Chapter Hundred And Three

LEONARD’S POV:

“I figured you haven’t had time to eat,” she said, noticing the amusement on my face.

As I ate, we had a little conversation, and then she asked, “How do you intend to break the news to Evelyn?”

I slightly choked on the food and let out a faint cough. I was frozen for a moment. It was still a question that lingered in my mind, unanswered.

“I don't know. I’ve thought about it several times, but I can’t seem to find a good way to say it to her,” I explained.

My mom placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Just take it easy on yourself.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I replied and continued eating my meal.

Then my phone rang suddenly. I quickly picked it up without even checking the caller.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the voice on the other end said respectfully.

“The project has been approved. I just received an email—have you seen it yet?” he asked.

I’d been so busy I hadn’t even thought about work. I had almost forgotten I was waiting for an approval.

This was good news. It was a multi-million-dollar deal, and anyone else would have thrown a big celebration. But I had little to no happiness within me—my heart and mind were too occupied.

“I’ll check it and get back to you soon. Get the men ready,” I said and ended the call.

“What was that?” my mom asked curiously. I think my energy was contagious because, even when I told her the news, she congratulated me lightly.

In the middle of our conversation, the doctor approached me.

“Mr. Henderson, good afternoon,” he said and extended his hand for a handshake, which I responded to hesitantly.

“The search is still in process, but we’re running out of time. He needs to be urgently placed on dialysis to sustain him until we find a donor,” he explained. The situation seemed to be getting serious.

My mind instantly drifted to Evelyn. Was she okay? Was she at peace wherever she was? How would she handle this situation?

“Sir!” the doctor’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Doctor, do whatever you can to keep him alive. I’ll increase the price for the donor,” I said urgently.

We had a further discussion before he left. My mind became divided, and my fear for Evelyn increased.

My phone beeped—it was my assistant, texting to confirm if I’d seen the project approval.

I felt like I was losing my mind. I knew I had to stay calm, but it was difficult. My mom tried to soothe me, but it didn’t work.

“Leonard, take a breath. Take a deep breath,” she said. Finally, I steadied myself, and a bit of relief washed over me.

Almost immediately, the caregiver showed up again, now in a different outfit. She wore a bold smile and walked confidently toward us.

After greeting me, I introduced her to my mom. My mom asked her a few questions before she finally sat down.

Since she was now around, I decided to attend to some work.

I said goodbye to my mom, who insisted she would stay, and left.

As I drove back to my mansion to prepare for work, I couldn’t help but reminisce about everything that had been happening. It had been rough, but my company had been emerging gracefully and rapidly.

When I pulled into the driveway, my security rushed to open my car door. I stepped out and was greeted by the guards and workers. I acknowledged them briefly and walked into the house.

It didn’t take long for me to get ready, and I stepped out again. This time, one of the drivers took me to my office.

As soon as I arrived, I took the elevator upstairs and got straight to work. But I wasn’t focused. Thoughts of Evelyn consumed me—everything reminded me of her.

I realized I missed her so much, but it wasn’t just that. I felt like she needed me at that moment.

The strong feeling of her absence overwhelmed me. I tried to suppress it, but it was difficult. I stood abruptly and left my office.

I didn’t know exactly what I was doing until moments later, I found myself directing my driver to take me to the venue where Evelyn had gone for her meeting.

Crazy as it felt, I couldn’t wait to see her.

“Move the damn car,” I groaned at my driver, feeling like the car was moving too slowly.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the destination. A flicker of peace began to grow within me, knowing I was now close to Evelyn. After asking a few questions, we were directed to the hall where the meeting was taking place.

As I got closer, a commotion began to stir—it was the press. They wanted to take pictures or possibly interview me, but my demeanor must have intimidated them because, just as the noise started, it died down quickly.

I stepped into the hall, not caring about the attention or scene I might create. I just wanted to see Evelyn.

I scanned the room until I saw her standing there. She was talking—probably giving a speech or presentation—but I couldn’t tell. Her secretary was seated nearby.

The moment her eyes met mine, everything changed. She began to stutter, but I could see the joy radiating from her.

Before things became too awkward, the chairman stood up and formally welcomed me.

“It’s an honor to have you here, Mr. Henderson Leonard,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

I walked toward him and took it. “Thank you. And sorry for the interruption,” I said. I excused myself and let them finish their meeting. I waited outside for Evelyn.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard her voice.

“Babe! What are you doing here?” Evelyn asked, sounding both surprised and relieved.

I turned to her without even saying a word, I took her in my arms, and hugged her tightly. “ I can't breathe.” She whispered into my ears. And I immediately released my firm grip on her.