Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney)

Chapter 0257

As we walked, I couldn't help but notice how quiet the hospital was at this hour. The soft hum of machines and distant murmurs of conversation were the only sounds breaking the silence.

As he let us in, he gestured us to our seats and said with a smile. "Good evening."

"Good evening, doctor," Clara and I answered at the same time.

After we were seated, I dived into business straight away. "So what is the issue with her? My friend here just told me that she was admitted for tests. I moved forward closer to the table and sat at the edge of the chair, "She was just fine this morning. Is anything serious wrong with her?"

He shook his head, "It's not something to be worried about, ma'am. For now, her symptoms point at the regular common cold but it could be more so that is why we are going to conduct some tests on her to be on the safer side."

I felt Clara's empathetic squeeze on my shoulder as I listened to the doctor. Her presence was comforting, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

"How long will the tests take? And how long will it take to get the results?"

"The tests will commence immediately you approve it and get your signature here," his index finger softly thuded on the piece of paper on the table before him. "By tomorrow, the test results, will be ready but she would be discharged only based on what the results turn out to be but I'm highly possible that it would not be anything serious and she would be able to go home tomorrow."

"Please, proceed," I said and he slid the documents to me to sign. My hand shook slightly as I picked up the pen, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.

After I signed them, he made a phone call to his nurse to have the equipment for the tests ready. I listened intently, trying to catch any information about what tests they were planning to run.

"Also, I already administered her some drugs to help with the fever for now so you have nothing to be worried about," he said after his call. "It shouldn't be anything serious with the symptoms she has. She

be fine."

I nodded. "Thank you."

He then directed us to the room where she has been taken to. As we walked through the corridors, I tried to prepare myself for what I might see.

By the time Clara and I got to the room, Amie was already sound asleep.

I moved closer to her and I felt my eyes prick with tears at how pale her face already looked. How could the doctor say it was nothing?

I placed a kiss on her forehead. I smoothed back her hair and tucked the white blanket that covered her chin under her chin. Her skin felt warm under my touch, a reminder of the fever she was fighting.

I suddenly found myself blaming myself. I was too focused on work and worried about Aiden returning to my life that I had not noticed that my daughter might be having some symptoms.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and that was when I remembered that I still had company.

I turned to Clara, "I'm going to stay the night here with her."

"Don't you think you should go back home and freshen up," her eyes took in my dress and heels. "You can just come back tomorrow morning.

I shook my head, "There's no need for all that. I'll be fine. As soon as the results are out, I'll be back home

with her."

"We could quickly rush back so you can freshen up and get a change of clothes for the both of you," she said worriedly. "Atleast get out of those heels and eat something."

I dropped into the seat by Amie's bed. "I don't even have the appetite for anything right now." With the heart attack I almost gave myself over Aiden finding out and me worrying endless over Amie, I doubt I'd be able to get anything down. "And don't worry about my outfit. I feel comfortable in them."

"Not comfortable enough for a night. I will just rush back to your place and get you guys some things."

"Oh, Clara, you don't have to do that."

"Let me," she insisted as she stretched her palm forward for the car keys.

"Thank you," I told her as I handed the key to her. Then I saw her out of the room.

As we walked to her car, I felt the need to ask. It wouldn't hurt to be double sure that he really didn't hear

Amie

"Do you think Aiden heard Amie?" My frown deepened, "Or maybe he heard what I told you?"

She shrugged, "I wouldn't know that, Ana. I was more focused on getting out of his view and getting Amie

to the doctor."

I sighed, "I really hope he didn't."

"I highly doubt he heard anything," she said, sounding more sure than I was. "Amie's voice was very faint.. I'm surprised you heard her."