Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

‘Should we wake him?‘ he aske turning to Irene. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

She shook her head firmly. “Sleep trumps food right now. The fact that he’s out cold is actually good news–means his system’s finally starting to repair itself. He’ll surface when he’s ready.”

She pulled a small vial from her bag. “I’ve got this ready for when he wakes up. His body’s too fragile for solid food–need to rebuild the foundation first.”

Joseph squeezed her hand, gratitude swimming in his tired eyes. “You’re doing too much, child.”

The unspoken fear behind his words was clear as day. After a lifetime chasing success and legacy, all Joseph truly wanted now was his grandchildren whole and healthy again.

Midnight found Wesley staring at his bedroom ceiling, momentarily lost in the foreign sensation of painlessness. He blinked at the clock–nearly ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. The concept seemed impossible, like something from another lifetime.

His body felt oddly quiet, the constant wildfire that had been consuming him from the inside now reduced to barely glowing embers. His thoughts flowed clear and steady, no longer sliced by jagged edges of pain.

Thirst drove him downstairs. As he set his empty water glass on the counter, a soft glow caught his attention from around the corner. Following it, he found Irene in worn pajamas, stifling a yawn while adjusting dials on some complex medical device.

“You’re awake,” she said without turning, somehow sensing his presence.

“Yeah.” The word came out rusty, unpracticed.

He slid onto a stool at the counter. “Why are you still up?”

“Had a feeling you’d surface around now.” She placed a glass of pale blue liquid in front of him. “This is made just for you–helps rebuild what’s been damaged.”

She’d expected resistance. Instead, Wesley lifted the glass and drank, his hollow eyes never leaving her face.

Irene rubbed her eyes, failing to suppress another yawn. “Just leave the glass wherever. James will deal with it in the morning. I’m crashing.”

She shuffled toward the stairs, exhaustion weighing down each step. Wesley watched her disappear around the corner, something flickering behind his vacant stare–a spark where there had been only emptiness for years.

For the first time since he could remember, the smothering fog of pain that had consumed his existence began to lift. In its place grew something foreign yet familiar–the simple, primal desire to live, stronger than it had been in any long time.

He drained the last drop of the solution, rinsed the glass carefully, and returned to his room for another round of actual, restful sleep.

Irene collapsed onto her bed, her body screaming for rest. As she burrowed under the covers, her phone lit up with a message.

Adam: Get some sleep. You’re no good to anyone if you run yourself into the ground, doctor.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered his intense concentration during their chess games. Why would a man who bulldozed business competitors deliberately lose three times in a row? Even with her decent chess skills, she shouldn’t have swept him so completely.

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