A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 228

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Wait, what?

Amber POV

I was exhausted.

Not the kind of tiredness that sleep fixed.

Not the kind that disappeared after a good meal or a weekend away.

I was mentally exhausted.

Physically exhausted.

Emotionally exhausted.

The strange thing was that I had always thrived in chaos.

I liked impossible deadlines.

I liked solving problems.

I liked looking at situations everyone considered disasters and finding opportunities hidden inside them.

But this…

This was different.

The poisoning.

The hospital.

The Vincents.

The castle.

The investigations.

The companies.

The children.

The country.

Everything felt like too much.

Time had started slipping through my fingers.

Days blurred together.

Meetings merged into conference calls.

Hospital visits blended with construction reports.

I honestly wasn’t sure how long it had been since I had slept more than four consecutive hours.

The only reason I was still functioning was Jason.

I knew it.

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He knew it.

Neither of us said it out loud.

But it was true.

He was there.

Always there.

An immovable presence beside me.

A constant.

An anchor.

I had never felt more seen in my entire life.

Jason never told me I was overreacting.

Never told me to calm down.

Never made me feel irrational.

When I became obsessed with my grandfather’s security, Jason installed more.

When I worried about the hospital room, Jason upgraded the cameras.

When I insisted on moving my temporary office into the hospital itself, Jason simply had furniture delivered.

Not once did he make me feel crazy.

Not once.

The hospital room had become a fortress.

Cameras.

Security systems.

Biometric locks.

Private guards.

Multiple backup generators.

Jason had personally approved every upgrade.

When I asked why, he looked at me like I was asking the world’s most obvious question.

“Because it makes you feel safer.”

That was it.

No complaints.

No arguments.

No lectures.

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Just support.

The

doctors liked him too.

Partly because he listened.

Partly because he asked intelligent questions.

Partly because he somehow remembered every single detail regarding my grandfather’s treatment.

Several times I had walked into the room to find Jason talking to specialists.

Reviewing reports.

Discussing medications.

Checking security.

He visited my grandfather even when I wasn’t there.

And somehow that affected me more than anything else.

Because he wasn’t doing it for appearances.

There was nobody around to impress.

Nobody watching.

He simply cared.

And I loved him for it.

I would always love him for it.

Grandfather still hadn’t woken up.

The doctors remained cautiously optimistic.

Which was doctor language for:

We don’t know.

The castle renovations continued.

Entire sections were already completed.

The children’s wing looked incredible.

The library restoration was underway.

The gardens were being rebuilt.

Emory and Mr. Stait were scheduled to arrive in one week.

One week.

And the deeper we dug into the Vincents, the more terrifying the picture became.

They weren’t a family.

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Not really.

They were an organization.

A network.

A system that had survived centuries.

The information gathered from my bugs painted a horrifying picture.

Companies.

Politicians.

Foundations.

Educational programs.

International holdings.

They were everywhere.

And for the first time, I understood something.

We weren’t enough.”

Jason wasn’t enough.

I wasn’t enough.

Emory wasn’t enough.

Not against something this large.

We needed allies.

Real allies.

People we trusted.

People capable of helping.

People willing to fight.

The realization sat heavily inside my chest.

Because asking for help had never come naturally to me.