All Chapters of FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The golden hue of the setting sun filtered through the curtains in Leylla’s room, painting her walls in soft amber. She stood before the mirror, brushing her hair and adjusting the simple white sundress she had chosen for her evening tour of Mombasa town. After everything that had happened, she needed fresh air, a breath of freedom, something to remind her that there was more to life than battles and betrayals.Just as she reached for her purse, there was a soft knock on her door.Before she could answer, the knob turned, and Dr. Aldrich stepped in.Leylla’s breath caught slightly, her hand frozen in mid-air. He looked different this evening—less formal, more human. His eyes held exhaustion, but beneath it, something softer… something broken.“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said quietly.Leylla shook her head. “No… come in.”He closed the door behind him and stood for a moment, hands in his pockets, staring at the floor.“I just needed to see you before you left,” he murmured. “Le

The second day of the seminar started early and bright. Everyone gathered in the big hall, dressed sharply, holding notebooks, and bottles of cold water rested on the table. I, too, was not under-dressed or less excited despite the cold that existed between me and Dr. Aldrich.The guy chose to ghost me that time around. He had not spoken to me after watching me leave his room the other night. His reaction spoke volumes; he chose war instead of peace because that is exactly what his son was willing to give as long as he continued to anger him. He chose chaos over peace and my love, and I was not ready to go through more shit.The air buzzed with thrill as I found my seat in the front line, a space that was reserved for all the residents. I fixed my pink, knee-length dress before sitting down next to Morgan, extending my warm greetings to a few guests who were near me. Well, except for those two. They had chosen to be gross, and I was ready to embarrass myself.Dr. Aldrich marched to th

Evening came, and the afternoon session was coming to an end. Surely, like Dr. Aldrich had said, surgery was a broad topic that would require months to exhaust completely.Dr. Aldrich stood on stage while the room buzzed from the intense discussion he had allowed us to have. The hushed tones died when he cleared his voice, indicating that discussion time was over.He looked around the full auditorium. His eyes seemed strained and a bit sore, perhaps from too much light from the projector and the laptop. And of course, I knew he never slept the nights preparing his presentations. He was looking tired but still strong.“Do we have questions?” He asked.The hall fell silent, as if everyone had understood every single detail. Or maybe we really did not want to tire him more.“Today,” he continued when no one spoke, “we explored the beauty and challenge of surgical innovation. We have shared rare cases that reminded us why we became surgeons in the first place. But innovation isn’t just ab

The conference hall was already filling up at a quarter to nine. It was the final day of the seminar, and nobody wanted to miss it or be late, as it seemed.Vincent and Marylyn walked in confidently. Their gazes roamed everywhere, announcing their presence. They found their seats and glanced at that empty seat beside Morgan. Their smile shone even brighter.“Oops! We forgot to check on our sleepyhead!” Marylyn whispered.Vincent smiled with a knowing expression. “Let the baby sleep.”“I can’t wait to see Father-In-Law’s face. Or what everyone will have to say after missing their little star.”Morgan shook his head. He dialed Leylla’s number to check on her, but it went unanswered, just like a thousand more he had made since the previous night.Dr. Aldrich entered and walked to the side of the stage, his knowing gaze lingering on those two. They looked back, smiles on their faces, while Morgan’s face was hunched down with shame.Just then, a slender, female figure made its way into the

“You have not answered me.” Dr. Aldrich said once we entered the room. I don’t even know why I had to follow him here. I should have gone to queue for dinner or taken a breather at the beach.I turned to him, and I remembered the reason we had not talked for two days. “He is your son. Don’t you care at all what happens to him?”“You don’t understand what it feels like to be caught up in the middle of you two.” He began his voice, holding a lot of emotions that he was hiding. “As a father, I want a disciplined son, someone I can be proud to call my own. I am trying to straighten Vincent through all means possible. While as a man, I want to stand up for you. I won’t stand and watch anyone hurt you, even if that person is my own son.”“Can’t you see that the more you fight him because of me, the more he is growing defiant? The more conflicts there are between you two. There will be no peace as long as I am in the picture. Haven’t you realized that yet?” I asked, my heart sinking.I knew