

“Of course you did.”

“He thanked us for helping bring the Vincents to justice. I thanked the people who actually carried out the operations. It seemed only fair.”

Jason shook his head, then leaned over and kissed my forehead.