All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE IS MARRIED TO A SASSY LADY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ximena/Angela’s POVNevaeh sat down beside me in the hospital chair after receiving a call. Tristan had been successfully put to sleep.“This is the hardest and most confusing time of my life,” Nevaeh said wearily. I could feel the burden she carried. “I just got a call from Attorney Kane. My dad’s first trial is tomorrow, but there’s no strong evidence to defend him. The only option is to challenge any evidence presented by the witness or the police. Right now, I’m starting to think my dad will be jailed for a long time,” she sighed heavily.“Do you think he did it?” I asked softly. Hudson is part of my life too, but I had too many burdens of my own to worry about him right now. If he is innocent, he will be vindicated. That was all I could think for now.“Does it even matter what I think? Who would listen to me in court? I was only ten years old when it happened. They will just say my memory isn’t reliable or that I have forgotten important details. I’m just so tired,” she said, her

Ximena/Angela’s POVOn my way, I received a call from Nevaeh. “How is Raven feeling?” she asked, concerned.“She’s getting better. I just left the cathedral. How is Tristan?” I asked in return.“He is sleeping peacefully. Mister Kane called me. He said the case has been adjourned, but we need strong evidence to counter what the police have,” she explained, sounding a bit excited about the delay in the case.“That’s great. I’m glad we have more time to gather evidence. Can you visit him tomorrow?” I asked, excitement building inside me. A part of me believed he would be vindicated.“I will try again tomorrow. Will you come with me?” she asked. “Maybe they will listen to you.”“I will be at the hospital tomorrow. We can go from there,” I agreed. “Take care of yourself and get plenty of rest. Don’t stay up late. Tristan will be fine,” I reassured her.“Hmm, you sound so positive. I can’t wait for all this to be over. I want

Ximena/Angela's POVAndrew helped me out of the car when we reached Aunt Sadie’s house.“Are we there?” I asked him.“Yes, ma’am.”Just then, Aunt Sadie came rushing over. “Where is the pianist, Angela?” she asked, grabbing my hand and leading me inside.“Do you expect me to find a pianist in thirty minutes?” I retorted. “It’s not like there’s an opera house nearby where I could just drag one out.”“What are we going to do now? I can’t play either,” she said, helping me sit down on the couch. She sat beside me.“Can you explain what this is all about?” I asked.“There’s a piano hidden in a safe house on the outskirts of the city. It always baffled me why Adeline would go there just to check on the piano. And the strangest part is she had guards posted at a lonely safe house. That piqued my curiosity. I tried many times to sneak in there alone to see what was in the piano, but I failed,” she explained, then pause

Ximena/Angela’s POVAunt Sadie was on about the pianist again. She said he had arrived, and I should hurry to the safe house.“I have to go out, Nevaeh. Aunt Sadie found another pianist, and she wants us to give him a try,” I told her after hanging up the call.“I will come with you. Just give me a minute to change,” she said, heading to the bathroom. She paused and looked back at me. “You should stop calling that woman ‘Aunt.’ She doesn’t deserve that much respect,” she added before going in.In about thirty minutes, we arrived at the safe house. “Is he making progress?” I asked Aunt Sadie as soon as we entered.“He is just getting started,” she replied.The pianist began playing, hitting the keys, over and over, just like the first one.“I think it’s time we grab an axe and crack this thing open. What do you think?” I suggested, feeling frustrated. “My legs are aching.”“Not as badly as mine,” Nevaeh added.

Ximena/Angela’s POVI broke down in tears, wailing. None of the women’s HLAs matched Tristan’s. What do I do? Where should I go from here? I can’t let my baby die. “God, please help me.”“What happened, ma’am?” Rita rushed over.“None of them matched, Rita. I’m losing my child,” I sobbed, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.“Don’t say that, ma’am. Nothing will happen to Tristan. I truly believe it,” she tried to comfort me, but her words couldn’t reach me.“Call any advertising agency. Tell them to find donors for me. Nothing must happen to Tristan, please.”“I will do that, but please stop crying. Remember the story you told me about Tristan’s birth? You said you had a terrible accident while pregnant with him, one that almost took your life. But nothing happened to the pregnancy. It was a miracle, ma’am. God saved Tristan back then, not to take him away now at five years old, but for him to grow into a great man. This is jus