Rowan’s family’s private doctor arrived at the house in a few minutes, coming with a few medical kits to test Emma, as Rowan had called in a frantic emergency. Rowan paced up and down, waiting till the elevator opened to reveal his family doctor, who had come on such short notice. “Doctor Francis,” he called as he marched to him in haste. He led him to Emma’s room, where she lay on the bed, unconscious and sick.Even though he was calm now, Rowan’s mind still cringed from the memory of him talking to her a few minutes ago, and the next thing she was unconscious, “Tell me, what’s the wrong doctor?” He asked quietly. “She had been under a lot of stress without sleep or proper nutrition. I would like to see her get well rested, but do not worry; the baby isn’t affected but she does need rest.”Rowan should feel pissed about why he felt concerned for work and a child that may not be his, but he couldn’t bring himself to not care at this moment. “Thank you, doctor.” He told the man earn

ROWANIt was the middle of the dark clouded night when I drove to my family estate. And I was more than pissed. Seething mad was an understatement to how I felt right now . I took a glance at the document that lay on the passenger seat as I drove into the courtyard. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I rushed out of the car.I didn’t bother asking any maid that was still awake about her whereabouts because I knew where most likely she would be as I marched quickly upstairs. I barged into the private living room, not caring if I spooked my mom, and she was right there, and she had a shocked expression when she saw me. “ Rowan? What are you doing here at this hour?” She asked me softly as she dropped her wine. She was nursing. She was already dressed in her nightgown, and her hair, which was always tied in a bun, was free. Her hair ran over her back, and she looked tired. I didn't care for any pleasantries or greetings as I slammed the documents in my hands on the table directl

The beeping of the heart rate machine was what clouded the quiet room, as was Emma’s attention on her mom, who was unconscious. Her mother was still on bed rest, but she was responding well.She helped her mom move and adjust the pillows from time to time, but she was responding slowly to the medicine. The beeping of the machine didn’t make Emma feel any better; it gave her a little bit of anxiety looking at her mom. She hated seeing her like this, and she was alone with her dark thoughts.Amy had gone home to get changed before she came back to the hospital, so it was just Emma.A nurse had come in and explained to her that she would have to be taken for rehabilitation, but she didn’t say how long it could be for, and that was another cost that Emma didn't account for. But she wanted her mother to be okay. Emma’s lips were pursed in a thin line as she contemplated using the school scholarship money she was awarded as a down payment for her mother’s rehabilitation.She couldn’t even

Emma’s days began to pass by slowly, a pace that she would have never imagined possible since her whole like for the past few months have been unbelievable . And now She spends her time either in school or at the office and deciding to use her evening to check up on her mom.And Mrs Layla, God bless her, kindly provided the clinic where her mom was staying with an iPad that she could call 24/7 to the clinic. There were times Emma would call just to take a look at her mom; she could see that she was awake. Emma talked to her about her school life and how she got an internship at a good company. trying her best to reassure her mom she was doing fine in New York, or more like she was trying to reassure herself, as Emma was trying to be strong for both of them.“Thank you so much, Mrs. Layla; it means a lot what you’re doing for me. I can never repay you for this.”“ nonsense! It’s nothing, dear. Now tell me, How are you doing? How is school? And I hope the baby isn’t stressing you so m

•Emma• I could only gawk at her like a shocked, frozen in the spot as amber raged with anger and disbelief to see me. Her cold eyes sized me up from head to toe before she spoke out. “How dare you?” She called, vexed, with her hands firm and bratty on her waist. I didn’t know what she was expecting me to do or beg; I didn’t know, “Do you know who I am? I am Amber Falton!" She screeched her hands, raising up to hit me.But the pain never came. I looked to see her hands held by a tall frame that covered me; it was like de javu from when I worked at the restaurant months ago, and to the stranger who helped me that day,But now it was Rowan who stood in front of me. Wait, what if my helper was Rowan that day? “Stop that, Miss Falton." Rowan commanded as an amber stone's cold face crumbled when her gaze met with Rowan's. She felt asked to be caught yet again. "Miss Falton? so I’m not amber to you now?” She asked in disbelief. “What are you doing, harassing a worker in my company?” He