Rowan’s family’s private doctor arrived at the house in a few minutes, coming with a few medical kits to test Emma, as Rowan had called in a frantic emergency. Rowan paced up and down, waiting till the elevator opened to reveal his family doctor, who had come on such short notice. “Doctor Francis,” he called as he marched to him in haste. He led him to Emma’s room, where she lay on the bed, unconscious and sick.Even though he was calm now, Rowan’s mind still cringed from the memory of him talking to her a few minutes ago, and the next thing she was unconscious, “Tell me, what’s the wrong doctor?” He asked quietly. “She had been under a lot of stress without sleep or proper nutrition. I would like to see her get well rested, but do not worry; the baby isn’t affected but she does need rest.”Rowan should feel pissed about why he felt concerned for work and a child that may not be his, but he couldn’t bring himself to not care at this moment. “Thank you, doctor.” He told the man earn
ROWAN•I couldn’t help glare at the phone, still seething from the message that popped up, it feels like dark a part of my mind wanted to delete the message, and I would have never seen that shit. Now I was pissed off, and the black coffee I enjoyed tasted more bitter and tasteless than it should. It didn’t take long before I heard the Christmas room door open, and she came back to the kitchen with the tablets. “Sorry about that,” she uttered.She went to the fridge to grab for a bottle of water before she took the vitamins. Yes, my eyes may have shamelessly looked at her body more than I should have. I enjoyed three seconds of it before the message popped into my head again. She had a boyfriend all this time, damn it. It can only mean he may be in on it. And they were trying to play me.I heard the chair shift as Emma sat right down and sipped on her coffee. Her eyes traveled to her phone when she too noticed a notification on the screen. “The hell,” she whispered, a frown etched
ROWANIt was the middle of the dark clouded night when I drove to my family estate. And I was more than pissed. Seething mad was an understatement to how I felt right now . I took a glance at the document that lay on the passenger seat as I drove into the courtyard. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I rushed out of the car.I didn’t bother asking any maid that was still awake about her whereabouts because I knew where most likely she would be as I marched quickly upstairs. I barged into the private living room, not caring if I spooked my mom, and she was right there, and she had a shocked expression when she saw me. “ Rowan? What are you doing here at this hour?” She asked me softly as she dropped her wine. She was nursing. She was already dressed in her nightgown, and her hair, which was always tied in a bun, was free. Her hair ran over her back, and she looked tired. I didn't care for any pleasantries or greetings as I slammed the documents in my hands on the table directl
•Emma•The morning and aftermath of surgery were as daunting as I could imagine, but nothing could prepare me for Amy’s call that startled me when, just when I was talking to Rowan, And she told me that mom had positively reacted to the medicine, and they were moving her out of the ICU.I ran out of the house without much thought and took a cab that headed straight to Saint Brown Hospital. Finally, there was a response. My heart pounded faster with anticipation when I saw Amy waiting for me outside the hospital. “Emma, oh my God, I saw her; she moved; she was responsive!” Amy whispered with tears in her eyes as I hugged her.We both ran back into the hospital to Mom’s ward, and I saw the director checking up on her. He told us the good news now that she responded; we just have to wait and see.It was the second day that I saw her eyes open, and a flood of tears washed over me. She woke up!“Mom, thank you, mom!” I called to her in tears, even though she was out of it and unresponsive
The beeping of the heart rate machine was what clouded the quiet room, as was Emma’s attention on her mom, who was unconscious. Her mother was still on bed rest, but she was responding well.She helped her mom move and adjust the pillows from time to time, but she was responding slowly to the medicine. The beeping of the machine didn’t make Emma feel any better; it gave her a little bit of anxiety looking at her mom. She hated seeing her like this, and she was alone with her dark thoughts.Amy had gone home to get changed before she came back to the hospital, so it was just Emma.A nurse had come in and explained to her that she would have to be taken for rehabilitation, but she didn’t say how long it could be for, and that was another cost that Emma didn't account for. But she wanted her mother to be okay. Emma’s lips were pursed in a thin line as she contemplated using the school scholarship money she was awarded as a down payment for her mother’s rehabilitation.She couldn’t even
“ What?” Emma asked, taken aback by Rowans sudden request,“My mother may not have told you this, but I would accept her proposal for the rehabilitation of your mother if you agreed to do the test.”He exhaled casually, his hands tucked back in his pockets. He had a cold look on his devilishly handsome features that always held Emma’s hostage to his request. “So I just need to do a paternity test, right?"Emma called Rowan, who was surprised by her demeanor as she didn’t do much as flinch at his request. But Emma was more than sure that this child belonged to him, and if that was the only way to get his trust and get the treatment for her mother, she would gladly do it. She already signed a contract anyway, and this baby is not going anywhere.“Alright then, I will do it,” she agreed.“Since the baby is not mature yet, we will have to wait a few weeks to determine it,” he added. "But when the time comes, do not try to forfeit,” he warned Emma, but Emma’s just laid a hand on her belly
Emma’s days began to pass by slowly, a pace that she would have never imagined possible since her whole like for the past few months have been unbelievable . And now She spends her time either in school or at the office and deciding to use her evening to check up on her mom.And Mrs Layla, God bless her, kindly provided the clinic where her mom was staying with an iPad that she could call 24/7 to the clinic. There were times Emma would call just to take a look at her mom; she could see that she was awake. Emma talked to her about her school life and how she got an internship at a good company. trying her best to reassure her mom she was doing fine in New York, or more like she was trying to reassure herself, as Emma was trying to be strong for both of them.“Thank you so much, Mrs. Layla; it means a lot what you’re doing for me. I can never repay you for this.”“ nonsense! It’s nothing, dear. Now tell me, How are you doing? How is school? And I hope the baby isn’t stressing you so m
•Emma•I have to say, I felt like I’m going crazy right now. I was here having an internal battle, thinking about what Rowan had done. It was a small gesture, yes, but so sweet. And now my brain was zoning in and out as I entered the office, and of course, I came in a cab while he rode in his usual car. Even though he and Mrs. Layla insisted I use his second car, I couldn’t agree to that. It already felt like too much.And who wouldn’t notice a mere intern driving a Ferrari into the company grounds? Rumours would start before I even made my way in from the parking lot.I took the elevator to my floor. I had done all the work needed of me last week, and this was a Monday, and I needed to be ready for anything. I made it to my department, where I met Jamie, a male co-worker of mine. The days I was stuck in the hospital, he helped me out, and it was just a small matter of time before I and Jamie became close.Though he had a reputation for being the department gossip king, he was a good