Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: My Sunshine

A woman in her late forties sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the news broadcast from the Imperial City. Her face remained expressionless, but her sharp gaze lingered on one particular image—a young woman named Natalie Ford.

On the TV screen, Natalie stood before a crowd of reporters, speaking boldly, unflinching as she admitted to assaulting her own sister. A video of the incident played in the corner of the screen, capturing every detail for viewers. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

A middle-aged man, Eric, entered the room and found her watching the broadcast.

"Good evening, Ms. Shaw," he greeted politely.

She gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment, her gaze never leaving the screen. "Who is she married to?"

Eric hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected question. He shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. "Hmm, that I’m not certain of."

Before she could press him further, a tall, handsome young man entered the room with an air of casual authority.

"Good evening," the younger man said, his deep voice calm yet firm.

Eric exhaled in relief. "Good evening, Mr. Shaw."

The younger man strode over to the sofa, picked up the remote, and switched off the TV. "Why are we watching news about random strangers from other countries?" he asked, glancing at the older woman. "The doctor advised you to rest. You shouldn’t be sitting like this for too long."

The woman’s expression remained calm, but her gaze turned cold the moment the screen went black.

"You are a Shaw just in name," she said icily, "Don’t try to dectate me on what I should do."

The young man, unfazed by her sharp tone, stood his ground with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to her harshness.

"I spoke with the doctor," he said evenly. "We need to travel to the Imperial City for your surgery. We can’t delay it any longer. The best specialist is there, and—"

"Have all the doctors in the world died?" she interrupted curtly. "I’m not leaving this country."

"If you don’t, you might leave this world," he replied, his tone cool but pointed.

"That would be preferable," she answered without a flicker of emotion. "Stop worrying about me. Focus on the business instead."

The young man held her gaze. "If you won’t go willingly, I won’t hesitate to take you myself. That much right I have over you, even if I’m a Shaw only in name."

Her glare sharpened. "You...!"

Without flinching, the young man turned to Eric. "Take her back to her room when she’s ready," he instructed, then walked away, heading upstairs.

"Aiden!" she called after him, her voice sharp with authority. "You don’t have the right to make decisions for me!"

Aiden glanced back briefly. "We’ll see," he said, his tone unwavering as he disappeared up the stairs.

Her expression darkened with fury, her gaze burning with the intensity of a silent threat. She turned to Eric, her voice laced with frustration. "Did I raise him for this? So stubborn."

Eric, suppressing a sigh, thought to himself, You’re no less stubborn. But aloud, he simply said, "I’ll help you back to your room."