Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

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.

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.

evenly. "We need to travel to the Imperial City for

the world died?" she

this world," he replied, his tone

preferable," she answered without a flicker of emotion. "Stop worrying about

"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

Her glare sharpened. "You...!"

"Take her back to her room when she’s ready,"

after him, her voice sharp with authority. "You don’t have the right

back briefly. "We’ll see," he said, his tone

She turned to Eric, her voice laced with frustration. "Did I raise him for this?

less stubborn. But

go out. This air of stubborness suffocates me," she

the sprawling estate stretched out before them. The manicured paths glowed under the soft light of numerous lamps, illuminating the lush greenery. The evening breeze carried a soothing calm that could soften even the most

garden path, Eric broke the

"But you know why I can’t

will handle everything. He’ll make sure no one notices you," Eric assured her

there. I will never set foot in those two cities—Imperial and

to take you there, then he would take care of everything," Eric tried to reason

you tell him not to be reckless and go against my wishes," she retorted coldly, "Or it won’t

stubborn. "Find out who she has married with," She instructed, "I want to know who the

as he hummed. The young man standing by the glass wall of his room, was staring at

way to save you and for that we have to go to the

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