Stolen By My Billionaire Brother-In-Law-Chapter 93: Karma Is Catching Up

"It feels like I’ve really gone blind!" Rubina cried out, her voice trembling with fear.

Amerie froze, her eyes widening in shock. Disbelief clouded her expression as she struggled to process Rubina’s words. "No... You must be mistaken," she murmured, her voice shaky as she tried to convince herself and Rubina that this couldn’t be true. "It’s probably just temporary. Maybe your eyes are tired from crying too much."

Rubina shook her head frantically, her hands clutching the bedsheets as panic surged through her. "I really cannot see anything!" she cried again, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the weight of her fear and helplessness pressing down on her. The darkness was suffocating, and the thought of never seeing again made her chest tighten painfully.

Amerie took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. "Don’t panic, Ruby... It must be some disease," she said, her tone steady but tinged with worry. She tried to stay positive, reassuring herself that this couldn’t be anything serious. Rubina had been confined to the mansion for the past few days, thanks to Rivana’s house arrest and the tricky revelations. Amerie had checked on her several times during the night, and Rubina had been peacefully sleeping. It was impossible for someone to have harmed her.

"I’ll call the doctor," Amerie said firmly, walking over to the dresser to grab her phone. She dialed the number quickly, her fingers trembling slightly as she pressed the buttons.

The doctor had been hired years ago, right after the incident that had left Rubina blind. Amerie had made sure to find someone who could fool everyone. At first, Rubina had been reluctant to go along with the plan, but Gianna had later convinced her. Only the two women knew the truth, while Emmerich, Rafaelo, and the entire world had been led to believe that Rubina was truly blind.

"I’ve booked the appointment. Let’s get ready first," Amerie said, turning back to Rubina. She walked over to the bed and gently helped her daughter to her feet. Rubina clung to her arm tightly, her movements hesitant and shaky.

Amerie guided her to the bathroom, her patience unwavering as she helped Rubina freshen up and get dressed. She made sure Rubina wore dark sunglasses before leading her downstairs, her arm still securely wrapped around her daughter’s.

Gianna, who was lounging on the couch, looked up in surprise as the mother-daughter duo entered the room. Considering Rubina’s attitude, she had expected her to throw tantrums and refuse to accept Amerie as her biological mother. But the way Rubina clung to Amerie’s arm, it seemed as though they had reconnected quickly. After all, blood ran thicker than water.

Rafaelo, seated beside his mother, didn’t bother glancing at Rubina. His disgust was evident in the way he ignored her completely. The revelation that he had adored a child born of wedlock all these years had shattered his perception, leaving him bitter and resentful. He silently glared at Gianna, the tension between them palpable after their heated argument the night before.

"George!" Amerie called out loudly, her frustration visible.

The butler hurried toward them, a frown tugging at his lips as his eyes landed on Rubina. The dark sunglasses she wore inside the mansion made him pause. Did she hurt herself or something?

"We’re going for Rubina’s routine check-ups. We’ll be late," Amerie informed him, her tone brisk as she instructed him to make the necessary arrangements.

As George left to carry out her orders, Gianna’s gaze lingered on the duo. Suspicion flickered in her eyes. Something was definitely wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"Let’s go, Ruby," Amerie said softly, her voice gentle as she guided her daughter toward the door. Rubina clung to her arm tightly, her steps slow and uncertain. Amerie carefully led her out of the mansion, her mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly be wrong.

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[Visionaire Hospital - Ophthalmology Department]

Amerie glanced at her watch, her impatience growing with every passing minute. It had been over an hour, and they were still sitting in the waiting room. The doctor, who had always been quick to attend to them, seemed to be preoccupied with who-knows-what appointments today. It had never been like this before. Amerie made sure the doctor received hefty payments every month to prioritize them above everyone else. Yet here they were, made to wait like any other patient.

"How long will it take?" Rubina’s trembling voice broke the silence, her tone on the verge of tears. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, adjusting the sunglasses that did nothing to change the suffocating darkness she was trapped in. Her inability to see was overwhelming, and the panic was like an unshakable shadow looming over her.

"She must be in an emergency surgery. Let’s wait a few more minutes," Amerie said, trying to keep her voice calm and reassuring. She placed a comforting hand on Rubina’s shoulder, though worry was evident in her own eyes. There was no denying that the situation was unusual, but Rubina needed her to stay composed.

A couple of tense minutes later, a nurse finally walked over and called them. "Miss Faye, please follow me," she said curtly. Amerie let out a sigh of relief, standing up and helping Rubina to her feet.

The nurse guided them down the hallway to the consultation room, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. As they entered, Amerie’s sharp eyes caught sight of Dr. Celeste Morrow seated at her desk. Unlike her usual warm demeanor, the doctor didn’t get up to greet them. She remained seated, her eyes focused on the papers in front of her.

Amerie frowned but chose to ignore it. Her primary concern was Rubina’s condition, not the doctor’s uncharacteristic behavior.

"Good morning, Dr. Morrow," Rubina said hesitantly, her head turning slightly as though trying to locate where the doctor was sitting.

The nurse escorted Rubina to the examination chair, a sleek, white piece of equipment adorned with various attachments—lights, lenses, and gadgets used for eye consultations. Amerie stood by her daughter’s side, her expression tense.

Dr. Morrow curtly nodded, adjusting her glasses. "What’s the problem?" she asked, her tone clipped.

"She’s unable to see anything since last night," Amerie explained, her voice steady yet laced with concern. "It must be because of crying all night, I suppose," she added, trying to offer some explanation for the sudden blindness.

Dr. Morrow looked up from her desk, her gaze meeting Amerie’s with an unreadable expression. After a moment’s pause, she spoke, her tone startlingly blunt. "What do you mean, Ms. Amerie? Miss Faye hasn’t been able to see for ages."

Amerie froze, her mouth opening slightly in shock. Rubina’s head jerked up, her lips parting as she processed the doctor’s words. The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of disbelief hanging thick in the air.

There wasn’t anyone else in the room; the doctor had no reason to keep up the act. What was she trying to say? Was this some kind of twisted prank? Amerie’s thoughts raced as she stared at Dr. Morrow, trying to make sense of her statement.

"Haha, you’re good at keeping up the act, Dr. Morrow," Amerie said, forcing a laugh to break the tension. "There’s no one around here, so you can be real."

"Well, I am being real, Ms. Amerie," the doctor replied, her tone steady and unapologetic. She turned to Rubina, her eyes devoid of humor. "She lost her vision after that incident, and it’s impossible for her to get it back."

The words hit Amerie like a ton of bricks. Confusion clouded her mind as she stared at the doctor, trying to comprehend the gravity of what had just been said. "What nonsense are you spouting?" Amerie snapped, stepping forward and glowering at Dr. Morrow. Her hand reached for the doctor’s collar, but she froze mid-action as another voice cut through the tension.

"She’s speaking the facts, Ms. Faye."

Amerie spun around, her eyes narrowing in fury as they landed on Callum, who stood at the doorway with an infuriating smirk plastered on his face.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Amerie demanded, her voice dripping with venom. Meanwhile, Rubina, clueless and disoriented, sat frozen in the chair like a lost chick trying to grasp what was happening around her.

Callum sauntered into the room, his confidence filling the space. He stopped a few feet from Amerie, his smirk widening. "Just here to confirm if my last night’s mission was successful," he said, his eyes flicking to Rubina. "And judging by the way you’ve rushed here, I’d say it was a massive success."

Amerie’s eyes widened, her mind scrambling to piece together his cryptic words. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as the pieces began to click into place. She turned her gaze to Rubina, then to Dr. Morrow—the doctor she had trusted for years—and finally back to Callum.

The realization hit her like a tidal wave. Her knees wobbled, and she stumbled back slightly, horrified. Rubina must have really gone blind.

"Good work, doc." Callum praised the doctor whom they had threatened and forced to finish their mission.

"What’s happening here?" Rubina cried out loud. "Someone care to explain me?!"

"Oh, you don’t need to act anymore, Rubina Faye." Callum’s words sliced through Rubina’s fragile hopes like a blade. "You are now permanently blind."

Rubina froze, her lips trembling as the weight of his words sank in. The room seemed to close in around her, the suffocating darkness amplifying her panic. She clutched the armrests of the chair, her knuckles turning white, as though holding on to something tangible could anchor her in this nightmare.

"You!" Amerie’s voice erupted, filled with unrestrained fury. She lunged at Callum, her movements fueled by rage, but he was quicker. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a force that made her wince.

Callum’s eyes darkened, his expression shifting into something cold and menacing. A low snicker escaped his lips as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery. "Be glad that we let her be alive," he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily before he shoved her back.

Amerie stumbled, her heels scraping against the tiled floor as she struggled to regain her balance. Her chest heaved with anger, her glare burning into Callum, but the smirk on his face only deepened.

"And also," Callum added, slipping his hands casually into his pockets as though the chaos around him was nothing more than a game, "take this as a warning. Try to harm Rivana again, and her husband won’t let you have an easy death."