Chapter Ninety Seven

EVELYN'S POV:

He soon drifted into sleep, leaving me alone in the realm of my thoughts. I stood up from where I was and went into the living room. I switched on the television and kept my eyes glued to it, my hand subconsciously rubbing my stomach. I smiled as I realized what I was doing.

"I love you so much already. I can't wait to see you, sweetheart," I said to the baby inside me.

My thoughts then shifted to Ryan and River. Even though I had been less occupied without them, I couldn’t deny that I missed them—their innocent voices and cries. I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was far too late to call, but I longed to hear their voices. Somehow, they felt like a soothing balm to me, it was supring how I grew so fond of them, in such short while.

I put the phone back down and tried to focus on the TV. It was a long night, but I eventually fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning, I woke up to sunlight slightly penetrating the room. I hurriedly got off the couch and went upstairs to check on my dad. He was still sleeping when I peeked into his room. Gently closing the door, I went back downstairs, this time heading to the kitchen.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. A pang of fear shot through me—I wasn’t expecting anyone, and neither was Dad. The knock came again, louder this time.

Hesitantly, I walked to the door and opened it slightly.

"Good morning, ma’am," the caregiver greeted sweetly.

Oh my goodness, how did I forget she was supposed to come today?

"Good morning," I stammered, recovering from the fear I had felt earlier.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I’m fine," I replied, stepping aside to let her in.

"Is Mr. Wyatt awake yet?" she asked as she entered.

"Not yet," I answered.

"Okay, I’ll start some preparations before he gets up," she said and headed straight to the kitchen to prepare his special meal.

I made myself some coffee and, after drinking it, went to get ready for work. In my room, I quickly showered and slipped into something comfortable. Before leaving, I checked on Dad again.

"Good morning, Dad," I greeted him as I entered the living room. He was sitting there with the caregiver, deeply engrossed in a conversation. I was relieved to see he wasn’t lonely, though it hurt to leave him for work. But I had to work hard to preserve the company’s legacy.

I left the house and drove to the company. Along the way and in the elevator, I was greeted by staff who seemed prepared for the day. Stepping out of the elevator, my secretary greeted me warmly.

"Good morning, ma’am."

"Have you initiated the documents?" I asked, almost skipping the pleasantries.

"I’m almost done, ma’am," she replied.

"Alright. I’ll need them before noon," I said as I made my way to my desk.

Pulling out my PC, I dove into work. Leonard hadn’t called since yesterday, which made me wonder. I decided to call him, but my phone frustratingly had no network. I sighed and focused back on work.

A knock interrupted me, and my secretary walked in, carrying some files.

"These are the lists of companies awaiting your approval. I thought you’d want to review and select," she explained.

"But I’ve also compiled a shorter list of the most competent ones to ease your workload."

"Thank you so much," I said as she turned to leave.

"Wait," I called out. "What about the documents from the last meeting?"

"I’m still proofreading them. There seems to be some misinformation. I’ll bring them as soon as I’m done," she assured me before leaving.

I resumed working until my stomach began to rumble. I didn’t want to stop, but considering my condition, I reluctantly called my secretary to get me lunch. After making my choices, she left.

I stood by the window, gazing at the beautiful city below. The view brought a sense of calm.

When the network on my phone was finally restored, I quickly called my dad. He answered just as the call was about to end.

"Hey, Dad, how are you doing?"

"I’m okay. The caregiver is doing her job," he responded.

"Great. I just wanted to check on you," I said, giving him a brief update on my work. He wished me well, and we ended the call.

Just as I was about to dial Leonard’s number, my secretary came in with my lunch. I set my phone aside and took the food.

"Thank you," I mumbled, embarrassed as my stomach rumbled loudly. She smiled politely and left, sparing me from further awkwardness.

The meal was perfect—exactly what I had been craving. I finished every bite but controlled myself from overeating.

Afterward, I returned to work, finishing around 5 p.m. Most of the staff had already left, but my secretary insisted on staying until I was done, despite my protests.

I dropped her off at her house before heading home. Exhausted, I checked on my dad one last time, before heading to my place.

Thankfully, the caregiver agreed to stay overnight since I was too tired to stay up with him.

At my place, I took a quick shower and went downstairs. I picked up my phone and dialed Leonard’s number again, but he didn’t pick up.

Worried, I decided to try again, several times and he still didn't pick up.

My anxiety grew worse.

I wondered what had kept him from talking to me since yesterday.

And why he isn't taking my calls.

Then my phone started ringing, it was him. I quickly picked it up.

“ Hey, what's going on?” I asked my voice cracking.

“ Work have been so hectic.” his voice came, quickly sending a pain through my heart.

“ Too busy for me?” I asked as I shot glares at the phone

“ And your child?” I included.

And hugged up immediately.