Semua Bab Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Lydia POV“Have I made a terrible mistake taking you on as a client?”I frowned.“Excuse me?”“It’s seven in the evening.”“So?”“My work hours have officially ended.”“Dr. Sana—”“Call me tomorrow morning.”“Please.”“No.”“Doctor.”“No.”“Dr. Sana.”“Lydia.”I sighed dramatically.“Please. I’m having an elder-sister moment.”Silence.Then I heard her laugh.“You are shameless.”“I learned from the best.”“You owe me a trip to Barbados after this.”“Fine.”“I’m serious.”“I’ll send you to Barbados.”“With a spa package.”“Yes.”“Five-star hotel.”“Yes.”“Business class.”I rolled my eyes.“You’re becoming expensive.”“You’re the one who called after hours.”“Please analyze me before I change my mind.”She laughed again.“Fine. Read me your answers.”So I did.One by one.She didn’t interrupt much.Every now and then, she’d make a quiet sound of acknowledgment.“Mmm.”“Interesting.”“Go on.”When I finished, there was a long silence.“So?” I asked.“So,” she said slowly, “I think you’

Anna POV “Sorry… are you sure?” The words barely came out. I heard myself stammer. Actually stammer. I had never stammered in my entire existence. Not during arguments, not during presentations, not even when I was caught doing something I had absolutely no business doing. But now my tongue wouldn’t cooperate. “G-Greadow Hospital?” “Yes, ma’am.” I gripped the phone tighter. “I’m so sorry, but… are you sure you have the right number?” The person on the other end paused. “The vehicle involved was registered under the plate number GX-1009SH.” Everything inside me went still. That was her car. There was no mistaking it. “Please…” My voice cracked. “Please get here as soon as you can.” The call ended. I stared at the phone. For several seconds, I couldn’t move. Then my body finally caught up with my brain. I jumped off the bed. I was halfway out of my bedroom in my bathrobe before the nanny called again. I answered immediately. “Bring the children to my house.” “Ma

Anna POV After my fifth cup of coffee, my phone vibrated against the floor. I nearly jumped. At this point, every vibration had started feeling like a warning. I glanced down, expecting to see one of the twins calling me, or maybe the nanny asking another question about whether they should eat something or go to bed. Instead, a familiar name flashed across my screen. Kiddo. Theo. I stared at the video-call notification. For half a second, my thumb hovered over the answer button. Then I looked down at myself. My hair was a disaster. My boubou was wrinkled from sitting in the same position for hours. My face probably looked like I hadn’t slept in three years, and my eyes were swollen enough to make me look like I’d been crying—which, technically, I had. I couldn’t do Theo right now. I declined the call. Almost immediately, a message appeared. Theo: What’s up? I swallowed. My fingers felt strangely heavy as I typed. Me: I’m busy rn. Call me back later. The typing bubble

Anna POVThe moment I stepped through the front door, I heard little feet pounding against the floor upstairs.“Auntie Anna!”I barely had time to put my bag down before Eli came running toward me, his hair sticking up on one side and his shirt half-tucked into his shorts. Ava followed close behind, but unlike her brother, she wasn’t smiling.“When is Mum getting back?”The question stopped me.I forced a smile.“Good morning to you too, troublemakers.”“Auntie Anna,” Ava repeated, coming closer. “When is Mum coming back?”“And why weren’t you at home throughout the night?” Eli added.I looked between them.Two little faces.Two pairs of eyes searching mine.Two children who had absolutely no idea that their entire world was currently sitting behind a glass door in an intensive-care unit.I swallowed.“I had somewhere important to be.”“Where?”“A hospital.”Ava’s eyes widened.“Were you sick?”“No.”“Then why were you there?”I opened my mouth, but nothing sensible came out.Before I

Dave POVI was halfway through the newest contract our legal team had cooked up for the influencer campaign when I stopped reading for the third time.My eyes remained fixed on the same paragraph.I had read it at least four times already.Honestly, dealing with influencers was not my idea of a good time. I had an entire team whose job was to handle them, negotiate their rates, chase deliverables, review their content and make sure nobody suddenly developed amnesia when it was time to honour a contract. I shouldn’t even have been looking at the damn thing.But I liked knowing there were no loose ends.Especially after Eli once told me about a case Lydia had handled where a company had nearly walked into a legal disaster because of poorly drafted contracts. Ever since then, I’d developed an almost unreasonable suspicion of anything involving clauses, signatures and people promising they had “read everything carefully.”Influencers were particularly dangerous.They could smile into a ca