THE CEO’S BETRAYAL; EX-WIFE HIDES HIS BABIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Camilla's POV.I stood up from my seat, but before I could take up to two steps, I hit the floor."Miss Camilla, are you okay?" Dr. Richard said in a concerned tone.He stood up from his seat and hurried to my side to help me up.He pulled me by my hands and gestured for me to sit down."You need to sit down Miss Camilla," He said to me."I'm fine Dr. Richard, I said to him.I tried moving again but then I fell."I don't think you're okay Miss Camilla, He said to me. "You need to sit down and take this all in."He helped me get up once again and still held onto me.I tried going out but he held me back."Let go of me, Dr. Richard!" I yelled Immediately, I dropped to the floor.The tears I was trying so hard to hold back came out like a waterfall.I needed to be alone. I need to be away from everyone. I'm tired of everything.I thought everything was going to be fine.I thought George was going to befine. But I was wrong. Nothing was okay.Now I was back to square one.George's health

Lawrence's POV.I stared into the mirror as I buttoned up my shirt.I put on my suit and left the apartment.I got into the car and drove to work.I have been finding it out to sleep for days.I was both excited and worried.Excited because I got to meet and talk to Camilla, and I also found out that I had a son with her.But I was worried because I didn't know how he was.Days back, Camilla had refused to let me see him.I'll send the address of the hospital to you when it is time for you to come for the test."We need to make sure that you are the perfect match," She had said to me.I smiled, trying my best to conceal the hurt I felt inside of me.Not only had she kept George, our son away from me for four years, she still insists on keeping him away from me even now.I know I messed up, and I hate myself for it.But I have paid for it.Searching for her for four years, not knowing what had become of her wasn't an easy task.And having her ignore and pretend she doesn't know me afte

Lawrence's POV "Are you insane Lawrence?" Edgar asked.He was about to say something else when someone knocked on his office door.A man in a black suit walked into the office."I'm sorry Sir, but you are needed in the Boardroom," The person, who seems to be a manager says to Edgar Knights.I smiled.Dad hates being interrupted."Can't the Directors manage a meeting without me for just an hour or two!" He yells.There was an intense atmosphere.I looked at the manager, he was frightened.Who would have thought Dad would lose his cool in public, most especially at the office?"I'll let them know you're in a meeting Sir," The manager said and hurried out of the office.Dad was flaring with anger.Last night Dad asked me to head over to his office first thing in the morning.I had no idea what it was about, but from the tone of his voice, it was obvious that he was angry.I couldn't make it here in the morning.I had some stuff at work to sort out.I got here by 4 pm, but with how thing

Camilla's POV.I walked towards the mirror.I had slept off yesterday immediately after I ended my and Lawrence's call.There were tear marks all over my face, evidence that I had spent hours crying last night because Lawrence didn't show up yesterday.The thought of it had hurt me badly. Not the thought of him not taking the test, but the thought of knowing that I was right and that he had betrayed me one more time.But that wasn't the case.And for some reason, I felt happy knowing that Lawrence was with his father instead of anyone else.I walked into the bathroom to freshen up.With Lawrence discharged from Torrance Memorial, I have had a lot of time for the kids.George was always happy to see me at work, and Mira was happy to see me pick her up from school and take her to Bridget's.But no matter how happy they were, I could still see beyond it and tell what they truly wanted.They wanted to see each other.I never got to know what it was like to be apart from your twin for lon

Camilla's POV.The emergency room was buzzing with its usual chaos when the paramedics rushed in with a young boy on a stretcher. He couldn’t have been more than eight years old, his small body dwarfed by the medical equipment surrounding him. I approached the stretcher quickly, my mind already racing through the possible scenarios."He was hit by a car," one of the paramedics explained breathlessly. "He was unconscious when we found him, and he’s been in and out since."I nodded, my eyes scanning the boy for visible injuries. His face was pale, and there was a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. As I began my examination, I noticed his abdomen was slightly distended and tender to the touch."Get me a portable ultrasound and let’s set up for a FAST exam," I instructed the team. "We need to rule out internal bleeding."As the equipment was brought over, I kept talking to the boy, hoping to keep him conscious. "Hey there, buddy. Can you hear me? My name is Dr. Camilla. We'