Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 231: Spencer’s Return

Spencer stood outside the hospital, taking a long, steady breath. The air was stale, but he needed a moment to collect himself. There was no avoiding it now. He was going to have to confess to the entire fiasco.

How he had planned it all out. How he had convinced himself it was the only way. Teaming up with Saira, helping her disappear while framing Melanie and getting rid of Adam for good. It had all seemed so clean, so final in his head.

But everything had gone wrong. Disastrously wrong. Just as the old man had predicted when he knew what he had done.

Now he was left with nothing but consequences and the quiet dread sitting heavy in his chest. He could already picture the look on the man’s face. The disbelief, the rage and the ’ I told you so’ expression. He would be furious and probably rightfully so. But what choice did Spencer have? It wasn’t as if he could undo what had happened.

But then Spencer shrugged, almost to himself. So what if he had failed this time? There would always be another opportunity. There always was. He had made mistakes-fine-but mistakes could be corrected. Rerouted. This wasn’t the end of anything.

Besides, what could the old man really do now? Sir Robert Collins was already in a hospital bed, clinging to life. The machines were probably doing most of the work. If this was the end, then

Spencer was the one left standing. He was the only heir. The estate, the money, the company—it would all be his, regardless of how angry his father had been. And even if he wasn’t dying now, he would soon and still, he would be the only heir.

He exhaled again, slower this time, and was about to head inside when he spotted a familiar figure near the hospital entrance. A man in a tailored grey suit, carrying a leather briefcase. It was Dalton, his grandfather’s longtime lawyer.

Spencer stepped forward quickly, intercepting him just before he reached his own car. Why was he here? He intercepted the old man with a calm smile, "Mr Dalton, didn’t expect to see you here. Were you here to see another client?"

The man paused, blinked and then shook his head," Huh? No no. I was here to see Sir Collins. He had some..."

And then the man paused and pressed his lips into a thin line. "Spencer. You’re here. I thought you were away... Welcome back. You’re quite filial. That is good. You’ve come to see your grandfather the moment you’ve entered the country. Good good."

Spencer nodded calmly and asked," Thank you. So you were here to check on grandfather?"

There was the briefest pause. Barely noticeable. But Spencer caught it. Dalton shifted the briefcase slightly and glanced backwards..

"I was just... dropping off some paperwork," he said quickly. "Routine stuff. Hospital admin."

Spencer tilted his head. "Paperwork? For grandfather?"

"Yes, yes. Nothing important," Dalton said, too fast. "Just tying up loose ends. Listen, I really should—"

But Spencer cut in. "Wait—what kind of loose ends?"

Dalton’s eyes darted toward the hallway. "I have another appointment. We’ll talk soon." And with that, he turned and walked briskly toward the lifts, not waiting for a reply. "You should go in fast."

Spencer watched him go, jaw tightening. That briefcase. The rushed excuse. The way he hadn’t quite met his eye. Something was up. Spencer knew that instinctively.

He wasn’t just here for random administration work. Dalton was trying to get something signed. And if it was from his father, in that condition, it could only mean one thing: a change. A change

Spencer might not like.

Spencer let out a sharp curse under his breath and turned away from the corridor where Dalton had disappeared.

Why would the old man need to change the will?

He was recovering. Not dying. The doctors had said as much-minor complications, but he was stabilizing. So what could be so urgent that Dalton had to rush to the hospital with a briefcase of documents? And even if it was a change of will, who else would grandfather make his heir.

Then it hit him.

Patrick Collins. It had to be. His father had finally gotten through to Sir Robert but how? Spencer clenched his jaw. This had to be about Patrick. It made perfect sense. And if the old man had softened enough to rewrite parts of the will, then Spencer’s entire future could be hanging by a thread.

He pulled out his phone, scrolled down quickly and tapped a name.

As soon as the line connected, he spoke. "I need you to find out if Dalton made any changes to Sir Robert’s will today. I want details. Doesn’t matter how you get them. Talk to the secretary, hospital staff, anyone. Just get me something. Fast."

He let out a breath. The fastest way to find out would be to go inside and find out.

As the elevator doors opened on his grandfather’s floor, Spencer forced himself to slow down and compose himself. Now was not the time to expose any weakness. He couldn’t let his grandfather know about Adam and Saira being alive. Not until he knew if there were any changes to the will.

And what they were.

He stepped into the room with a smile on his face, expecting the old man to be lying quietly on the bed. What he saw stopped him in his tracks and he could only stare for a few moments.

Sir Robert Collins was sitting upright in bed- propped up by pillows, glasses perched low on his nose- his familiar voice animated and full of life. In his lap sat a small boy, no older than four or five, leaning in as Sir Robert read aloud from a thick, hardbound book. Every few lines, the old man paused to let the boy guess what came next, chuckling at the excited guesses.

The laughter was jarring. It wasn’t just that Sir Robert looked far better than Spencer expected, it was the complete absence of the stern, calculating patriarch he knew.

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