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Chapter 181 

 OLIVIA’S POV

 Iid on my stomach, still half asleep, groaning softly into the pillow as the early morning sun began to bathe my face in light. The warmth of it wasn’tforting–not here. I cracked one eye open and saw the rays passing through the curtains, invading the smallfort this hotel room provided.

 My rm red like a siren from hell, buzzing across the nightstand. I reached out with one arm, smacked the button, and silenced it. My body protested as 1 rolled over. Ugh. This bed was fucking horrible, and I barely use that kind ofnguage so when I do, know it’s really horrible–stiff, uneven, and the pillows felt like they were stuffed with cardboard instead of feathers.

 How was this considered one of the top luxury hotels in New York? I’d slept better on a private jet. I missed my bed back in Mexico. At this point, I just wanted to wrap this auction up, collect the damn car, check in on the New York branch of ke Enterprise, and fly back home.

 Dragging myself out of bed, I padded toward the bathroom with tired steps, brushing my teeth and sshing cold water on my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were still slightly puffy from the restless sleep, but I straightened my shoulders. Today wasn’t just any day–it was the day. The auction was happening this morning, and I needed to show New York exactly what kind of power I carried now.

 This city had nearly broken me once–but today, I walked back in wearing a crown.

 And if you want to be respected like royalty, you have to look the part. I wasn’t going to pick out my outfit today–not when every camera would be on me. I had already arranged everything in advance. A close friend of mine, who happened to be tight with the Armani family, was bringing over a curated selection of their finest, most exclusive gowns. My stylist and designer will be here shortly to help me select the perfect one. 

 Until then, I needed my emotional recharge. My morning ritual. My anchor.

 Charlie.

 I walked back to the bed, picked up my phone, and immediately opened up a video call. The line rang a few times, and for a moment, I worried he might still be sleeping–but then Rosa answered, her face slightly flushed like she’d been rushing.

 “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, holding the tablet

 up with both hands.

 “Morning, Rosa,” I replied, trying to shake the sleep out of my voice. “Is my son next to you?”

 “No ma’am,” she said, her tone changing slightly. It sounded cautious.

 My brows furrowed. “Okay… where is he? I want to speak to him.“,

 “He’s in his room, ma’am,” Rosa replied, ncing briefly to her side.

 I frowned and nced at the time on my phone. 6:40 AM.

 Charlie was always up and ready for school by now–eating breakfast, packing up his snacks, excited to tell me about his dreams o watched before bed. So why was he still in his room?

 “What do you mean he’s in his room?” I asked, my tone sharpening a little. “Why isn’t he getting ready for school?”

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 Rosa hesitated before answering. “Well, when I entered his room this morning to wake him, he told me he was having some headaches and couldn’t stand properly. He looked very pale, ma’am,”

 My chest clenched. I sat up straighter in the chair, suddenly fully awake.

 “What?” I said, my voice rising louder than I intended. My heart was already pounding fast.

 “Have you called Dr. Luiz?” I asked, trying to keep my <bposure, but I could feel the panic rushing up to my throat.

 “I did that a few minutes ago,” Rosa replied calmly, her voice steady but cautious.

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 I rubbed my forehead and began pacing the room. This was not how today was supposed to go. I was supposed to wake up, get dressed in luxury, up at the auction, and dominate. But now all I could think about was my baby boy lying in bed sick without me.

 I was truly shocked to hear this because ever since I gave birth to Charlie he had only fallen sick once, he barely falls sick because he was taken care of 1. made sure he takes his nutrients and feeds him his vegetables

 “Why didn’t you call me earlier?” I snapped, unable to hide the sharpness in my tone. “Why did you wait until I called before telling me something like this?”

 “Well, you said your business auction would start early this morning,” she replied. “I didn’t want to disturb you during an important meeting

 I stopped pacing and stared at my phone, jaw clenched.

 “No,” I said, my voice low and tight. “That’s not an excuse. I told you clearly–if anything is wrong, you call me immediately. You don’t assume when to disturb me. You just do it.”

 There was a beat of silence, then I let out a sigh and sat back down to keep myself from breaking something, I needed to stay calm. This wasn’t Rosa’s fault entirely. She was trying her best.

 “Go give him the phone. I want to speak to him,” I said more softly now.

 “Yes ma’am,” she said, then walked up the stairs with the tablet still in hand.

 The video quality was a little shaky, but when she finally stepped into Charlie’s room and turned on the camera, my heart sank. 

 There he was–my sweet little boy–lying in his race car bed, wrapped in his favorite nket with his stuffed lion tucked under his arm.

 “Charlie,” Rosa said, gently sitting on the edge of his bed. “Your mom’s on the phone. She wants to talk to you.”

 His eyes shifted slowly to the camera, and when he saw my face, a faint smile curled up on his lips. But even that small smile hurt to look at–it was so 

 weak.

 “Baby,” I said, leaning in closer to the screen. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are the headaches still there?”

 “Yes, Mommy,” he said, his little voice barely above a whisper. “My head still hurts a lot.”

 I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. God, this broke me.

 I wanted nothing more than to teleport into that room and wrap him up in my arms. I wanted to sing to him, brush his hair back, and hold his hand through whatever this was.

 Then it hit me. I wasn’t stuck. I wasn’t helpless.

 I had a private jet sitting at a New York hangar, fully fueled, with a staff ready to go at mymand. I had the power to move across the world in hours. ! didn’t have to sit here.

 Screw the auction. Screw the car. Screw the revenge and this entire damn trip.

 None of it meant a thing if my son wasn’t okay.

 I had already lost one child. I wasn’t about to gamble with another–not for business, not for pride, not for anything.

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