Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1550

Henry lay quietly, snuggled on his uncle's shoulder, fast asleep.

He'd barely settled into the car when a woman in comfy, no-fuss clothes slipped out of the house and joined them. She slid into the backseat with Cooper, her eyes softening as she watched their little sweetie doze.

Dawn slowly brightened the world, sunlight spilling over the horizon and lighting up everything in gold. Henry, still cradled in his uncle's arms, slept on without a

care.

At the hospital, Annie's checkup turned up nothing serious. Still, Conner hovered, looking like he wouldn't sleep a wink unless someone found something wrong to explain his nerves. Mr. Nettleton, carrying that hint of old-school tough guy, started grilling the doctors. "My wife was kidnapped! How can you just say she's fine? Check for internal injuries—maybe something's hidden!"

The doctor eyed him, cautious. "She's pregnant. Some scans aren't safe-they could harm the baby."

Mr. Nettleton put his hands on his hips, stubborn as ever. "Can't you just put some kind of shield over her belly?"

The doctor shook his head, bracing for trouble, but Annie jumped in and socked Conner on the arm. "I'm not doing it!"

"Whoa, where'd you get all that strength?" Mr. Nettleton grinned at his spitfire wife.

"Conner, just this once-listen to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

on mashed potatoes-every tough

a look. "You're one to talk. Andre's not exactly a walk

doctor. "Annie's fine, but

her a calming

nodded back, knowing her own hand would carry its

lucky. His injuries were bad, and he went straight to the ER-his severed finger couldn't be reattached. Maja stared at the red emergency sign above the doors. "I never wanted to owe him. But now I

finger, sadness clouding

The last bit of

her sister, but her gaze

gave a reluctant

chaos winding down,

by the

up his precious

about to go, bis phone

I need a

9 a.m.

hallway, nerves frayed. "My little cub could be anywhere! Not a word, not a clue! How's a mom supposed to

At the Palace.

every checkpoint, heading straight for the royal chambers. There, beneath the shimmer of a golden crown,