Chapter 144: ~Hellbound~
The ward boy unlocked the door cautiously, and Paul followed him quietly.
"Sir, please co out," the boy whispered, his eyes darting around. Paul nodded and stepped into the corridor.
"Good morning, honey," he greeted .
The bodyguards, all standing tall and vigilant, nodded in unison. "Yes, boss," they affird, their commitnt to their duty apparent.
Derek’s response was gentle, yet the gravity of his words carried a weight that left
silent. "Don’t be concerned, darling. I don’t want anyone to get near my child," he explained, his protective instincts evident.
He assured , "I’m all set. You, on the other hand, aren’t. We’re heading to the hospital today for your checkup."
Paul raced through the facility with the ward boy. Alarms blared, and pursuers closed in.
"Baby, we need it," Derek replied, his voice steady and resolute. But sothing in his deanor shifted, turning stern and unyielding, making
think twice about pressing further. I couldn’t help but wonder if everything was truly as fine as he claid.
"But now I’m alright," I tried to explain, a hint of resistance in my voice. My sleep-fogged mind had nearly forgotten the promise Derek had made about taking
to the hospital today.
"Don’t forget about anything. Keep an open mind. I don’t want to make any mistakes," Derek explained, a hint of concern in his voice.
’What am I going to say now?’ Obin wondered as he glanced at the clock.
Derek’s reassuring touch on my tummy brought
back to the present. "I know you’re okay," he whispered, concern etched on his face, "but the baby isn’t."
Derek’s first instinct was to rise from his bed, to answer the intrusive call. However, before he could make a move, Elena’s firm grip seized his arm.
Obin’s heart sank as he heard the psychiatrist’s words. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. The doctor’s apology only confird the grim reality.
"What are you saying?" Obin managed to ask, his voice filled with disbelief.
Anne, full of anxiety and worry, descended the steps rapidly, her footsteps echoing in the grand foyer. William trailed closely behind her, a calm expression etched on his face.
"You can get out of here," the boy said, and hope filled Paul’s heart.
Anyone? What exactly does he an? Paul is in the hospital, so he won’t be able to hear my news. If he hears of my pregnancy, he will try to take the baby. However, he is not present. Through the window, I gazed outside. It may have rained yesterday night. Everything appeared to be new and fresh. Is it so?
Derek’s response was both simple and heartfelt. "I hired them for you," he explained, his commitnt to my safety and well-being evident.
In that mont, I yearned to forget about my past. I wanted to focus on the love and support Derek had shown his unwavering commitnt to
and my child. With a smile, I traced my hand over my belly, the silent promise to protect and nurture my precious little one.
Concerned by his uncharacteristic behavior, I probed, "Are you okay, Derek?"
Outside, a powerful breeze swept through the open window. The dark, ominous clouds hinted at an impending thunderstorm, their heavy presence casting a shadow over the room. As the wind howled, the world seed to brace itself for the impending deluge.
I couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning. The mixture of emotions swirled inside , leaving
both curious and apprehensive. With a deep breath, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and got out of bed.
"Good morning," I mumbled sleepily, my curiosity piqued by his early rising. What had prompted him to wake up so early?
The next day, as the sun lazily crept over the horizon, Derek’s voice gently broke the morning silence.
Gratitude battled within
as I processed his words. Derek’s unwavering support for my child was both comforting and heartwarming.
Without hesitation, Paul and the ward boy sprinted through the facility’s sterile, white corridors, the piercing alarms echoing in their ears.
"Now, co downstairs," he said, his tone gentle yet firm, as he walked away.
"Are you hiding sothing, Derek?" I ventured, my voice laced with concern and curiosity.
"Follow ," the ward boy instructed. As they moved through the facility, he helped Paul when needed, guiding him through the dark passages.
"Go change your clothes, honey. I’ll tell them to bring you breakfast," Anne finally said, attempting to diffuse the tension and refocus on the imdiate concern at hand.
Suddenly, a bright light flooded the corridor. The ward boy urged Paul to move quickly.
Entering the bathroom, I splashed cool water on my face and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes, tired from a restless night’s sleep, t my own gaze. The subtle curve of my belly, a testant to the life growing within, drew my attention.
"Baby," Anne called out in a rush, her eyes fixated on the figure of Paul, who stood at the bottom of the staircase, looking sowhat disheveled.
The doctor’s response was hesitant, stuttering, as if struggling to find the right words. "We’re sorry," he finally admitted, and Obin knew that their careful plans had unraveled.
"Where have you been all night, baby?" Anne’s voice quivered with pent-up concern and frustration. "I had been awaiting your return. Didn’t you say you’d co yesterday? What have you been up to?"
[The D’Souza Mansion]
I descended the staircase, a sense of curiosity tinged with mild apprehension, as I noticed the unusual presence of nurous bodyguards.
Anne’s eyes widened, incredulous. "What? You were there?" Her voice carried a mixture of surprise and dismay.
"However, didn’t we have quite a bit?" I questioned, a hint of uncertainty creeping into my tone.
"He got away," the psychiatrist remarked.
Anne let out a sigh, her patience wearing thin, and she exchanged a glance with William, who stood by silently, observing the unfolding drama.
We settled into the car, Derek steadfastly at my side, his grip on my hand providing comfort and assurance. As the engine roared to life, a nagging feeling tugged at , and I couldn’t shake the unease that had taken hold.
Paul, soaked to the bone, gazed at his mother with a hint of remorse. The rain had taken its toll on him, but Anne’s distress took precedence. He attempted to explain, but before he could utter a word, Anne interjected with an impatient, "Paul."
Anne hesitated for a mont, caught off guard by the abrupt nature of Paul’s question. She attempted to explain, "He is your..." For correct content, please visit
’Oh, no!’ Obin murmured, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hung up the phone, his mind racing with the implications of their failure.
The unexpected sight left
sowhat bewildered. Concern laced my words as I inquired, "Derek, is everything all right?"
My gaze shifted toward the group of bodyguards, a question in my eyes. "Then why are they here?" I asked, my voice reflecting my confusion.
Paul, however, was not so easily diverted. His gaze shifted beyond his mother, directed at the man standing nearby. "Who is he?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of skepticism.
"Please, sir, act quickly. I think they are already aware of it," he urged. Their advantage had been lost, and ti was running out.
Amidst this prelude to the storm, the sudden ring of the phone shattered the tranquility. Derek, his eyelids heavy and groggy, struggled to regain full consciousness. His room was bathed in a dim, eerie light as the weather outside threatened to unleash its fury.
Derek, with unwavering confidence, assured , "Everything is okay, honey," his smile intended to put my worries to rest.
**
Derek’s cheerful tone persisted as he announced, "Your breakfast is ready."
Paul smiled as he thought, ’I’ll be free in a few minutes, Elena.’
He grabbed the phone, irritated by the persistent caller.
To be continued.
Anne’s eyes widened, shocked by the audacity of Paul’s accusation. "Paul, be careful with your words," she warned, her voice carrying a note of stern authority.
"Please, sir, act quickly. I think they are already aware of it," he added urgently. The chase began.
"What are you up to now?" Derek muttered, his teeth clenched, and hung up after a minute.
Paul t her gaze, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "Yep, I hadn’t seen her in such a long ti," he replied.
He sighed and finally admitted, "I was at Elena’s place."
Derek shook his head, his expression unwavering. "Nope. Freshen up. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you."
I blinked in confusion. "What? Isn’t it a little early for breakfast?" I asked, my voice still heavy with sleep.
**
Anne couldn’t contain her exasperation, and her voice rose with a tinge of anger. "Paul!" she exclaid, her frustration and the hours of waiting for him finally spilling over. "I waited all night for him, and you went to et her."
’You will not be able to defeat . She belongs to .’ Derek picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Before she could finish her sentence, Paul interjected with a cutting remark, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Don’t tell
after Mr. Robert, you found your sugar daddy."
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