All Chapters of "Are You Our Daddy?" Billionaire Daddy Triplets Saga!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

GENERAL POVThe previous night was the longest night Isabella had ever had; she had woken up before her siblings the following morning, which was unusual. Her eyes were lazy, and her heart was anxious. She had spent most of her night thinking too much about the outing their dad had promised to take them on yesterday, willing the hands of time to run faster, afraid that their dad might pop out from the shadows anytime to announce a sudden change of plans.At some intervals, she would sigh impatiently and get up from the bed to stand at the center of their room and just stare vaguely at the wall clock. “Why are you so slow tonight?” she found herself whispering. She was acting this way probably because they had never gone on a family outing like this with their mom before, let alone doing it with both parents; this was the first of a kind for all of them.Before they even got to know who their dad was, it was something Isabella had always wished and daydreamed about secretly, particu

SOPHIE’S POVThe first thing I noticed straight away as soon as Elliot pulled the door to our holiday home open was the eye-catching sight of flying balloons and ribbons that now adorned our sitting room. I threw Elliot a hasty glance to see if he was also as surprised as I was, but the smile on his face had no traces of surprise; if anything, it was complacent and satisfied, almost as though it was exactly what he had been waiting to see. I tried to ask him what was going on, but he had said nothing; all he did was keep his complacent smile plastered on.I directed my vision again to the front side to give everything a more settled look. That was when I noticed that my kids and our two domestic staff had been standing centrally with lifted placards all the while, lost in a dangling mesh of balloons.“Was I the only one at a loss here?” I thought, with my nerves already tumbling over themselves, that I struggled to make sense of the whole scene playing out without success. “Today is

SOPHIE’S POV I remained rigidly seated on Elliot's guest seat as we waited in hanging suspense for Gerald to show up at any moment.  Mr. Hank's revelation had totally changed the atmosphere in the room, from just one of plain inquiry and supplication to one of bad omens and perhaps cautious distrust. The man himself has still not switched or changed his posture after making his claim; rather, he was still kneeling with his head bowed, whispering to himself as though he were making a silent prayer to God for vindication.Elliot, on the other hand, had assumed a bottled-up demeanor, expressing his anger and anxiety only by the continuous tapping of his thumb on the desk. As for me, I felt just as uneasy and worried. I kept folding and refolding my arms, staring from Elliot to Mr. Hanks in worry and subdued trepidation, wondering who could be playing such games at this time and hoping that the

SOPHIE’S POV"What!?" I let out another distressed shriek, gawking into space in a disoriented manner."which..which hospital." I stammered, blinking excessively."St. Louis is a little far away from the house; I'll send you a cab now. Wait, where are you?""Brookfield," I whispered with my eyes closed, inwardly wondering what was really going on."The mall?" She asked further."Yeah, the mall," I affirmed sloppily. I opened up my eyes again, which were now probably going red."I'll send you a cab. Please be here soon," Olivia said, and she hung up at once.I got off the phone looking so flustered and unaware that I didn't realize the moment Amelia rushed up to me after my shriek."What happened, Sophie? Anything matter? That was pretty loud."I waited for some time and inhaled deeply."It's my dad; I just got a call that he was attacked," I said finally, turning to face her. She stepped back for a second, bobbing her head sideways. It was her turn to scream."No way! Attacked? By who

SOPHIE'S POVI came out of the police station looking even more confused than when I left the hospital.Instead of just settling on one line of thought in my mind, what was happening now was the bobbling of multiple conflicting thoughts.I hugged myself as Iwalked dejectedly toward the car park. I found myself second-guessing my decision to go and make a report.What am I even doing? Shouldn't I have waited a little while?But then again, why should I bother waiting when they didn't wait for me to incriminate them before going after my dad, even to the extent of trying one or two tricks around my kids?Maybe telling the police was the best option. I tightened my lips and nodded stubbornly, trying to convince myself that it was indeed the best option. "But what if telling the police also meant that I was giving them the go-ahead to go hard on those I loved? What if I was just endangering my kids and everyone else with this move? Would I ever be able to forgive myself?”These conflicti