All Chapters of The Tycoon's Lost Child: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nicholas sat in his office looking at the file in front of him. he'd been staring at the contents of the file for half an hour and still, it did not make it easier with each passing moment. the results from Grace's blood work were back and he was more confused about his cause of action than he was a week ago. in front of him, he was staring at the paternity test results of Grace's unborn child. their unborn child. he took in a long breath to calm himself.underneath the medical file was another file he wanted to look at, which was thicker than the first. since Grace sneaked out from his home a week ago, he had hired a private investigator to track her down and stationed his private security team outside her block to keep an eye on her. the idea that Grace was out there with what was then his potential child gave him sleepless nights. the last time they spoke she didn't look happy and he didn't know what her next move was. Andhe knew he was in no position to talk to her face-to-fac

James sat transfixed on the table, with the letter in front of him. The sound of water spinning over the stove shook him to reality. he got up and removed the hot kettle. He looked at the water spilled over the stove and sighed, then carried the prepared tray of tea to the dining table. the woman sitting at the table was drumming her nails on the table for the pure enjoyment of the sound they made. she raised her head the minute James walked in."Your tea Maam," he said as he put the tray down. her lips curled into a half smile and she noticed the white envelope next to the cups. her eyes twinkled with wonder at what surprise awaited her. despite her scheming, she wanted the relationship between her and Nickolas to work.James had retreated to the kitchen when he heard the breaking of China on the wall. he rushed out and found Amelia in a fitting rage. the tray he put on the table not long ago, what remained of it, was on the floor in pieces." That bastard!" she was livid. James k

When Grace came back in the evening from her outing with Neill, Rose was already gone, the house looked like a home again. She had done a fabulous job with it. She unpacked Neill's bag, it had been a great day outdoors but now they both needed a bath. she was feeling sticky from the heat and Neill was being fussy, which was associated with a need for a nap, which made him also irritable. After she was done putting Neill down for the night, grace sneaked into the guest bedroom, where her mini studio was set up. she had yearned for this time all day to be alone.And after years of planning. tonight she did not want to plan what she was going to paint, and she didn't want to know what the end product was, but she merely took a brush, and paint and started working on a clean canvas. She worked until her hands went numb. she labored on that canvas for six hours straight. for her, this was more than just painting. she bared her soul on that canvas. it was close to midnight by the time she

Long after Nickolas left her house, Grace went over the conversation they had. after a shaky start, things had gone easier than she could ever imagine. Yes, things were not yet smooth between them. but they were on the same page about one thing: they both wanted what was best for Neill.the conversation had not been just a conversation with words. talking to him had liberated her. they had gotten through the past with honesty and transparency. It was funny how things always turned out different from how she imagined them. in her mind she saw daggers flying mid-air when she thought of how things would go when the day came to meet Nicko again.There were no daggers.And Grace enjoyed the afternoon she spent with him, and when Nicko held up Neill for the first time, the image was overwhelming. Now the sun was setting and the sky already turning into a beautiful golden orange. for some reason, she felt good about herself, as she strolled through the French doors and sat on the steps of

After a week at the Meyer, Mansion Grace was getting used to the lifestyle the Mansion had to offer. not once since her arrival did she hear about Amelia. she often wondered how Nickolas had handled that situation but she didn't want to rock the boat by bringing it up. Neill seemed unfazed by the new environment, even though he had every possible care he could dream up taken care of. He was now six months old and his baby teeth were showing. he was the cutest thing ever. even though he spent most of his town in the kitchen bubbling noises at James, he had two nannies that attended to him day and night. on each turn, he was being spoilt rotten.Regardless of the servants waiting on their back and calling, Grace preferred to do things herself when it came to Neill, but help was there, and she didn't have to ask for it. it was there. she had to admit, it had its benefits. she had more time to focus on herself and had dedicated time to her hobby and relaxation. One room downstairs next t