Geneveive Tessa Robert
I rubbed my temple as it throbbed. Hope was driving me crazy with her cries. I didn’t know what was wrong with her. Mom wasn’t here to help out. She had travelled to Arizona for a meeting and had left me in the hands of the nanny. A Mexican woman with an amazing British accent. I checked her temperature again. She was okay, so why was she crying? ‘Probably, she’s growing a new tooth. You know, she just clocked four days ago,’ the nanny said, placing a bowl of mashed potatoes on the table. I nodded. That could be it. She was probably growing a new tooth and couldn’t endure it. But she was four years old! A four-year-old didn’t cry because of a new tooth. I rubbed my temple again and sent an emergency text to mom. I was out of options on what to do with my daughter. Nicholas was quiet, watching his sister. He merely stared and then returned his food. He didn’t understand what was going on. ‘I don't know if it’s a new tooth. She was perfectly fine this morning, and now? I can’t even recognise my daughter. She keeps crying like she’s in pain, but I can’t help her.’ I replied, holding my tears. I almost cried. The nanny, Mae Estella, took my hands and said, ‘I don’t think it’s something serious, ma'am, but I suggest we take her to the children’s hospital since what we have tried hasn’t stopped her tears.’ I glanced at my phone. Mom had replied. She said it could be a reaction or her tooth, but I should take her to the hospital to be on the safer side. I stared at her again. I didn’t want to think about what the doctor would say, so I blocked that thought from my mind. I was stronger than this. I rushed into my room and picked up the car keys and my bag. Mae Estella was ready. Nicholas was lost in his world. He had become addicted to the Superman toy that James gifted him. He slept with it, woke up with it, and would have been bathing with it if I hadn’t stopped him. I was going to deal with the tool issue because it was making him withdraw. I didn’t want that kind of lifestyle for my son. I picked Hope up from the chair. She had stopped crying, but surprisingly, the temperature that wasn't rising was rising. Her body was extremely hot. I placed the thermometer in her mouth, but it was giving me the same thing. I checked it again, and that was when I noticed that it was broken. Gosh! My daughter was sick, and I didn’t know because she was broken! I groaned, showing the thermometer to Mae Estella. ‘Hope isn’t feeling well. I feel that’s what she has been trying to tell us. Her refusal to eat and vomiting make sense. I am really a bad mother!’ I sighed, stepping out of the car. Mae Estella smiled. You aren’t a bad mother, ma’am. You are making an effort to take her to the hospital, and that’s fine with me.’ ‘Mummy, my head hurts,’ Hope said, crying again. ‘Mummy, my head hurts,’ I paced with her for a minute before she stopped crying. ‘It’s okay, darling. We are going to the hospital now.’ I helped Mae Estella put Nicholas in the children's seat and gave her hope. I cast one last glance at my daughter before I jumped into the car and drove off. Luckily, there was little traffic on the road, so we arrived at the hospital earlier than what I had calculated. We quickly got out of the car, and I rushed into the hospital emergency room. Hope was burning like fire and crying hysterically. The nurses took her from me and led me to wait in the reception. I couldn’t sit, but Mae Estella took charge of the situation and explained what happened to Hope. She also called James, and my dad then attended to Nicholas, who was crying. She gave him a box of cookies and led him to the children’s playroom. 'You've got to calm down. Tessa. I'm sure it’s nothing serious. Stop pacing, or you will make me nervous, dear.’ Dad cautioned, standing up. ‘You haven’t touched the food that Estella bought for you, and she said you haven't eaten all day. Do you want to hurt yourself?’I sniffed, falling into my father’s hands. ‘They have been there for close to forty minutes! I can’t eat while my daughter is going through something painful! You should have seen how she was crying, Dad. She was in so much pain.’
He rubbed my back, consoling me: ‘You need to stop worrying. I am sure the doctors are trying to give her the best treatment and ensure she’s okay. So, please, you need to stop worrying. It’s not doing you any good at the moment.’‘Okay, daddy. I will stop, but I won’t eat anything until I know how she’s doing.’
He sighed, ‘What about Nicholas? Where is he?’ ‘I told Vera to take him home. He slept off here, and I don’t want him sleeping in an unfamiliar environment. You know how he is, and once he starts his shrieks, the hospital will be forced to throw us out.’ I chuckled a bit, sniffing. ‘My grandson knows his environment, and that tells you how smart he is. He’s just like his grandfather. Smart, witty, and kind.’ Dad flashed his teeth, winking at me. ‘Of course, sir. You never get tired of this, do you? Anyway, thank you for cheering me up a bit. I feel so much better,’ I replied, focusing on the emergency room. The door creaked, then opened, and the doctor in charge of Hope walked towards us. I breathed. Held Dad tightly. Breathed again. My head was blank. ‘Your daughter is responding to treatment, ma’am. She has a serious sore throat, and that explains why she hasn’t been eating. We gave her an injection for the sore throat and her temperature. She’s stable now, but asleep. You can take her home once she wakes up. I will also recommend some tablets for her. Ensure she takes them according to the prescribed hour.’ I nodded, taking everything as if my life depended on it. I also swore inwardly for causing worry for my family. A sore throat? I thought she had an infection or some kind of heart disease. The doctor had a few talks with my dad and left. ‘I told you it was nothing serious, but you wouldn’t listen. I hope you feel better now. I nodded. I was too tired to respond.Kyle KingThe hospital reminded me of the times I brought Tessa for tests and consultations with the doctor. Now, I was here because of something that troubled me. The letter that Ava brought. There was something wrong with it, and I knew why. I had a low sperm count issue, although I started private treatment after the first consultation with an old general practitioner. I had threatened him not to reveal anything, Tessa. So, all the years we visited the hospital, I collected the results and kept them from her eyes. Tessa believed every word from me, and sometimes I tweaked it to fit her questions. Now, Ava was playing a similar game. I knew she didn’t run any tests. A confirmation from Doc. Brown told me all I wanted to know. I scheduled an appointment to run another test and discuss it with him. The nurse on the seat was a new face. She looked like a high school leaver, but I could tell she wasn’t from the way she talked. She mumbled some words when I informed her about the appoi
Kyle King‘Alright, the results are out, Kyle. I think you should put a smile on your face. Your sperm count has increased over the years. I am not surprised. You kept to the treatments and were consistent with your appointments, even though you stopped after a while.’I exhaled, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. Indeed, that was what just happened. I had held the guilt all these years that I was the reason why Tessa couldn’t give birth, and finally, I felt guiltless. I had recovered along the line. But when?I asked. ‘When did I fully improve, or should I say recover?’He looked at the results and said, ‘You recovered four years ago, but it wasn’t as great as now. Why do you ask?’I shrugged. I didn’t want to bring up Tessa’s name since I noticed he didn’t talk about her.’‘I am just curious, that’s all. Thank you, doctor. You just helped me solve a big m
Geneveive Tessa RobertThe driver stopped at the twins nursery school. They were late today, all thanks to Hope and her refusal to eat. Ever since she recovered, it's been difficult to make her eat anything. The doctor advised me to change her diet plan and include her favourite meals and more fruits. She changed immediately, but in a way I didn’t like. She ate more fruits than her meals, so I had to employ a trick Estella taught me to make her eat her favourite meals.She improved until last week, when she resumed her food strike. How can a four-year-old be a picky eater? I didn’t understand.Estella advised that I shouldn’t force her to eat, but today I was so frustrated that I threatened to take all her toys if she didn’t eat her mashed potatoes and vegetable salads. She cried, played with food, and finally ate it slowly when she noticed I wasn’t playing. We began another battle with her lunch box because she kept playing
Geneveive Tessa RobertHoplas Designs has gotten a lot of customers since we opened four years ago. The profits have been good, and the losses have been fair. I spoke to Dad about opening another branch in Edinburgh, which is currently the best place for rising businesses. He suggested I speak to his friend, an estate manager who is well known for getting the best properties in the city. ‘When is Mr. Luke coming?’ I asked, checking my schedule with the kids. Vera was going to be with them this evening while I rested. I have been working hard for two months now without a break. Estella has been helpful, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her with a lot of activities.I didn’t have any PTA meetings to attend, so I guess I could squeeze time for Mr. Luke.‘He will be here by four o’clock, ma. That’s all the tasks for today,’ she replied, closing her notebook. Halsey was also a hater of modern technology. She will rather write her to-do list in a notebook than use the iPad I purchased for
Genevieve Tessa RobertI cleared my throat, breaking his stupid gaze from my body. The man was a skunk! ‘Here are the videos, sir. Please check them carefully like you did with my body and tell me the ones you like, alright?’ I said, giving him the iPad. I hope he got my sarcasm.He chuckled. ‘You shouldn’t blame a man, dear. You are gold, Genevieve.’I said nothing. He was a stubborn man, and if I replied, it would give him room to start his rubbish again.When he noticed I was quiet, he sighed and focused on the iPad. The videos were a lot, but he scrolled through them, watching, skipping some after a second of watching, and he finally agreed on a waterfall wallpaper design. I discussed the process and promised to send a demo by tomorrow morning so that he could get a feel for what it looks like. He agreed. We spent another day trying to find the best wallpaper for his home, and he finally chose two that gave off the feeling of winter and landscape. ‘These are nice choices, Mr. M
Genevieve Tessa Robert‘Mum, you should have consulted me before agreeing to the deal. You know, I can’t return to that country. I can’t. I will send my staff, but I can’t go there.’She laughed. ‘You think you will come across that loser called Kyle? You won’t. He’s in New York, and you are going to be in California. I already promised Mayor Kim Jun that you would personally be in charge. Please, you have to go, and don’t worry; Estella and James will come with you so that they can help with the twins.’‘But, mum. I have the McPhee project and other client jobs to oversee and approve. I can’t just put them on hold because of the mayor. Can't he get other good interior designers in his country?’ I asked stubbornly. I knew mom wouldn’t change her mind, though. One thing she hated was going back on her words.‘I will take care of the projects. Besides, Vera is available now. She can come in to take charge. Isn’t that why you gave her a place at Hoplas Designs? To take charge when you ar
Kyle KingLife with Ava had turned from sweet to sour. We were barely speaking with each other since I was confronted about the fake results. She blamed it on my pressure, but I didn’t listen. I took the law into my own hands and drove her to the hospital, where they ran tests on her. She was fertile, but due to an abortion that went wrong in her early life, the doctor advised her not to get pregnant. I didn’t know how I drove home that day, but we arrived home, and I moved my things to one of the bedrooms. Away from Ava. She apologised, but the damage was already done.She lied to me, my mom, and her parents. How did she keep that part of her life a secret when she knew what was at stake? First, Tessa, and now, Ava? Was fate playing a sick game with me?I took another gulp of the Bailey Xavier I had purchased a few minutes ago. The craziest thing was that I couldn’t bring myself to divorce her. The tech company was about to sign a major deal with a morally upright client, Mr. Charle
Genevieve Tessa Robert‘Don’t do that, Nicholas. You don’t play with your food, young man, but eat it,’ I cautioned him. ‘Don’t let me catch you doing that again!’Nicholas’s face said, ‘I am sorry, mom, but there’s so much salt in the spaghetti.’I sighed, taking a fork to taste it. There was nothing wrong with the spaghetti, but I knew already. He wanted something else, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.‘The salt is okay, son. You can’t waste the food because mom works hard every day to see you eat and not starve. So, eat everything.’ I ordered, focusing on hope.‘Darling, do you want more?’ I asked, amazed at her empty plate.She giggled, ‘No, mommy. Can I go and play with my dolls? They're already missing me, especially Miss Peas.’I smiled. Hope is giving her dolls weird names. ‘You can go. I