CHAPTER4
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With Tears almost rolling down her face, Isabella knocked at the door to Alexander’s house and was let in.
She explained everything the doctor said to Alex as she sobbed uncontrollably.
“Alex, please, you have to help me. Ethan’s all I have.” She said.
He draws closer to her on the couch, wiping her tears with his hand.
“Of course, you know money isn’t an issue. Just tell me about the cost, and I will have it transferred immediately.
She buried her head in his chest, embarrassed to speak further.
“It’s not about money, Alex; a blood transfusion needs to be carried out soon, and I don’t know what to do or who else to call.”
By now, her nose has begun running, and she tries to draw in the contents of her nose.
“Can you break it down in simple terms?” he asked, trying to understand everything she said.
“I will need you to donate blood to Ethan because he is your son.” She finally said.
For a while, silence took over as Alexander's news came as a shock, even though he had hoped the boy was his.
It was a mixed feeling for him. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy or sad. Yes, he had hoped for this moment, but he didn’t think it would come so soon.
For a moment, he was lost in thought as he began to visualise the face of the boy and the ways he thought they resembled each other.
He soon went with Isabella to the hospital, where the transfusion was carried out successfully on the boy.
Alexander watched as Isabella cared for the boy as she ran her hand through his hair. The doctor had announced a successful operation, but it will take a while for the boy to be fully conscious.
Different thoughts ran through Alexander’s head. Although he hoped the boy was his, he didn’t think that the realisation would come soon. But one thing is certain: he was happy to learn about the information and happy to be a father. He thought he had lost it all when Isabella left without giving a hint of where she was going five years ago; ever since, he had decided to live his life as it came. He regrets being a terrible husband to Bella, even though she was nothing but sweet to him. She was submissive and did everything to make him happy, yet she lost herself.
But here he was; life had given him a second chance, and he was ready to do everything possible to be in the life of the boy again.
He could see his dark hair.
“Why have you kept Ethan away from me?” He finally broke the silence in the room.
“I had to do what I had to do to protect him.”
“Protect him from his own father?”
“Yes, I didn’t want you to take him away from me. I figure if you found out about the truth, you wouldn't let me go.”
Alexander expressed disappointment at Isabella. He felt a sense of betrayal from her.
“Are all these part of your plot to get back at me for sleeping with my ex-fiancée?”
He added, “To say this is a cruel act would be an understatement. What you did is indeed terrible. You could have told me you were pregnant before leaving.”
“If I had told you, you would have done everything possible to stop me from going. I just couldn’t do it.”
Alexander was furious. He hit his hand on the wall, raising suspicion in the hospital. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to understand everything that was happening.
“I am sorry,” she murmured, expressing regret.
“Sorry?” He raised his eyebrow. “Well, ‘sorry’ doesn’t fix it. You kept me away from my son for five years, all because you were angry with me, and now you say sorry just like that.”
“The boy was innocent, yet you deprived him of his father at a point when he needed him, and you stand there saying sorry.
He drove off in anger, leaving her standing in the room where the boy lay.
Later that week, Ethan was discharged from the hospital, and Alexander visited him. As he knocked on the door, he was greeted by the handsome boy, who was so happy to welcome him.
He couldn’t help but spot the similarities between them as she looked into his dark brown eyes. He presented a bag to him. “Here, handsome, I got you this gift on my way.”
The boy collected the gift and showed it to his mother. He sat beside his mother, while Alex sat in the opposite direction.
“Ethan, honey,” Isabella held his hand to get his attention.
“Yes, Mom.”
“Remember how you have been asking about your father, and I told you that you will meet him when the time is right.”
He nodded in agreement.
“You see, the man over there is your father.” She said, gesturing for the boy to go meet Alexander.
The boy looked surprised and gave him a long stare. He finally digested the information and hugged his father. He sat on his lap, and they both bonded while Isabella made food for all three of them.
Ethan told Alexander about how he planned to brag to his friends in school that his father is good-looking and has a whole empire he manages.
He told him about how his friends in school once laughed at him for not having a father and how he was left out of activities involving fathers participating.
“Don’t worry. From now on, nobody will ever make you feel bad for not having a father again.” Alexander assured.
Isabella invited them to the dining table as she served roasted chicken. That has always been Alexander’s favourite.
They all ate and toasted, clanking their cups as they raised them to happy times ahead.
Isabella soon took Ethan inside his room for rest and went back to Alexander in the sitting room.
“It’s late already. I'd better start going.” He stood up to leave but came face to face with Isabella, who also stood up to usher him out.
But instead of leaving, his leg froze as he came face to face with Isabella. Damn! She’s so beautiful.
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