“Is it that necessary?”
“Must I really find the father?” My voice rose, slightly frantic.
How could I find the father?
How was I supposed to even find him?
Walk up to him, explain to him, and force him to be with me?
Ask him to make me his mistress?
That couldn’t be more ridiculous.
“Yes.
It’s important.
Your gland isn’t fully developed, making it impossible for you to release a soothing pheromone for the child and for yourself.”
“Didn’t you complain about not being able to eat for the past few days?”
Noah nodded.
“He hasn’t been able to eat anything other than ginger snacks and tea.”
Cole rubbed his brows.
“He needs his alpha, and that’s urgent.”
“Elian can’t carry the child alone, Noah.”
‘Elian can’t carry the child alone, Noah.’
The word repeatedly sounded in my ears.
Like a bell.
Loud.
Screeching.
Breaking.
I gripped the blanket tightly, shaking my head as I tried to control my thoughts.
No way.
No…
“I don’t know why he doesn’t want to find the father, but his life is at risk here.
You should convince him and make him say who the father is.”
“I’ll call Uncle Sterling.”
Cole’s words were like knives, piercing deeper into my bones.
“I won’t find the father,” I murmured.
“What?
He paused.
I turned to look at him.
“I won’t find the father.”
Heck, he had a family already.
His wedding was less than a week away.
What was I supposed to do?
Destroy another’s home?
I’d lived enough in a broken home to know how much that hurts.
I wouldn’t.
I would never be a homewrecker.
“I can carry the baby alone.
I can comfort it.
I’ll eat.”
Silence.
Cole stared at me for a long time.
He sighed, turned around, and left.
I could tell he was gone to call my father.
My fingers tightened around the blanket.
Noah stepped closer.
He pulled a seat and sat down.
I waited.
For his words.
For his persuasion.
But nothing came.
Seconds turned into minutes, and more minutes passed, yet Noah said nothing.
I blinked and turned my head away.
Creak.
The door opened.
I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.
“Elian…” Came my father’s voice.
Low.
Desperate.
My eyes glistened with tears.
“Please, son.” Then, my mother.
“Mum doesn’t want to lose you.
Mum can’t afford to lose you, please.”
My lips pursed.
“Elian?” My father called again.
I slowly turned to look at him.
His eyes were red.
His usually stern face had softened considerably, and the desperation in his eyes was one I’d only seen once and never thought I would see again in this life.
Years ago, it had been the same.
He had looked this desperate and vulnerable.
Begging doctors to save his child.
Frantically searching for experts to help with the undeveloped gland.
It should have been over.
Everything should have ended back then.
His sadness, his despair…
they should have ended.
Why?
“I…” My lips trembled.
“Dad…” A single tear rolled down the corner of my eye, dripping toward my ear.
My father stepped closer.
He took my hand, squeezing it gently.
“It’s okay.
Dad is here.” He revealed a smile, wiping the tear that had escaped.
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I’ll stay with you.”
My brows raised.
Wasn’t he going to ask more?
“You won’t ask for the father anymore?” I asked tentatively.
My father smiled.
“Hm.
You should rest.
Cole said you need the drip to supplement the food you haven’t been eating for the past few days.”
He fixed my hair.
His eyes softened.
His sadness seemed gone.
“Dad’s sorry.
I shouldn’t have sent you away.
I shouldn’t have frozen your accounts.”
My lips pursed.
He sighed.
“Will you forgive me?”
“I won’t.”
I turned to look away.
“I won’t forgive you.”
He laughed.
“Then, Dad will buy you a new car.”
I blinked.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.
Go pick one as soon as we leave here.”
“Now, sleep.
Let’s leave here earlier.”
A smile bloomed on my face.
Nodding gently, I closed my eyes.
A new car…
I almost laughed.
However, I knew…
even when he tried too hard to deceive me, I knew something was wrong.
My father’s change in mood was so fast.
It wasn’t normal.
Could it be that Cole said something else to Noah, which he told my Dad about?
Could I be dying?
I shook my head.
That couldn’t be right.
If that was the case, then my father would have been crying really hard.
He wasn’t the type that could hide his emotions too deeply.
Even when I was younger, it was easy for me to detect whenever something went wrong.
Then, what could it be?
I shook my head.
Anyway, a car was on its way, and no one asked about the father of the child.
This was good enough.
I wouldn’t ask for more.
Drowsiness hit me.
I yawned wearily.
“He’s all good now.”
Cole’s voice.
“Yes.
The drip is over.”
My eyelashes fluttered.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Cole’s white uniform was the first thing I saw.
Then…
Hiss.
“Be gentle.” I cried out.
Noah wiped the spot he removed the injection from and rolled his eyes.
“I was.”
“I can leave now?” My voice was a little hoarse.
“You can.
You’re all good.”
“Hm.”
My father held my arm, helping me up the bed.
While he put my shoes on for me, my back remained tense.
Cole wasn’t saying anything about the father of the baby again.
He wasn’t angry anymore, either.
Looking at Noah, except for his slightly pale face, nothing else seemed wrong with him.
My mother.
Arms crossed.
Her expression gave nothing away.
It seemed like I was the only one with the memory.
The only one who knew my life was in danger.
“Alright.
All done.”
My father patted my leg.
I stood up.
My eyes remained probing.
Yet, I could find nothing.
We left the hospital.
Peaceful.
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My mind became slightly restless.
It felt like something was wrong, and I was the only one left in the dark.
“Dad, let’s get the car right away.” Rather than worrying about what they thought, adding another car to my collection was a lot more fun.
My dad smiled.
“Alright.
I’ll inform Noah to follow us then.”
Right.
Noah hadn’t entered my Dad’s car.
“Inform Mum, too.” She, too, had left in her car.
My father snorted.
“She doesn’t need to know.”
I pressed a hand on my temple, resisting the urge to scold him.
“Fine, I’ll make the call.” I sent a message to my mum.
“Alright.” The reply came pretty quickly.
“What kind of car do you want?”
I blinked.
“Ferrari?”
My father rolled his eyes.
I laughed.
“That’s what I want.”
He made a call to his dealer.
I lowered my eyes to check my messages.
The group chat was overflowing with panicked messages.
My smile softened.
“I’m okay now.
On my way to get a car.”
“Whoa!”
“Lucky O!”
“Damn it.
I also want a Sterling!”
I laughed.
“When are we seeing, though?
Are you really okay?”
I stared at the only serious message on the screen and sighed softly.
“You all already know, right?”
“Yeah, we do.”
“We found out.”
Sure enough.
“I can’t come to the bar for a while…” I paused mid-typing.
Lucien was online, yet he hadn’t replied to any of our messages.
It was usual.
I sent the message and continued typing.
“Lucien?” He was always the most enthusiastic about texting and responding to my text messages.
Silence.
All of them kept quiet.
I stared at the screen- the message which had clicked twice, indicating it’d been seen and read.
Yet, none of them replied.
It was really strange.
I rubbed my brows and kept my phone.
I might have to check up on Lucien at home later.
Something must have happened to him.
Perhaps he was sick, and the rest were with him.
So, they wanted to hide it away from me…
I shook my head.
No.
It couldn’t be something serious.
“Son?”
My father’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“There’s no available nice car right now.
He sent the list of the ones he had, but I don’t think they are to your taste.”
“Do you want to wait for a while?
Dad will get you whatever car you want.”
I felt like he was deceiving me, but I had no evidence.
“Okay.”
He ordered the driver to return home.
He looked casual.
Just like before, his eyes showed neither sadness nor fear.
Instead, I could feel that he was a little…
tensed?
My lips pressed in a thin line.
Everyone was acting strange.
All I did was faint once.
Why did it feel like the world had changed?
“Careful.”
He said as I stepped out of the car.
“Noah and Mum are back?”
Weren’t they supposed to be behind us??
“Yes, they are.” My father smiled.
He took my hand and led me in.
“That’s it.”
Noah’s voice entered my ears.
I raised my head and froze.
There he was.
Cold grey eyes.
Tall.
Older…
Sébastien.