A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 256

Amber POV

The weeks following the inspection passed in a blur.

For once, it wasn’t because someone was trying to kill us.

It was because Mrs. Sun had discovered what every powerful family in the world eventually learns.

Children were terrifying.

Particularly when given a project.

The school was opening.

Finally.

And Mrs. Sun was in her element.

I’d seen billion-dollar mergers create less chaos than this school.

Teachers were arriving.

Students were arriving.

Parents were arriving.

Dorm assignments were being finalized.

Uniforms were being distributed.

Schedules were being updated hourly.

And somehow, Mrs. Sun loved every second of it.

The school grounds buzzed with excitement.

Children from dozens of influential families had already begun moving into the dormitories.

Some came with entire entourages.

Others arrived with nervous parents.

A few arrived looking more terrified than their children.

The boarding houses were ready.

The classrooms were ready.

The laboratories were ready.

The athletic fields were ready.

The students?

The students were ecstatic.

Particularly Alice.

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And Alex.

Because Mrs. Sun had made a decision.

A decision that shocked absolutely nobody.

She had selected them to give the opening speech.

“They’re children.”

I had pointed out.

“Exactly.”

Mrs. Sun had replied.

Apparently that was sufficient explanation.

Jason had wisely chosen not to get involved.

The inauguration was only three days away.

The entire continent seemed to be talking about the school.

Unfortunately…

They were also talking about something else.

Jason.

The rumors hadn’t disappeared.

If anything, they had become worse.

Every gossip column.

Every entertainment site.

Every social media account.

All discussing the same thing.

Jason’s supposed infertility.

The speculation became increasingly ridiculous.

One article claimed that was why Jason adopted Alice and Alex.

Another suggested the Sun family line would end with him.

A third argued I should divorce him immediately to preserve the Asher bloodline.

That one nearly got my laptop thrown into a wall.

Millions of comments.

Millions of opinions.

Millions of strangers discussing my marriage.

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As though they had a vote.

e rumors affected everyone.

Jason.

The children.

Me.

Alice had innocently asked why people wanted us to stop being a family.

That conversation nearly broke my heart.

Alex had responded by threatening to hack three news websites.

Which was somehow both concerning and adorable.

Jason pretended the rumors didn’t bother him.

Pretended.

Because I knew him.

I noticed the way he paused when conversations shifted toward family.

Toward children.

Toward the future.

I noticed the way he avoided certain articles.

The way he grew quieter.

The way his smile occasionally slipped.

And I hated it.

Not because of the rumors.

Because he was facing them alone.

At least that’s what he thought.

Three days before the school inauguration, I finally made a decision.

I picked up my phone.

And called an old friend.

Doctor Michael Reed.

One of the best fertility specialists in the country.

Someone I trusted.

Someone who had known me for years.

The conversation lasted less than five minutes.

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By the end of it, we had appointments.

he following morning, Jason and I boarded a private flight.

Back to our home country.

Neither of us informed the media.

Naturally, they found out anyway.

The clinic occupied the upper floors of a private medical center overlooking the city.

Elegant.

Discreet.

Expensive.

Exactly the kind of place wealthy people used when they didn’t want questions.

Unfortunately for us, questions followed us everywhere.

Jason looked confused as we entered.

Then suspicious.

Then surprised.

“Wait.”

I smiled.

“What?”

His eyes narrowed.

“You’re checking in too.”

“Yes.”

The surprise on his face almost made me laugh.

“What?”

I shrugged.

“Seems fair.”

Jason stared.

“Amber.”

I crossed my arms.

“What?”

A long silence followed.

Then he sighed.

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“You don’t have to do that.”

e answer came immediately.

“Yes, I do.”

His expression softened.

I continued before he could argue.