Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 180 The morning air was cool as we got into the car to drive to the hospital. Christian had been restless since waking up, his fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel as he maneuvered along the winding country roads. The quiet between us stretched until it finally broke. His thoughts spilled out aloud, as if speaking them might somehow help him make sense of it all. "I just don't understand," he said, shaking his head as he slowed for a sharp curve.

"I never thought my father or my uncles cared about the family business at all." I adjusted my seatbelt and turned slightly toward him, studying the tense profile of his face, the morning light carving shadows around his eyes. "Uncle John who is Marcus's father, hasn't left his vineyard in Valentia for decades," he went on, his tone filled with disbelief. "And Uncle Louis, Anthony's father, has never been interested in anything more than drinking the wine.

They always seemed perfectly happy to collect their dividends and live far away from the responsibilities that come with the Kensington name.' "Apparently your father resented that," I murmured, watching the rows of grapevines blur past outside the window, their leaves still glittering with morning dew. Christian gave a bitter, humorless laugh. "He always preferred spending money to earning it.

I remember Grandpa constantly complaining about how Lawrence found new and creative ways to drain company funds for his expensive hobbies and luxury trips." I stayed quiet for a few minutes, letting him think, letting him burn through the frustration that radiated off him like heat. "We'll only get real answers when we confront him," I said finally. Christian exhaled heavily, his knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. "I don't know if I can do that again. Last night's dinner was a disaster. All I did was make everyone sick with the truth, especially my mother and Grandpa.

firmly, placing my hand over his. "If you hadn't organized that dinner, I never would've remembered, and we'd still be completely in the dark. At least now we know who we're up against." "And what good does that do?" he shot back, his voice low, edged with despair. "We still don't have hard proof. It's just his word against ours." I stared at him in disbelief, unable to believe he was forgetting everything we'd

"That's exactly what I don't want," he said, jaw tightening. "To wait. To sit around for the next attack, the next attempt to destroy

familiar halls toward

gently. "Think about it, Christian. In just a few days, Matt will be home with us. We'll finally get to be a real family, away from all this madness. Joseph's recovering, Isabelle's finally accepted

looked at me with that familiar, intense gaze that always made me feel like he could see right through "You always manage to calm me down," he said softly. "Even when everything's falling apart, you

us with small nods, quiet gestures of solidarity from people bound together by the same silent hope-the hope of watching their children fight for life inside clear plastic incubators. "You know," Christian said suddenly, breaking the reflective silence, "last night, after everyone left