HIS DIVORCED WIFE IS HIS NEW BOSS

CHAPTER 17

PHILIP'S POV

“Good morning Mr Philip. It's been a while”

As I took my seat,I couldn't help but wonder if he had deceived us back then on Trisha's fertility.

“Mr Harrison had called. He said you wanted to meet with me on something urgent,”Dr James said as he took his seat as well.

“Yes, Doctor. It's about Trisha,”I replied as I fixed my gaze on him.

“Trisha?”he asked in surprise as something flashed through his eyes.

“Yes. Was Trisha ever pregnant back then?”I asked point straight cause the thought of it was making me lose my damn mind.

“No Mr Philip. You and the rest of your family saw all the test results back then.

If she was ever pregnant I wouldn't have said otherwise,”he said as he gulped in nervousness.

Dr James had been our family doctor for so long. If there was anyone that could have known about Trisha's pregnancy,it ought to be him.

“Are you sure Dr James?” The calm face I had earlier on was now replaced with a grim expression.

“I'm very sure.” His head is now facing the ground, trying to avoid any eye contact with me.

“Okay Doctor,some other time,”I said as I stood up, giving him one last look before walking away from his office.

Was Doctor James really telling the truth? What was that look I saw in his eyes when I had mentioned Trisha's name? With those looks in his eyes,something definitely isn't right. Why was everyone playing with my mind?

As I walked through the corridors of the hospital, my step halted when I saw a scene before me.

A pregnant lady who was huffing for breath as she seemed to be in labour. A man which I guess was her husband was rubbing her back downwards while professing his love over and over again to her.

Then, a little boy that looks so much like the lady was singing and dancing with his tiny little voice. The man planted a kiss on the woman's lips, while the little boy planted a kiss on her protruding stomach.

As I stared at the scene, my heart and soul clenched in pain. I closed my eyes quickly to blink back the tears that were about falling.

This ought to have been the love I and Trisha could have shared. My eyes couldn't stop staring at the couple until a nurse came and helped the woman by taking her to a room.

I turned as I walked away from there and out the exit gate.

“To the house peter, I've got a file to pick from my study.”

“Yes sir,”he replied as he drove out of the hospital building.

Getting to the house which I had stayed away from for a while, my eyes burnt with anger as I saw that familiar car parked at the car park.

I had wanted to let it slide as I had seen her driving out of the club yesterday because her life and her business was none of my concern but because of Eric, I can't.

The dynasty club was not a club for a lady to be. It was where notorious gang members held their underground meetings and they were always bloodshed after every meeting.

Mr Black, the owner of the club, was the leader of the number one gang in the whole of Bradford city. I had known him right from my teen age because his father was a close acquaintance of Grandpa Carter.

It was a family business that had been passed unto him by his father.The club was just a disguise to hide their operations.

“Good enough for you to crawl back from your hole.”

I turned my head to see her sitting at the mini bar with a glass of wine in her hands.

I heaved a sigh of tiredness, not wanting to deal with her today. Going up straight to my study, I picked up the file I needed and headed out. I had already opened the car to step in when I paused and went back in.

“I thought you had left. Why are you back? You're a monster, Philip. You treat me so cold. You treat me like I don't matter to you. I am the mother of your child Philip!”Lola snapped loudly as she threw the glass against the wall.

“What were you doing at dynasty club last night?”she snapped her head to look in my direction as a frown etched on her face, making her sober immediately.

“I- I-I- I wasn't at the dynasty club. I was with Mum last night.” She stuttered for words as she averted her gaze.

“I won't ask again, why were you at the dynasty club?” I asked with more pressure as I had already walked closer to her.

“I said I wasn't at the dynasty club,”Lola said, more composed than the first time I threw the question at her.

Our eye lock battle broke when her phone suddenly rang. The look in her eyes changed as she stared at the caller ID. The fire in her eyes was replaced with fear and tension.

She brushed past me as she hurried out of the room to answer the call.