The Billionaire Helped a Pregnant Stranger — Unaware She Would Become His Greatest Love
Chapter 8
The next three months were spent preparing evidence.
Daniel recovered slowly.
Claire stayed with Anna.
Ethan used his resources to build a legal case.
Every document was copied.
Every witness was contacted.
Independent laboratories verified the treatment data.
Then something unexpected happened.
Westbrook Medical’s stock began collapsing.
Someone inside the company realized the truth was coming.
Charles Westbrook called Ethan.
“I know what you’re doing.”
Ethan remained calm.
“Then you know it’s over.”
Charles laughed.
“You don’t understand what you’re holding.”
“I understand enough.”
“You’re risking a billion-dollar company.”
“No.”
Ethan looked at Claire.
“I’m protecting lives.”
Charles became silent.
Then he said,
“You think you’re saving them.”
“I’m stopping you.”
“You can’t stop what you don’t understand.”
The call ended.
Claire looked at him.
“He knows.”
“Yes.”
“What now?”
“Now we stop hiding.”
They held a press conference.
Daniel appeared publicly for the first time since his supposed death.
The news exploded.
Westbrook executives were questioned.
Regulators launched investigations.
Doctors who had been pressured into silence came forward.
The treatment data was independently verified.
The company could no longer hide it.
But Charles disappeared.
Ethan knew that was the final threat.
“He’ll run.”
Claire shook her head.
“He won’t.”
“Why?”
“Because he can’t let the research become public.”
She looked at Daniel.
“Where would he go?”
Daniel thought.
Then he remembered.
“The old laboratory.”
Ethan immediately arranged for authorities to search it.
They found Charles there.
The evidence was recovered.
The case moved forward.
But Ethan didn’t care about the headlines.
He cared about Claire.
One evening, she found him sitting outside.
“You look exhausted.”
“I am.”
She sat beside him.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“That you love me.”
He looked at her.
She smiled.
“I know.”
Ethan laughed softly.
“How?”
“You don’t risk your company for people you don’t care about.”
“I would.”
“Maybe.”
She leaned closer.
“But you don’t.”
He took her hand.
“I didn’t expect this.”
“Neither did I.”
“You were a stranger in the rain.”
“You were a billionaire in a black car.”
He smiled.
“And somehow that worked.”
Claire rested her head on his shoulder.
“What happens now?”
“We go home.”
She smiled.
Their home.
The word felt strange.
But right.
