Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 100: The Downfall

Hospital.

"Stop filming! Stop it, now!"

Noah shielded Olivia as they rushed into the hospital room.

"It hurts... Noah, my face—it hurts so bad!"

Olivia clutched her cheek, trembling with fear. Her face was her career, her life. If it was ruined... what was left for her?

Noah slammed the door shut, blocking the paparazzi outside.

"Calm down. The doctors will handle it—you’ll have surgery soon."

"Surgery?!" Olivia’s voice broke, panic rising. "No, I need a mirror. I want to see my face!"

But before she could grab it, Noah snatched the mirror out of reach.

"Sit. Still." His tone was sharp. "The scans are done. The doctor’s on the way. If you want your face back, Olivia, don’t move an inch."

Tears streamed down her cheeks—each drop stinging as it crossed the open cuts.

Outside, security drove off the paparazzi.

Harper, wearing a mask, slipped quietly into the ward behind a senior surgeon—Dr. Tessa.

"Miss Morgan," Tessa said softly, "please lower your hand so I can take a look."

Olivia slowly dropped her hand.

Harper gasped.

Her face was nearly unrecognizable. Bruises spread across her skin like ink stains, and cuts—some deep, some shallow—marred every inch.

They said she’d fallen face-first down the stairs. Judging from the swelling, her forehead would need dozens of stitches. And her nose... it was broken.

When Tessa touched it lightly, Olivia screamed in pain.

"Prepare the sutures," Tessa instructed coolly. "We’ll need to perform a minor procedure."

Noah stared at her disfigured face, expression darkening. A once-valuable asset—now destroyed.

Without her beauty, what was Olivia worth to anyone?

"Noah, what’s that look supposed to mean?" she cried hysterically. "Tell me! My face—it’ll heal, right? I still have to film, I still have shows! Doctor, please! Please fix me!"

Tessa’s tone was detached, professional. "My job is to heal patients, not to perform miracles in cosmetic surgery."

Olivia froze. Cosmetic surgery?

Her heart skipped a beat, panic sinking in.

"Start the disinfecting prep," Tessa said evenly.

"Got it," Harper replied.

Olivia was wheeled into the operating room. An hour later, she came out pale and weak.

"Will she stay in the hospital or go home?" a nurse asked.

"She’s going home," Noah answered before Olivia could speak.

"What? No, I’m staying! I have to see my face!"

Even frowning made her wince in agony.

"Olivia," Noah’s voice turned hard. "I’m your agent. You’ll listen to me. On the show, this will go down as an accident. You tripped—nothing more."

The truth was uglier.

Olivia hadn’t been well-liked on set; the edited version of her "sweet" persona was pure illusion. The real footage showed her snapping at staff, refusing help, storming down the stairs—only to slip on a sickle she’d carelessly left propped against the wall.

If it had struck an inch higher, it would’ve been fatal.

"You can go home," Tessa said, writing her prescription. "Come back in ten days to remove the stitches. And try to keep your spirits up."

Olivia’s entire face was now wrapped in thick white bandages. Her petite figure looked almost fragile, swallowed up by the oversized hoodie Noah had thrown on her. They slipped quietly out the back door.

Harper raised an eyebrow. "Dr. Tessa, with her nose fracture—won’t she need another surgery?"

"It’s been set," Tessa said with a sigh. "But it’ll definitely leave marks. Such a beautiful face... what a waste."

Then she glanced sideways at Harper. "And you—weren’t you supposed to be the lead surgeon? How’d you end up watching from the sidelines instead?"

Harper curved her lips into a mischievous smile.

"Dr. Tessa, I might not be around the hospital for a while. If anything comes up, just call me."

Tessa crossed her arms, eyeing her. "Running off again? Don’t forget—you’re my last and most troublesome student. Try to remember that title, hmm?"

Harper laughed and threw her arms around her mentor. "Relax, I’ll never forget it."

...

Not long after Olivia left, Harper drove straight to Silver Lake Villa.

Moments later, the villa echoed with laughter.

"Sophia," Harper said between giggles, "this is karma at its finest! That woman’s barely debuted, and she managed to wreck her face already. Did you see it? She’s swollen like a balloon!"

Sophia smiled faintly. "You’re saying she fell on her own?"

"Of course! I heard Noah tell someone she tripped on a sickle she left leaning against the wall. Her own carelessness, no one else’s."

Sophia’s tone cooled. "So... she’s basically disfigured."

Harper nodded. "Her career was just starting to rise. JL Entertainment’s been pouring millions into her. They won’t drop her that easily. If she wants to stay in the spotlight, she’ll find some way."

"Mommy," a soft voice piped up suddenly.

It was Faye, holding a Barbie doll in one hand—and two spare doll heads in the other.

"If her face breaks, she can just change it," the little girl said matter-of-factly.

Harper burst into laughter, ruffling Faye’s hair. "Smart girl! Sophia, leave this to me. I know every top plastic surgeon in the country, and I’ve got friends abroad too. If she so much as checks into a clinic, I’ll know before her anesthesia wears off."

Sophia nodded, amused.

Then her phone buzzed on the table.

Damien.

[Tomorrow, 9 a.m. I’ll pick you up.]

Before she could react, Harper snatched the phone and typed a quick reply—"Okay."

"Harper!" Sophia protested.

"Oh, please." Harper winked. "Your second spring is blooming, babe. Stop pretending you don’t see it."

Sophia sighed helplessly. She and Damien were from completely different worlds—but she’d already promised him three months. There was no graceful escape now.

She opened her contacts, stared at Lucas’s name for a long moment... then hit delete.

If she was going to end it, she’d end it clean.

...

Hilton Group – Conference Room.

Lucas sat at the head of the table, face expressionless as Aiden went on with his usual excuses. The entire boardroom was silent, tension so thick it could choke the air.

"Lucas," Aiden said earnestly, "the partnership with Morgan Group could bring in tens of millions at least! This is an opportunity we can’t miss."

He spoke for nearly half an hour, pleading, explaining, performing—

But Lucas didn’t so much as blink.

His gaze shifted across the board members, sharp and icy.

"I’ll only ask once," he said slowly. "Who else here knew about the Morgan Group deal?"

No one answered.

Lucas’s lips curved in a cold, humorless smile.

"Brave enough to act behind my back, but not brave enough to admit it? Or do you all think I’m just a pretty face—useful for display, but not much else?"

Still, silence.

Then—

BANG!

A stack of documents slammed onto the table, making several people flinch.

"Since no one wants to talk," Lucas said, voice cutting through the air like a blade, "then none of you deserve to stay."