Trip to Dover, Kent

However, Denise was driving in her direction, and she mistook his car for an unpainted cab. Then, she attempted to wave and stop the vehicle, but it stopped on its own accord.

“Hello, how are you?” Denise looked at a dejected and confused young girl and asked.

“I am f…” 

Before she could complete her statement, she slumped and her phone fell off her hand and shattered. Denise got out of his car at once and walked swiftly to her. He looked around to see if any help could come, but it was a Saturday and most of the residents were indoors. He lifted her into the back seat of his car, opened his car trunk, and dropped her luggage and the pieces of her shattered phone before he drove off.

At Seven Oaks - Louis' House.

When Louis woke up, he could not believe that Olivia left his house the previous night with his pregnancy.

“Olivia. Olivia," he called out in despondency.

Based on her medical history which he was aware of, he recalled that she could not withstand stress for a long time, how much more when she was pregnant. 

“How could she have left the estate at 10 PM? Aww!”

He rubbed his hand backward on his short, curly hair with the faded haircut several times before he thought of calling her. To his amazement, her line could not connect. He tried again but got the same result.

“I hope she got to her house safely," he mumbled. 

Now, Louis went berserk and asked himself, "What have I done to myself? My woman and my baby?”

He hurriedly picked up his car keys and fled to his car. Now, his domestic staff members who saw the way he ran out of the house knew that something was wrong. He drove off, not knowing where to begin his search. Going to her house was out of the question because the security guards would not let him in. At that point, he had no choice but to risk it. 

He drove to the quarters for Missionaries at Badan Powell Road and stopped at the gate. He got out of his car and walked to the security men. 

Then, one of them inquired, “How may we help you, Young Master?”

“Good morning to you, Officer. I want to visit the McGregor," he composed himself before making his request known.

“Mr. McGregor and his wife had been on Foreign Missions abroad, Young Master. Sorry about that,” he informed him dismissively.

“Thank you, Officer, for informing me. I'm aware of that but I'm here to see Olivia, their daughter.”

“Oh! I see. Let me call the apartment.”

A ray of hope flashed across his face and he said, “I appreciate it, Officer.” 

Louis was lucky to have met a security officer who was not aware of the standing order from McGregor not to let him into the quarters anytime he showed up. Then, the officer called the flat and the janitor picked up the call.

“Hello. Someone is at the gate. He wished to see Olivia," he informed the janitor. 

At that time, Louis's heart was in his mouth as he looked anxiously at the officer. 

“Let me check her room, Officer," the janitor replied.

To Louis, the waiting period seemed like an eternity. Soon, the call came again through the security landline, and the officer picked it up.

“She is not around, Officer,” she announced and the officer responded, “It is okay. Thank you.”

He looked at the young man before him, whom he was sure heard what the Janitor said, and informed him dismissively, “Young Master, she is not around. Have a pleasant day.”

At that moment, Louis's condition became worse than when he came. He thanked the officer, notwithstanding, and walked back to his car. He was sweating profusely under the cold and had no clue where she could be.

All the same, he turned on his ignition and drove off. Likewise, he could not explain how he got back to his house. 

“What came over me? The woman that I had waited for three years to be out of school before I went to bed with her. The girl I loved with my life is missing with my pregnancy," he lamented.

At Dover

Denise arrived at his company clinic in trepidation. He ran in and came out with two nurses pushing a stretcher. They wheeled Olivia into the Intensive Care Unit while Denise looked aimlessly into the space. Likewise, he reminisced about the meeting he had with his Godfather earlier on.

“Could she be the one? I have a thing for her already,” he said to himself.

Then, a nurse at the reception who wanted to open a file for her turned to him, and asked, “Boss, please, what is her name?”

Denise looked at her and hesitated, but the nurse thought that he was distraught and could not speak.

To help him out, she said, “Mrs. Denise," and wrote it on her card.

She did more writing and stood up to join the doctor at the Intensive Care Unit, and Denise stood at the reception, speechless. 

“Mrs. Denise? That's funny," he muttered. 

After a few minutes, when he got tired of standing, he took a seat and continued waiting. Before another thirty minutes, the doctor walked up to him and requested, “Mr. Bailey, can we talk in my office?”

He looked askance into the doctor's and obediently followed him to his office.

“Please sit down," the doctor informed him.

The anxious Denise took his seat, brazed up for the impossible, and waited for what he had to say. 

Then, the doctor looked into his eyes and continued, “I'm sorry to inform you that she miscarried a pregnancy of about two months.

“What?” He shouted in dejection and gave credence to the doctor's assumption that the patient was his woman.

“So sorry for the loss, Mr. Bailey,” the doctor pacified him.

“Thank you, Doctor,” he responded coldly.

“You are welcome. She needs some rest. In the next hour, she will be fit to go home.”

“It is okay, Doctor.”

"Take care of her, please.”

“I will,” Denise answered but was despaired.

However, the doctor comforted him, “No need to worry, Mr. Bailey. You are still young and can have as many children as you wish. My condolences.” 

“Thank you for your concern, Doctor.”

“Don't mention.”

At Denise's Apartment 

He had moved out of the Bailey's Native Home at the Bailey Close and was residing in the Executive Quarters of his company. After one hour of waiting as the doctor advised him, he left with Olivia. He got to his compound and his security man opened the gate for him.

“Welcome back, Boss,” he greeted him.

“Thank you, John. How are you?" He got out of his car and asked him.

“I'm fine, Boss.”

He walked to the passenger's door and opened it for Olivia.

“Come out, please. You will be fine," he assured her.

“Thank you, Sir,” she appreciated him and he helped her to get out of the car.

When they got to the house, he guided her to the bedroom and made her sit on the bed. They locked eyes and after a while, she lay on the bed, but her eyes were weak.

Shortly after, she slept off. Denise stood by the bedside and reminisced about his meeting with his Godfather earlier that day. After a while, he took another look at her and smiled.

'She is pretty,' he thought.  

After he removed his walkout wear, he walked to the Kitchen to prepare a meal for her. He decided to do that for his special guest by himself because he would not trust his janitor with that. At last, he served the food at the dining table, returned to his room, and rested on the couch. After a few minutes, he began to prepare for work. Now, he carried out most of his activities carefully in the bathroom and parlor to avoid disturbing her sleep. 

“It is so unfortunate that I am on Night Duty today. I wish Father would permit my absence," he thought aloud. 

When he was set for work, he walked back to the bedroom only to discover that she was still sleeping soundly, and was scared. He walked back to the parlor and called the doctor.