Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Chapter Ninety Seven

Third Person POV.

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As Richard and Amber stepped foot back in the States, their first destination was the Romero mansion.

Richard had been dreading this moment since their plane landed. Returning home had never been

Richard’s favorite routine, and this time didn’t feel that much different.

Amber stood by his side as they made their way through the grand halls of the Romero mansion.

As soon as they walked in, Richard wasted no time and approached one of the nearby attendants, his

voice carrying a note of urgency as he inquired about the whereabouts of his parents.

“Where can I find my parents? Where are they right now?” Richard’s tone was firm.

The servant, a middle–aged man with a weathered face, bowed in respect before answering, “Master

Romero is in his study, sir, while the madam is resting in her bedroom.”

An expression of concern flickered across Richard’s features as he questioned further, “Is everything alright with my mother? Did something happen?”

The servant’s demeanor shifted slightly. “N–no, sir. Your mother is simply tired and taking some

rest. She’s fine.”

Richard nodded in understanding, choosing to trust the servant’s words and not dwell on his mother’s well–being. However, Amber, ever perceptive, noticed the tremor in the servant’s voice and the hesitation in his response. Her brows furrowed in suspicion, but she held her tongue, not wanting to cause unwarranted alarm in Richard, who was already burdened with worry for his parents.

With a reassuring smile, Richard turned to Amber and said, “Wait for me in the living room; I’ll go speak with my father and see what he has in mind.”

Amber nodded in understanding, watching as Richard strode towards his father’s study, a flicker of concern in her gaze. As Richard disappeared from view, Amber’s attention turned back to the servant who had begun to shuffle away quietly.

Stopping the servant in her tracks with a gentle touch on his arm, Amber fixed him with a penetrating gaze. “Why were you shaking when you were informing my husband of his mother’s well–being?”

The servant’s eyes widened in surprise. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.

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Mrs. Romero is fine, truly, and I only answered Mr. Richard’s question.”

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Amber held the servant’s gaze, her intuition telling her that there was more to the situation than he

was letting on. Despite his denial, a seed of doubt had been planted in Amber’s mind, urging her to

delve deeper into what could be going on with his mother–in–law.

She could sense his unease, the tremor in his voice betraying the facade of calm he tried to

maintain. With a gentle yet firm tone, she urged him to be honest, assuring him that lying would only

make her even more upset and determined.

“Lying will not help anyone in this situation,” Amber said softly. “Please tell me what is truly

going on with my mother–in–law.”

The servant’s resolve crumbled under Amber’s penetrating gaze. With a shaky sigh, he finally

relented. “Madam Romero instructed all of us not to say anything to Mr. Richard,” he confessed.

Amber’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What is it that you were instructed not to mention to Richard?”

she inquired, her voice laced with concern.

The servant hesitated, a look of apprehension flickering in his eyes. But under Amber’s inquisitive stare, he knew he could no longer hold back the truth. With a deep breath, he gathered his courage

before revealing. “The Madam collapsed just yesterday, and right now, she’s in a fragile state and

confined to her bed.”

A chill ran down Amber’s spine at the servant’s words, a wave of worry crashing over her as she processed what he had just said. “Collapsed?” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Why did she collapse? Is she okay? Is she awake now?”

The servant nodded. “After the police showed up at the estate, Mrs. Romero was overcome with distres and collapsed. She’s awake now, but she’s unable to move from her bed for the time being.” he

explained.

Amber’s worry deepened as she urged the servant to lead her to Martha’s room. The servant hesitated. a look of desperation flickering in his eyes as he implored Amber to keep his disclosure

confidential.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Amber’s frown deepened, her concern for Martha Romero overriding her care for the servant’s desire to keep his job.

“Please show me to her room. I need to check on her.” Amber insisted.

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With a reluctant nod, the servant finally relented, realizing that Amber wasn’t very patient. Silently, he began to guide Amber through the corridors of the mansion that led to Martha’s room.

On reaching the door to Martha Romero’s room, the servant stepped aside, allowing Amber to enter. She knocked softly before pushing the door open, her heart pounding with apprehension at the sight of her

ailing mother–in–law lying in bed.

Martha, deep in thought, looked up as Amber entered, a weak smile gracing her lips at the sight of her daughter–in–law. “Amber, what are you doing here? When did you arrive?” she asked.

Rushing to Martha’s side, Amber took her hand gently. “Richard and I just arrived a while ago, and I

wanted to check on you. How are you feeling? I heard you collapse. What was the reason, and why an you confined to your bed?” she queried, her voice filled with worry.

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Martha’s gaze softened as she gazed at Amber. “I’m not feeling well, my dear. That’s why I haven’t

been able to leave my bed, but it’s nothing for you to worry about,” she murmured.

Amber’s brow furrowed in concern as she pressed further, her words laced with urgency. “You need to

go to the hospital, Martha. This isn’t something to be taken lightly. I’ll call Richard immediately

so we can take you there,” she asserted, her voice steady.

Martha shook her head weakly. “No, no hospital. I’ll be fine here.”

Amber’s determination to take Martha to the hospital only intensified as she saw the exhaustion

etched on Martha’s face and in her tone.

Sensing Martha’s contin resistance, Amber persisted, her concern overriding any room for

hesitation. “Martha, we need to get you to the hospital. You’re obviously not doing well, and you.

need proper medical attention,” Amber urged.

Martha let out a resigned sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she looked at Amber with tired

eyes. “Amber, please. There’s no use in going anywhere. I can’t go to the hospital,” she murmured..

Confusion clouded Amber’s expression as she furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of Martha’s cryptic words. “What do you mean, there’s no use? Why can’t you go to the hospital, Martha? You need

help.” Amber pressed, her tone firm.

Martha hesitated, a moment of silence stretching between them as she weighed her words carefully. Finally, she looked at Amber with a grave expression. “If I tell you why I can’t go to the hospital, you must promise never to tell Richard. Promise me. Amber, she implored.

Amber hesitated for a moment, wondering what Martha had to say that was such a a big secret, “I promise, Martha. I won’t tell Richard. Now please tell me what’s going on,” she urged,

A weak smile crossed Martha’s lips as she regarded Amber with satisfaction and sadness. “The truth is. I have a heart problem, Amber. It’s a serious one, and I don’t think I have much time left to live,” she confessed, her words causing Amber’s whole being to freeze from intense shock.

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