Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

ANASTASIA

The moment the doctor stepped in, his gaze immediately rounded up on the seat that Aiden had been occupying.

"Where's he?"

"He left," then I added, "there was an emergency."

He nodded and we continued the session.

After my session, I made my way to Amie's room. As I headed there, I retrieved my phone from my bag and tried to reach Dennis again but his calls just kept going to voicemail.

When I stepped in, Amie smiled but she glanced behind me, her gaze lingering on the door. I knew she expected Aiden to step through the door like earlier.

But when the door remained close, she seemed to have a sigh of relief and her smile widened.

And my heart dropped. I briefly wondered if she would accept Aiden as her father. But I wouldn't know if I don't tell her, right? I just wasn't ready.

She respects him as she has been taught to respect everyone but I didn't think she fancied his presence.

I could see the question in her eyes whenever she glanced at Aiden or whenever he spoke but she had said nothing.

I knew she wanted to come to a conclusion before she asks me. But would I ever be ready? Would I ever be ready to answer her questions and tell her the truth when I'd told her that she didn't have a father?

Sometimes, remembering how I had denied Amie the protection and love of a father growing up and denied Aiden the opportunity to know his daughter made me feel like a witch.

But I didn't want to dwell on it. I never want to dwell on it. It was now in the past and I regret my actions.

"How's my sis?" Amie's gaze dragged me out of the guilt I was starting to sink into again, her gaze went from my stomach to my face.

I smiled and reflexively rubber dmy stomach. "She's fine. She sent her regards."

"I hope you told her I can't wait to see her."

"I did. You can tell her now again if you want."

She leaned forward. "I am yet to meet you and I already miss you, little one. When you come, we'd do so much painting together. I'll make your hair and feed your food to you. You can even sleep with me in my room and on my bed. We'd cuddle and watch so many cartoon shows together." Then she added in a baby voice, "I can't wait to see you, little sis."

I laughed heartily. "What if it turns out to be a boy."

She shrugged as she reclined back in bed. "It doesn't matter. I'll still love him and do stuff with him. I'll teach him how to fight bullies."

I shook my head, laughing. "Oh Amie. The baby is so lucky to have you as an older sister."

She tilted her head proudly. "Yes."

Then she began to tell me about her morning. The laughs she had when one of the nurses told her jokes, the food she ate and

"I spoke with daddy, earlier too," she told me with a smile.

"You did?"

She bobbed her head, grinning. "He calls me every morning. His call came in just after you left. I showed him my recent paintings and he said they were beautiful and that I was creative." "That's sweet," I told her as I glanced down at my phone in my hand.

Atleast he's fine. I was relieved but that hollow feeling that only his presence and soothing voice could fill remained. A quite sigh escape me. I just wish we could clear things up.

In the midnoon, Amie fell asleep so I left for home. On my way out of the hospital, I tried Dennis' line again but there was still no response from him.

With a heavy heart, I stopped a taxi, gave him the address to my location.

Is he still mad at me? I thought as I looked outside the window. Maybe I shouldn't have told him. But then he would have still found out. I sighed It might have caused a rift between us-one I would ensure we

settle-but I didn't regret tell yel

him.

If he had heard it from someone

else, it would have angered him and then his anger would be fully justified.

But in all honesty, I had hoped to see a look of relief in his eyes after I tell him about the hospital bills that had been cleared. I had not expected that he would glare up like he did. Well, he was a man afterall. He had his male ego like every man.

The person that attended to me at the finance department when I went to make enquiry as to who paid even said he paid in advance. Thank goodness, I hadn't mentioned that too.

When we finally get to talk, I'd tell him about that and if it didn't sit well with him, I'd call Aiden to withdraw it.

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He thought he had the right to just do as he wished? Maybe he does but he should respect that Dennis is also Amie's father and consult him whenever he wanted to do something that involved her or me. Like the way he'd just showed up at the house this morning. If Dennis had been around, even if he doesn't show it, I was he wouldn't take it

well.

I had wanted to question him about the payment but I just decided against it. I had enough on my plate, I wasn't ready to get into another argument. Maybe after Dennis calms down, he can talk to him about it. ""We're here."

I looked outside and saw that we were in front of the house.

I sighed. I didn't even want to go in there. I didn't want to go in and relive the good and bad days all alone.

Perhaps I should just return to the hospital. But a better idea popped in my head.

I turned to him, "I'll like to take you to take me somewhere else."

"Where?" He glanced back at me, quite surprised.

I brought out my phone then I read out the address of one of Dennis' bars to him, the one he frequented the most.