Chapter 31 The Children Are Yours
Broderick didn‘t say any word while they were inside the car and that even made Amy more nervous. She kept stealing glances at his handsome profile. She was sure he was definitely angry but the fact that he wasn‘t saying any word was making her worried. A couple of minutes later, the fleet of cars came to an halt and the door was immediately opened on both side. Broderick stepped out through a side while Amy stepped out through the second side of the door. It was only after she had stepped out that she realized that the house was the Alessandro‘s mansion. Why were they here? She wondered and immediately followed after Broderick as they both walked inside the house. Broderick walked straight to Elizabeth‘s room while Amy followed. Amy saw Elizabeth on the bed with all sort of medical gadgets connected to her. “Mother,” she walked quickly to her. Once Elizabeth sighted her, she forced out a smile, her sickness had suddenly got worse and now she wasn’t even sure if she would be living the nine months that the doctor had predicted that she would live. The pain she was feeling was getting intense day by day and yesterday when Broderick came to check on her, she had requested of him to bring his wife along the following day. “Amy, I‘m so happy to see you,” Elizabeth managed to say. “Mother, I didn‘t know your sickness had really gotten worse, I‘m so sorry, mum,” Amy sympathized with the
woman.
with a fake smile. But was it really going well? Although the man loved her children, he hated her with passion. “Really?” Elizabeth furrowed his brow. “Yes, mum. He has been a good husband so far. You don‘t have to worry about us. We just want you to be fine,” Amy said A knock landed on the door and Broderick ordered for whoever was at the door to walk in, the door opened and the doctor appeared. “Good afternoon, sir. It‘s time to administer her second daily treatment to her, sir,” the doctor said respectfully, “Mother, I‘m sure you will be fine. Just keep the hope on, okay?” Broderick said affectionately. Elizabeth looked at her only with a genuine smile on her face, “Take care of your wife, please,” Elizabeth pleaded. “Mum, don‘t worry, he has and will keep doing that,” Amy chirped in. Afterwards, both Amy and Broderick left the room so the doctor can do his work. They both walked back outside and were soon seated inside the car. “You have not said a word, I know you did not beleive me, but I‘m telling the truth. Callan is just
bad about it.” That was not the response that Amy was expecting, she thought that he was going to misunderstand her like he always does. *It‘s logical,” Broderick added and adjusted back to the seat. The partition of the car had already been drawn up immediately they both entered, “Please, can you help me get my children back?” She asked. “Why should
– ‘steal.’ She picked up her phone angrily and placed a call across to Callan, once he answered, Amy spoke to the phone, “you forged the DNA result, do you have conscience at all?“. Callan scoffed from the other end, “didn‘t you say Broderick was their father? Why can‘t he claim them then? He was just looking like a dummy as the kids follow me.” He chuckled. “It‘s a beautiful sight to behold: seeing the most powerful man in the city helpless.” He scoffed again. “The children are for
The Children Are Yours ––– extremely sexy before her.
“Can you help me to make Callan sign the divorce papers?” She asked. Broderick crossed his legs and said,” you can go back to him after the death of my mother.” Amy walked over to him and said,” please! I don‘t want to have anything to do with Callan anymore, he had hurt me so much in the past. He broke my trust. Infact, I left NorthHill to live in a small town just because I want to avoid meeting him. Although he‘s not the most powerful man here, I know he‘s powerful to frustrate me despite being apart.” “Why should I help you?” Broderick asked casually. “Didn‘t you like the children, they would most definitely be sad living with a man they had never seen all their life. I can‘t imagine what state they would be at this moment, please help,” she pleaded earnestly. Truth is if Broderick refused to help, then there was no one capable of helping her. “But that‘s your fault. You should have taken the kids to their father so they can know him. I‘m not the father, it‘s against my morals to snatch someone else‘s children from them. Truth is, with my power, I can even let the damned international court stop existing in NorthHill, I can make the life of all those judges hell but my grandfather let them extablish that court so that what is right can be upheld and so that a common man can get justice when the rich bullies him. I won‘t trample against what my grandfather extablish, I’m not a bastard.” Broderick said. “The children are not for him,” Amy said, frustrated and almosy crying. “He was able to prove to the court that the children are his, go to the court and sue him if you have the prove that the children are not his,” Broderick said. “Yes, I love the kids but there is nothing I can do if the kids are for him. Plus you are just stranger to me as far as I‘m concerned. I’m only keeping you with me because of my mother‘s health. If my mother dies tomorrow, I‘ll send you out of my sight immediately,” Broderick added coldly. Amy let the tears on her face streamed down. Why does this man hates her so much? He clearly doesn‘t have a heart to spare to at the very least, show her a little bit of affection. Was she so disgusting to him? But what if he finds out that she was the mother of his children, would he still hate her this way? “I can‘t help you, woman. You can leave now,” Broderick said. Amy turned sadly, he wasn‘t even moved by her tears, when she got before the door and was about to twist the knob of the door, she turned to him and let out the secrete she had been hiding from him, “the children are yours.