Chapter Hundred And Eight

LEONARD’S POV:

Then I turned my attention back to driving. Even though this was supposed to be exciting news on a normal day, we couldn't celebrate it.

"I'm hungry," Evelyn said. I gave her a questioning look.

I turned the car onto another route as we started looking for a restaurant. We eventually found one and walked inside. The meal was nice, and I realized I was also hungry. After eating, we didn’t leave immediately; we stayed for a while to relax.

Then a call came to my phone. I took it out and saw it was a new number. Surprisingly, I hesitated before answering, wondering who it could be.

“Good day, sir,” a voice said on the other end.

I tried to recognize the voice but couldn’t.

“I’m from the press hub,” the voice continued.

My interest piqued. “What’s the situation?” I asked urgently.

“We have three offers right now,” he said.

A wave of excitement washed over me for a moment.

“Alright, I need their details immediately,” I said and hung up.

I turned to speak to Evelyn, only to realize she had already fallen asleep. I smiled slightly and tapped her gently.

“Hey, babe. We need to get you comfortable,” I said.

I helped her and got her into the car. Instead of driving back to the hospital, I headed straight home. When we arrived, I helped her out of the car and into the bedroom. She was half asleep the entire time. I laid her on the bed, and she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

I went downstairs with my laptop and started working on some files for my office while occasionally checking my phone for updates from the press. After what felt like ages, a notification beeped. It was the information I had been waiting for. I forwarded the details to the doctor and called him immediately.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the doctor said as soon as he answered.

“I’ve sent you some details. I need you to contact them and make confirmations,” I said briefly, skipping pleasantries.

“Okay, sir. I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m done,” he replied, then hung up.

Feeling slightly more at ease, I returned to my work. A short while later, Evelyn’s phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID—it was my mom. I picked it up almost immediately.

“Hey, Mom,” I greeted.

“Do you even know this phone?” she asked playfully.

“Evelyn is sleeping, Mom,” I explained.

“I see. How’s she doing?” she asked.

I told her Evelyn was fine and then explained everything that had happened, from Mr. Wyatt’s condition to the court hearing. She sighed deeply and asked if I was sure Evelyn was okay, suggesting we check her blood pressure. I agreed with her.

Before ending the call, I shared the news about Evelyn’s company. My mom was thrilled and promised to call later to congratulate her.

After the call, I went back to work. But exhaustion crept in, and soon, I drifted off to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Evelyn sitting near me with a damp expression.

“Evelyn!” I called, but she didn’t respond.

I got off the couch and walked toward her.

“Hey, babe,” I called again, but she didn’t budge. Her eyes were fixed on a particular spot. I followed her gaze but saw nothing.

“Say something, please,” I pleaded. My mind was racing, and my heart pounded faster than ever.

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if something was caught in her throat. I tried to touch her, but my hand passed right through her.

My heart sank. She wasn’t real. I tried everything, but I couldn’t hold her or get her to respond.

I fell to the ground and wailed, “This can’t be my fate. I can’t lose her. No, I won’t lose her!”

Then, suddenly, she vanished. There was no trace of her left.

“Evelyn!” I screamed, but nothing happened.

“Babe,” I heard her voice call faintly. It felt like something was pulling me from that world, but I didn’t want to leave. I needed to find her.

“Babe,” the voice came again, louder this time.

Forcing my eyes open, I realized Evelyn was standing right in front of me, her large baby bump almost touching my face. It had all been a dream. I was drenched in sweat.

I stood up quickly and hugged her tightly.

“I thought I had lost you,” I said.

“What happened?” she asked.

I sat her down on the couch and explained everything. She assured me she wasn’t going anywhere. We went upstairs and took a shower together.

Afterward, we called my mom. I told Evelyn about her earlier call. When my mom picked up, we had a brief conversation before hanging up.

Just then, my phone rang again. It was the doctor. I answered with so much enthusiasm.

“Two of the three donors are good, so we’ll have to pick one,” he explained.

I sighed in relief.

“No, I’ll make arrangements for both to fly here, just in case,” I said.

“Okay, sir, but they both requested part payment,” he added.

That wasn’t a problem. I sent the payment and ended the call. Evelyn, who was sitting close by, looked confused. I explained everything to her, and her eyes lit up with gratitude.

“Thank you so much,” she said, her voice full of emotion.

“ You shouldn't thank me, your world is equally mine and I'll do anything I can, to make it perfect.” I said to her assuringly.

We hurried to the hospital but stopped to get food along the way. Once there, we shared the good news with the caregiver, who was equally happy.

The doctor soon arrived and called me outside to explain that the donors were on their way and the surgery would commence as soon as they arrived.

Hours later the donors arrived, the doctor took them to his office and they had sometime together, while we waited eagerly.

The nurses going in and out of the doctors office raising my anxiety.