Chapter Hundred And Seven

LEONARD’S POV:

"It's the court hearing; it's tomorrow. It had just slipped my mind," I said to her, my words unorganized.

"I'm famished," she said, ignoring the information I had just shared, as if she hadn't asked in the first place.

"Here you go," I said, serving her meal.

"Smells so good," she said, sniffing the food while closing her eyes.

We had a quick breakfast. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was the next morning.

When I woke up, Evelyn was sleeping peacefully beside me on the bed. The only unusual thing was her large baby bump, which I had grown used to.

"Good morning, baby," I whispered in her ear and kissed her before getting out of bed.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. After finishing it, I started making coffee for us. I was almost done when a familiar voice interrupted me.

"Good morning," Evelyn said with a bright smile. Even though we were indoors, she shone like the sun.

I moved toward her, kissed her cheek playfully, and then kissed her stomach.

"Good morning, my adorable darling," I said, then handed her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you," she said and sipped the coffee.

I poured myself a cup, and we sat together at the table, discussing a few topics. We decided to grab breakfast on our way to the hospital.

After finishing the coffee, we went upstairs. Evelyn took her supplements, which had been prescribed by her doctor since the second month of her pregnancy.

We showered and dressed for the hospital.

"We shouldn't be late for court either. Hurry up, lazy ass," Evelyn joked as I straightened my tie.

Once we were ready, I drove us to a restaurant, where we picked up breakfast before heading to the hospital.

After a short drive from the restaurant, we arrived at the hospital. As soon as we walked in, we saw the doctor emerging from Mr. Wyatt’s room with a grave expression. It was clear something was wrong. I gently squeezed Evelyn’s hand, hoping to comfort her.

"What's going on?" I asked the doctor.

He was silent for a moment before saying, "Let's meet in my office."

Without wasting time, Evelyn and I followed him to his office. As we sat across from him at his desk, he began speaking.

"Mr. Wyatt’s condition has become critical. If we don’t find a donor within three weeks, we might lose him," he explained.

The news caught me off guard, and I could tell Evelyn felt the same. However, she didn’t cry this time. She just held my hand tightly.

"Doctor, what else can we do?" she asked.

"I’m sorry, but the only option is to find a donor quickly," he replied.

We discussed the matter further and left with little hope. We went to Mr. Wyatt’s ward to check on him. His caregiver was seated by his side as usual, and he was connected to multiple beeping machines. Evelyn sat beside him on the bed. His chest rose and fell faintly with each shallow breath.

"I’ll be back soon," I said to Evelyn, who barely acknowledged me. I left the room, unsure of what else to do. I visited a press house and made an anonymous announcement seeking a donor, offering an enticing reward.

By the time I finished at the press, it was almost time for court. I picked Evelyn up from the hospital, and we made our way there.

Our timing was perfect; as we entered the courtroom, our case number was called. The security brought in Dana and Caleb.

We found seats, and I held Evelyn’s hand tightly. When Dana and Caleb entered, Caleb’s eyes briefly met mine before he quickly looked away. Dana appeared frail and unkempt, with a flicker of regret in her eyes—but I didn’t care.

They stood before the judge, who listed all their accusations. My lawyer presented undeniable evidence, and there wasn’t much I needed to say.

"I sentence you both to 50 years in prison," the judge declared.

Dana’s eyes widened in shock, but Caleb’s face remained expressionless. He requested to speak with us, and I agreed.

As he walked towards us, I shielded Evelyn, with my hand, pulling her into my body. 

I couldn't tell the emotions on his face, was it pain? Anger? Regret?

"Go on, Caleb," I said firmly.

He stood there, staring at us before finally speaking.

"Evelyn, he’s my uncle. Why would you do this to me?" he asked, his question catching me off guard.

What was he thinking? I looked at Evelyn, who stood short of words. Her eyes darted from one side to the other. All the time Dana stood with the security behind Caleb, with her pathetic expression.

"If that’s all you wish to say, we’ll be leaving now," Evelyn said with a grave expression and walked out.

I shot Caleb an angry look before following Evelyn.

The drive back to the hospital was silent, with no words or gestures exchanged. My mind was racing with thoughts. Suddenly, Evelyn’s phone rang. She hesitated before answering.

"Hello," she said softly.

"What?" she asked, sounding surprised.

I almost asked what had happened but held back my curiosity and waited for her to finish.

"Thank you," she said and ended the call.

I studied her face, trying to decipher what had happened, but I couldn’t.

"What’s going on?" I finally asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

"The company just won a deal with The Lindo, one of the biggest firms in the state," she said, her voice filled with disbelief.

I swallowed hard and said, "Congratulations. I’ve always believed in you, babe." I kissed her hand.

"If only my dad were here to celebrate this," she said sadly.

"He’ll be fine soon, and we’ll celebrate together. I believe that," I reassured her, hoping to lift her spirits.

“ Thank you baby, for being here for me. I love you so much.” Tears trickled down her face as she spoke. One of her hand caressing her stomach.