THE BILLIONAIRE'S LOST FAMILY

Nancy’s POV“Your son’s blood type is AB negative, one of the rarest we’ve seen. We don’t have any in stock right now, and the nearest hospital with a compatible supply said it might take three days to transport.”The smell of antiseptic burned Nancy’s nose as the hum of machines filled the room. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling, and her palms were still sticky with her son’s blood. Two hours ago, she was baking cookies for Liam. Two hours ago, life had been ordinary. Now, her son’s life was dangling by a thread.She had turned her back for all but two seconds. That was all it took for Liam to go outside without supervision and get hit by a car. It was a hit and run and Nancy couldn’t stop wondering what kind of person could do that to a child.The doctor’s lips were moving, but the words barely registered. Nancy’s heart stopped. Three days?She blinked hard, trying to process. Her eyes were blurry from the tears she had shed and was still shedding. “He can’t wait that long, can he?”

Andrew’s POVI couldn’t have children. It was impossible. I had azoospermia, a medical condition where a man's ejaculate contains no sperm, causing male infertility. It’s why I didn’t believe Nancy when she barged into my company screaming about a son.I found out about this two years ago. I had already come to the terms with the fact that I would never have children, at least not by the natural process. I followed Nancy to this hospital out of mere curiosity. I hadn’t seen her for four years. Four whole years and seeing her face again did something to me. I had forced myself to stop thinking about her, to forget about her.There were times when I didn’t even think of her, but when I did, it always came with a desperate pang of pain in my chest. I stopped myself from seeking her out because she had made it very clear to me she wanted nothing to do with me anymore.The doctor had already run a DNA test and the results were positive. It was a miracle. Maybe my infertility issue was not

Andrew’s POVThe ride back to the hospital felt like a haze. I was losing my mind, my hair was a mess and my fingers were starting to hurt as they turned white from how hard I was gripping my steering wheel. My mother stole four years of my life away from me. Four years without my son that I was never going to get back because my own flesh and blood betrayed me.I still thought I was dreaming.I was a strong man. I never cried, never showed emotion. From the minute I was born it was like I was carved from steel, never letting anyone in long enough to be vulnerable with them. But now, I felt tears stain my cheeks as I sped back to the hospital. Damn whatever responsibilities I had today. I had to be with my son!Nancy and I were together for only two months, and what a wonderful two months those were. We were still getting to know each other but she was a ray of sunshine. I was ready to see how far I could take things with her. I felt myself opening up more and more to her because she m

Nancy’s POVA week had passed. Liam’s operation was successful and he could even walk now. He was still in pain but he was healing really fast. All thanks to the blood Andrew had donated. It was a minor operation and most of the complications came from the fact that he was bleeding internally. If I hadn’t been able to get to Andrew… or if he didn’t believe me and had refused to come to the hospital, Liam would be dead right now.A shudder went through me from the thought of it.Andrew had him moved to a different hospital A fancier hospital where Liam would be more comfortable and he took care of all the bills, no matter how hard I begged him not to. Liam might have been Andrew’s son and Andrew had an obligation to take care of him, I knew that, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t feel weird all the same.For four years, I had been the one taking care of my son, paying for his expenses, sending him to school. Andrew being in our lives now changed things, forever. I felt weird and strangel

Andrew’s POV“Do you want to explain to me what the hell is wrong with you, mother?” I spoke in anger as I paced up and down my living room. The Earnshaws had left and it was just my mother and I in the massive room, but because of her presence, the room felt smaller, like I was suffocating just from the sight of her.I still didn’t know how to act around her. This was the woman who had raised me, who taught me everything I knew but her betrayal carved a hole in my heart I am not sure she will ever be able to refill, and what was worse was there was no remorse in her. She wasn’t sorry for what she did. Not once in the past week since my life changed had she tried to reach out to me to apologize.It stung. It hurt.“What do you want me to say Andrew?” She asked and I stopped in my tracks at the condescension in her voice. This wasn’t the woman I grew up with. No, this was someone else. My heart dropped. I felt like the entire universe was against me lately.“You want me to say I am sorr