Semua Bab Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The world tipped again. I stayed in the middle of the hall, incapable of going one step further. The sterile odor of the hospital, the sum of the lamps, the distant beeps of monitors — everything disappeared. There was only him. Elias Blackwood. The man before room 304. The man on the yellowed photo. The man I hadn't known all my life. My father. He was older than on the picture, of course. The dark hair was grey at the temples . His face wore lines that told of years I never shared with him had. But his eyes... It was mine. Or me his. Same dark brown. Same form. He looked at me, and I immediately knew he knew me. Not just as a woman. It's like his daughter. His face lost any color. His lips opened as if he wanted to say my name. But I was faster. ‘No’ My voice was barely more than a touch. He took a step forward. ‘Lena—’ The sound of my name from his mouth broke something in me. I left. “Don’t say my name.” My chest lifted and lowered too fast. I couldn't

The doctor's words met me, but they didn't get right through to me. I'm sorry. Your mother didn't make it. I heard them. I understood her. And yet there was nothing. No tears. No scream. No collapse. Just silence. A so deep, black silence that everything was deaf in me. The doctor kept talking. Something about formalities, personal objects, over time. I didn't pick up a single word. I just stood there. And stared past him to the half-open door of the room. To bed. To the woman who had been my whole life. And that was gone now. Slowly I set a foot in front of the others. No one stopped me. Not the doctor. Not my father. Not Adrian. When I entered the room, it was suddenly quiet. Almost peaceful. The hectic beeping of Machines were lost. Only the quiet surre of the air conditioning remained. My mother was lying there as if she was sleeping. Her face was pale. Too quiet. I sat on the chair next to her bed and took her hand. She was still warm. That was the worst

My fingers closed tightly around the envelope. It's so hard that the old paper knistered. At the end of the hall, Victor Blackwood sat completely quiet in a wheelchair as if he had not specifically targeted with a weapon on his own grandson. Or the man he thought was his grandson. The red emergency light flickered over his face and made every fold look deeper. But his hand did not tremble. Not even a little. Next to him, Mia Carter, bleich and disbanded, as if she had understood only now, in which she was in. I couldn't take the look off the gun. My breath went in shock. Behind me, Adrian entered the hall. Slow down. Blood still ran over his sleeve, but he seemed like he wasn't the pain feel. His voice was calm. Too quiet. “Take the gun down, grandfather.” Victor smiled. “I fear that the word has just lost all meaning.” Adrian stopped. Not three meters behind me. I felt him without turning around. His presence. His tension. Every fiber of his body was directe

The shot was still in my ears. Victor Blackwood sacked in a wheelchair. The pistol fell slopingly to the ground. Mia Carter screamed, somewhere ran people, security people stormed the hall. But I only perceived all this through water. For my eyes were stabbed on the last line of the letter. Don't trust Elias. He's not your father. My whole body was freezing. The hand that held me still belonged to Noah Carter — the man I am until minutes ago Adrian had called. His fingers were warm. Hard. But I hardly felt them. I slowly lifted my eyes. To Elias Blackwood. He stood at the end of the hall. His face was pale. Too bad. Like he didn't read the last sentence, but still felt. My heart beat my ribs like an alarm. Noah said something. I didn't hear him. My head was out. Everything was lying. My mother. Victor. Elias. The letter. Maybe even my name. I pulled my hand out of Noah's handle. This time he didn't hold me. He let go. Now. Like he knew every touch was t

Nobody moved. The hall was quiet, except for the remote beeping of a monitor and the hectic Murmel the security people at the other end. But there was nothing for me. Just this woman. Helena Ward. It stood under the flickering emergency light, the black coat tightly pulled around it, and saw Noah Carter as missing every day of his life. Noah said nothing. He couldn't. I saw it on his face. All he had just experienced was too much. But this one sentence had finally pulled out of the train. I'm the woman who born you. His lips opened easily. Then he closed it again. For the first time, he didn't look like a man who could control any situation. He seemed like a child. Lost. Gabriel breathed sharply. “You shouldn’t have come here.” Helena did not turn the look off Noah. “I had no choice.” Her voice was calm. Too quiet. Like chaos for them has long been everyday. My heart was running. I looked back and forth between them. “Who are you?” She finally looked at me.