Andrew froze in his tracks, his mind struggling to comprehend Amelia's statement. Confusion and disbelief clouded his features. The child couldn't possibly be his. He turned back to face her, his voice laced with disdain. "You're still on this?" he sneered. "Why pin your child on me, huh? What do you want? Money?" His accusations hung heavily in the air, his distrust palpable.Liam, standing by Amelia's side, couldn't contain his own frustration. He looked at Andrew, his voice firm and resolute. "She has me. She doesn't need your money!"Amelia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. She looked directly at Andrew, her eyes reflecting a mix of pain and determination. "If I had another option, I wouldn't have reached out to you, Andrew Reynolds," she spoke, her voice steady. The weight of their shared past, the choices that had been forced upon her, bore heavily upon her shoulders. "But I never lied," she continued. "I didn't think I'd eve
Liam hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Finally, he responded, "Her baby's father is here. Andrew Reynolds."Natalie's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait... you mean Andrew Reynolds? The Reynolds Billionaire?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise. Liam nodded, his expression grave. "Yes, he's her husband," he confirmed, the weight of the situation evident in his demeanor."Are you worried that she'll go back to him?" Natalie asked, her eyes searching Liam's face for any hint of his thoughts and fears. Liam, feeling overwhelmed, looked into Natalie's eyes but couldn't find the words to respond. Instead, he slumped into the seat with a heavy sigh. He was indeed worried about the possibility of Amelia returning back to Andrew.Meanwhile, Andrew had completed the DNA test and was anxiously awaiting the results in the doctor's office. He sat there with a composed demeanor, confident that the child couldn't possibly be his since he believed himself to be infertile. He
Sensing the need for privacy, Andrew addressed Doctor Phil with urgency in his voice, "Excuse us, Doctor." His words carried a tone of command, reflecting his desire for a one-on-one conversation with Amelia.Amelia let out a bitter chuckle, her eyes welling up with tears. "Excuse us? Us?" she replied with a mixture of sadness and anger. "There is no 'us,' Andrew. I'm sure you know by now that I never lied."Andrew's frustration boiled over, and he raised his voice, directing his anger at Doctor Phil. "I said, excuse us!" he exclaimed, demanding the doctor's departure from the room.Doctor Phil, respecting Andrew's request, apologized and left the room, closing the door behind him.Amelia's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Andrew, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and anger. "I don't want to speak with you, Andrew Reynolds," she declared, her words laced with hurt.Andrew, feeling the weight of his actions, pleaded with sincerity in his voice. "But I want to speak with
As Andrew approached his car, his trusted driver and confidant, Tony, stepped out and met him. Concern etched across his face, Tony asked, "Are you alright, boss? What was the emergency?" Andrew glanced up at Tony, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Tony's confusion grew, and he pressed further, "Are you okay, boss?"Andrew's smile widened as he replied, "More than ever." With a newfound sense of purpose and clarity, he strode towards his car, and Tony followed closely behind. Tony started the car and asked, "Where are we going now, boss?" Andrew's response came without hesitation, "Take me home, Tony."Tony nodded, ready to fulfill his boss's request. Just as he was about to drive away, a familiar figure hurriedly approached them. It was Doctor Phil, clutching a white envelope in his hands. He called out, "Mr. Reynolds! Mr. Reynolds!"Andrew quickly signaled Tony to stop the car and roll down the window. Tony followed his instructions, and Doctor Phil approached them
Nanny Grace's grip on Andrew's shoulder tightened, her voice filled with empathy and concern. "Oh, Andrew, I can't imagine how you've felt all this while, thinking you were impotent," she murmured, her eyes reflecting the depth of her understanding. "Catherine's actions are beyond comprehension, depriving you of the right to be a father."Andrew's jaw clenched, frustration etched on his face. "I don't know why she would do this to me," he admitted, his voice laced with a mix of anger and confusion. "But one thing is clear: I won't let her deceit destroy my chance at being a father."Nanny Grace took a deep breath, contemplating the situation at hand. "So, what do you want to do now?" she asked, her voice gentle but filled with curiosity.Andrew's eyes gleamed with determination as he met Nanny Grace's gaze. "I'm getting my daughter back," he declared, his voice resolute. "It's time to right the wrongs, to claim the responsibility I never had the chance to embrace."Nanny Grace's bro
The door swung open, revealing a sight that took her breath away. The room was adorned with pink ribbons and balloons, creating an atmosphere of pure joy and celebration. Written decorations proclaimed, "I love you, Mummy," in colorful letters. Overwhelmed with emotions, Amelia couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down her cheeks.In the midst of her awe, Doctor Phil stepped forward, a warm smile gracing his face. He approached the crib, carefully lifting the tiny bundle in his arms. Amelia's heart skipped a beat as he handed her the baby she had longed to hold for so long."The blood transfusion was successful," Doctor Phil revealed, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Your baby is healthy and strong."Amelia's tears flowed freely as she cradled her daughter against her chest, feeling an indescribable surge of love.She stammered, her words a whisper choked with emotion, "My... my baby." Kissing the soft forehead of her precious child, Amelia whispered, "I love you more than
The nurses exchanged glances before one of them finally spoke up. "Amelia? Oh... she's with her husband in the baby's ward," they informed him, unaware of the tension brewing.Rage coursed through Liam's veins as his heart sank. He quickly left the reception, his footsteps echoing through the corridors, directed straight towards the baby's ward. Andrew's voice wavered with remorse as he continued to speak, his words filled with regret and sadness. "I didn't plan on falling in love with you, Amelia," he confessed, his voice laced with vulnerability. "But you made me fall in love with you, even without me knowing. I treated you badly, I hit you..."Amelia stood there, tears streaming down her face, her heart heavy with the pain of the past. She struggled to find her voice amidst the overwhelming emotions. Before Andrew could continue, she interrupted him, her voice choked with anguish. "Don't say any more words, Andrew," she pleaded, her voice trembling with hurt.Andrew paused, his
Andrew yearned to feel the warmth of his daughter in his arms, to reconnect with the bond he had unknowingly severed.Amelia, her eyes filled with tears that she could no longer hold back, tried to look away, attempting to shield herself from the pain. Liam, standing beside Amelia, watched the scene unfold, his own heart torn between love and acceptance. He understood that Amelia did not love him as deeply as she loved Andrew, yet he couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of denial. Love, undeniable and true, hung in the air between Amelia and Andrew, impossible to ignore.Tears cascaded down Amelia's cheeks. "No," she replied, her voice trembling but resolute. "You're not holding her."Andrew took a deep breath, the weight of Amelia's words crashing down upon him. He locked eyes with Amelia, then slowly walked away.Liam gently held Amelia by the arm, providing a comforting presence as they watched Andrew walk away from the hospital room. Tears streamed down Amelia's face, a mixtu