The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 152

The Panic

Anger crept up Daniel’s spine.

“Alina tried what?” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Say it.”

Mrs. Helen bowed her head. Her hands trembled. “Mrs. Alina… yesterday, she tried to hurt herself, Sir. With a small knife from the food tray. But I arrived in time. Just a shallow cut. I cleaned and bandaged it. Not deep-”

BANG!

Daniel slammed the table until the lamp on it wobbled.

Mrs. Helen flinched. She covered her mouth with trembling hands.

“YOU!”

Daniel turned. His movement was quick. His eyes sharply locked on Mr. Harris with anger no longer restrained.

“Why didn’t I know about this? Why DIDN’T YOU REPORT IT?!”

Mr. Harris stood upright. His back straight as usual, but his jaw hardened and his face lost color.

“I thought… it wasn’t necessary to make you worried, Sir. Madam had been handled. The wound was small and already treated. Mrs. Helen also watched twenty-four hours without break. I thought the situation was under control, Sir.”

“YOU THOUGHT?!” Daniel stepped forward. That one step was enough to close the distance between them. His hand gripped Mr. Harris’s shirt collar. Hard. “YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD THE RIGHT TO DECIDE WHAT I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY WIFE?!”

Their breaths almost touched. Daniel’s eyes were only inches from Mr. Harris. The fury there was almost uncontrollable, making the air in the room feel thin.

“I already said VERY CLEARLY,” Daniel hissed. Low, but every word contained a threat. “Report EVERYTHING about Alina. Even the smallest thing. Without exception. And you DARED to hide that my wife TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE?!”

Mr. Harris didn’t answer. He looked at Daniel straight. Calm. But behind that calm was fear that couldn’t be completely hidden. Fear of what Daniel could do when he lost control.

“Why did you all suddenly become STUPID?!” Daniel pushed Mr. Harris back. Hard.

Mr. Harris staggered one step backward. His heels almost lost footing on the thick carpet, but he held on. Maintaining balance.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” his voice was low. There was regret there, but not complete. There was something in his eyes that said he still believed his decision was right, even though he knew it was wrong in Daniel’s eyes. “I promise this won’t happen again.”

Daniel looked at Mr. Harris for a long time. His anger hadn’t subsided, but he forced it down one level. Control. Daniel realized he couldn’t lose control.

“Make sure this is the last time you make a mistake, Mr. Harris. If not… I can’t guarantee you’ll still be able to work in this field.”

Daniel turned. For the first time since entering the room, he truly looked at Alina.

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His gaze didn’t focus on Alina’s neat dress chosen by Mrs. Helen. Nor on Alina’s neatly combed hair.

Instead, Daniel stared at the protrusion of Alina’s cheekbones. Sharp enough to form shadows under the skin.

Alina’s eyes were sunken, surrounded by dark circles that couldn’t be hidden by powder. Her skin was pale. Not elegant pale. Pale like paper stored too long. Her body was swallowed by the dress. The fabric hung loose on shoulders that used to be upright. She looked small. Fragile. As if she could break with just one touch.

Daniel’s chest tightened. The burning anger from before was replaced by something colder, more piercing. Fear.

“When was the last time Alina ate?” Daniel’s voice was suddenly quiet. Almost a whisper.

The question made Mrs. Helen flinch. She swallowed, her voice caught in her throat.

“Y… yesterday afternoon, Sir. I tried to persuade her. Many times. But Madam wouldn’t open her mouth. I couldn’t force her, Sir-”

“YESTERDAY AFTERNOON?!” Daniel’s eyes widened. He turned quickly to Mrs. Helen, then back to Alina. “That’s almost twenty-four hours! You let my wife go without eating that long?!”

“Sir, I tried-”

“FOOLISH!” Daniel exploded again, but this time it was different. Not just angry. There was panic in his tone. ” What am I paying you for if you can’t do your job?! I told you Alina must eat three times a day! Minimum! She’s PREGNANT, Mrs. Helen! Her body will support two lives. She needs nutrition!”

Mrs. Helen sobbed. Her shoulders shook. “Forgive me, Sir. I’m sorry. I was afraid of hurting her if I forced-”

“Prepare warm food. Now,” Daniel cut in. His tone was final. No room for debate. “Soup. Something light. The chicken broth she usually likes. Bring it here in fifteen minutes. GO.”

Mrs. Helen nodded quickly, then ran out. The sound of her hurried footsteps was followed by sobs echoing in the corridor.

Daniel shifted his gaze to Mr. Harris. The remnant of his anger was still there, but now mixed with cold

calculation.

“You,” he said. Daniel’s voice was low, flat, and that was actually more terrifying than shouting. “This is your last warning. Once more you make a stupid decision and disobey my orders, you’re out of this house. Understand?”

Mr. Harris bowed slightly. “Understood, Sir.”

“Get out.”

The door closed with a soft click. The silence suddenly felt heavy.

Daniel stood in the middle of the room. Alone with Alina. He took a long breath. Trying to gather again the control that had cracked.

Daniel then walked toward the table. Taking the paper bag he brought from Chicago. His hand clenched, then relaxed.

“Alina,” he called. Daniel’s voice had softened. He forced himself to swallow the anger still boiling at the base of his tongue. “I brought something for you, darling.”

Daniel sat in the chair across from Alina. Placing the paper bag on the bed carefully.

“This is your favorite cake,” Daniel said while taking out a small cream-colored box with a gold ribbon.

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Expensive. Beautiful. “From the shop in Chicago. The one near the old hotel. Do you remember?”

Alina didn’t respond. Her gaze was empty, passing through Daniel, penetrating the wall.

Daniel continued, as if this conversation was normal. As if his wife was listening. “You like chocolate cake with ganache. Before, every time we went there, you always ordered this in the room. And always finished it with a small smile.”

Daniel’s voice softened at the word smile. He realized he hadn’t seen Alina’s smile in a long time.

The rich chocolate aroma wafted as the box opened. Sweet, thick, inviting.

Daniel cut a small piece with a silver spoon. Careful. Precise. As if handling something that could explode.

“Come on, open your mouth,” Daniel whispered gently. He bent slightly, bringing the spoon closer to Alina’s lips. “Try a little. Just one bite.”

The spoon got closer. The chocolate aroma grew stronger, filling the space between them.

And suddenly-

Alina’s eyes widened. Her breath caught.

Her pale face turned as white as the wall.

Alina’s hand rose, covering her mouth. Her body stiffened.

Huek!

Alina bent over, visibly holding back vomit.

“Alina?”

The spoon in Daniel’s hand fell. He panicked. Daniel stood quickly and reached for Alina’s body.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

HUEK!

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