The doctors are now breathing in relief though they are still anxious about the baby. At least, for them, the baby survived the worst. If they're any second late, he... Damien could have had already say goodbye to his parents who just met him. Noah is holding Averill while she desperately stands behind the glass wall to look at Damien who's inside an incubator with a lot of tubes attached to him. The baby she thought was healthy looks really fragile to her right now. It drains all her energy and she almost fall to the ground if not for Noah who's supporting her. "You need to rest, Averill. I will talk to the doctors," "No, we will talk to them. This is my son we're talking about, Noah," she weakly argues to him. Noah assists her to the wheelchair and kneels in front of her. "Hey, I... I want you to know that it's not your fault," he told her. Averill freezes in her spot. She could not remove her eyes from his obsidian pair of sad eyes. Averill did not respond and simply looks awa
"I'm sorry," Averill snapped when Laura shook her head as she delivers them the result. There... there is no hope that Damien will be able to make it even after the surgery. Him, being a premature baby to undergo a surgery is already risky let alone his weak constitution, he might not make it. Instead of prolonging his life, it might even shorten it more. Averill hopelessly cries in Noah's arm. Noah hugged her tight, hoping that it could comfort the heart of the mother who is losing her first born. The baby she took care inside her for more than twenty weeks. The child she talks to every single night at bed. She's losing him. And Noah, with all his money, cannot do anything about it. *** "You told me everything's gonna be fine," Averill told him in remorse. She touched the huge wall of glass that separates them from Damien. She stares at the kid who looks really tiny inside, with all the tubes connected to him that prolongs his life. "You told me you'll do anything," Noah re
Six hours before the party. "There's nothing I can do about it. We got nothing to do now, Noah. Damien, your son is still fighting but after the last lab tests we did," Laura paused. Noah is the only one hearing about this. Averill break down before when she heard about Damien's case, that he cannot endure a surgery. And now, after some time that had passed, he's onl growing weaker. Noah does not want Averill to know that any minute now, Damien could say goodbye to them. He thinks he cannot bear seeing Averill break into even more fragile person she already is. Noah talked to Laura for another minute and left for Averill and Damien. When he arrived there, Averill was playing with their son's little fingers. Smiling like a mother she is. He fished his phone out of pocket when it vibrated. It's a text from Karl, informing him that everything's ready. "Noah," before he could even enter the room, Yanna reached for his arm and pulled him to her. Her eyes are begging him, "Where ar
"How is he, doc?" Averill asked Laura urgently. Laura looked at Noah who's just standing beside his wife. He looked back at him and made a small smile. A sad smile. "Laura? Tell me how my child is! My god! Do you know how cold he is earlier? I really panicked and rushed him here. He's going to be okay, right? He survived the attack yesterday. He's a really great boy, isn't he?" Laura stared at her with pity. "Averill," Noah called her, getting tired seeing her acting this way now. "Noah, maybe we should buy new toys for him. Let's go shopping later, what do you think?" She smiled at him. "Noah? Are you listening? Noah?" Noah looked down. It's really sinking in him now. "Noah? Noah? Oh god, are you feeling unwell too?" she asked him, touching his face. "I was told I am born healthy so maybe Damien got it from you?" she chuckled and touched Noah's cheeks. "Hey? Look at me, are you alright?" Averill asked him again but Noah kept looking down. "Stop," he said. "Stop this Averill," "
Noah's POV I woke up with a heavy body. My head feels like it's going to explode and my entire system is messed up. I sit up from bed and scanned the room. There's still a lot of empty bottles of beer on the floor and unopened bottles of wine on the table. I reached for my phone when it rang and answered the call without looking at the caller's ID. [Noah, I'm outside,] I ended it immediately upon hearing Yanna's voice. It has been three days since we all said goodbye to my son and it has also been three days since Yanna knocks on the door of my penthouse. Sadly, I did not stay there last night. I stared at the huge wedding portrait of me and Averill in front of our bed. It was a picture we were forced to take before the actual marriage that I could not even attend. I cannot read any emotion on my face on the photo but Averill... she's smiling like it was all real. That everything that happened is something we'd like and the marriage is not forced. What a genuine smile. I did not
"Noah," Averill called for him again but Noah's eyes are set on Kieffer. If glares could kill a person, Kieffer might have had a place beside Damien now. Averill tried pulling her arm from Noah but he tightened his grip. "Are you seriously f*cking deaf, Hills?" Noah's voice becomes cold as he look at the man holding his wife. Averill flinched when Noah's grip hurt her arm. Kieffer noticed it and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Are you seriously f*cking blind, Dalton? Your wife is hurting because of you." Kieffer let go of Averill and Noah was pulling her at that time. She bumped to his chest and Noah glared at her. Noah scoffed, smiling sarcastically with what Kieffer had said. He himself did not know why he stepped in and even called Averill his wife when he's about to divorce the woman. Averill looked at her with pained face, his grip must really hurt. "Tsk," he pushed Averill to the ground and the woman could not contain her balance and fell. Kieffer nervously tried to catch
Noah pushed Averill to his bed. They're at his penthouse. He cannot move Averill to their own mansion because Yanna was there. Averill slightly staggered because she's still feeling weak after the fever."Noah, I--""I don't wanna hear it," he said. He sat on the couch and lazily leaned on his back. "Do you know what you did wrong?" Noah asked.Averill shook her head. "I can't believe you did not attend his funeral. Were you always this heartless?" Averill pursed her lips. It was something she does not want to talk about but can she? Can she not talk about it now that Noah's cornering her?She had no reason. She... she simply cannot fathom the fact that she has to deliver a funeral of her own son. 'How can I when I've been with him from the start? How can I stand there and just let him go? Until now, I... I can't believe he's gone.' Averill wants to voice it out but she cannot. She remained quiet as a rock. Noah gets annoyed with that and walks to her. "You're really pissing me off,
"Liam," Yanna calls him again when he did not answer when she called him earlier. Liam looked at her with his brows up. "So you weren't listening," she rolled her eyes and glared at her brother. "What was it?" "I said, Mom called and we need to go to our house for dinner," "Oh, will Averill come with us?" "Avi? Is she back?" "Did Noah not tell you? She was with Kieffer," "With Kieffer," she repeats her brother's words and simply nodded. Yanna remained quiet until they reach her building. "I'll go there with my car," she told him and Liam agreed. He has something in his mind right now and he doesn't think he could keep her company. He drove to Noah's hotel and went to the top floor. He was just getting out of the elevator when Noah was about to go in. "Noah," "Liam. What are you doing here?" Noah's brows furrowed. "Oh, I was just gonna check on Avi," he simply said. There's nothing wrong with a brother worrying for his younger sister. He was about to walk past Noah when the l