The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 991

Lillian could only knock on the door and ask, “Callum, are you okay? Should I inform Dave and have a doctor come check on you?”

However, the response she received was a profound silence. After some time, she finally heard a hoarse voice coming from the room. “I-I’m fine. N-No need to get… the doctor.”

Every word Callum uttered came out with such difficulty.

When Lillian continued to inquire, all she heard was Callum’s voice. “Stop… talking. I want to be alone! Lillian, consider it… as my plea to you.”

Lillian stopped talking and quietly stood guard at the room door.

Callum had no idea how he got through the night. It was as if he had been hollowed out. “This is my mother’s way of treating her son, huh?” he commented inwardly.

When the sunlight streamed in through the curtains and bathed him in its glow, his eyelashes fluttered slightly. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

He was disheveled and worn out. It had been a while since he felt this way.

Callum took a set of fresh clothes and entered the bathroom, allowing the warm water to wash over his body.

His mind flashed back to the events upon returning to the manor the night before.

He had come dangerously close to harming Lillian and the baby in her belly the night before.

Callum did not expect that the one causing him the deepest pain would be his biological mother.

ruthlessness flashed in Callum’s eyes

to the extent that she thought she

Callum was no longer a child. He was no

Ysabel was seething with anger at that moment.

and opened the room door. As soon as

entrance, cradling her pregnancy pillow. She had a quilt beneath her and was covered with a blanket. The noise

washing its face! He could not help but find her adorable in this state.

outside my room door

warm sensation welling up in his chest. It spread through his veins. Right then,

to evoke his innermost

“Callum, are you okay? Do

Her hands touched all over his body. She even tiptoed and reached out

now,” answered Callum.

feel that the temperature of his forehead had returned to normal. He was not burning up like the night

something you

squinted his eyes and stared

added, “I-I’m just guessing! The way you were yesterday… It seemed similar to a novel plot. Did someone set you up? Did they want

At times, she seemed rather

me. But, there won’t be a next time for such matters,”

Callum spoke, his expression darkened, and a trace of coldness

demeanor. She fell silent for a while. All she felt at that moment was

blow in the