A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 218

The moment the sunlight hit his face, Rome's hand searched his bed for his phone as he slowly raised his eyelids, and then blinked his eyelashes to adjust his vision to the bright light glowing in their room.

Once he got a hold of his phone, he sat up in bed and unlocked it, then a frown settled on his lip as he stared at the fifteen missed calls notifications on his screen.

"Why is this Mathew guy calling back to back so early!" Rome mumbled.

Sighing heavily, he called back, patiently waited, and after a few seconds, he said, “Good Morning, Mathew."

“Good morning, Mr. Ford. I'm calling to find out if you are ready to cooperate with us today, or should we do this with force?"

Feeling frustrated, Rome slightly rubbed his temper to relieve the stress building up in him.

Then he sighed and said, “There is no need for force? I will tell you guys all you need to know this afternoon. Meet me at my office at two."

"I am glad to hear that. I will be looking forward to a worthwhile conversation today. Yesterday wasn't the best."

As Rome's index finger gently rubbed against his eyelid, he frowned and mumbled, “I'm certain it will be worth your while.”

After ending the call, he tossed the phone on the comforter and got out of bed. Then he wore something comfy before leaving his room and heading downstairs.

When Rome arrived at the entrance of the living room, he saw Edward and his wife seated on the couch.

Locking eyes with her husband, Catherine smiled and said, "You are awake."

With a look of excitement in his eyes, Edward jumped to his feet, rushed over to Rome, and gave him a manly hug before getting a grip on his emotions.

Then he immediately took two steps back and mumbled, "Thank you for saving my daughter!"

"When Catherine texted us the good news last night that she was home and pregnant, we couldn't help rushing here to see her and you." Catherine's mother calmly uttered with a graceful smile.

A calm look settled in Rome's eyes and he gave a half-smile before mumbling, "That's nice of you guys."

In that instant, Mr. Miller walked into the living room, grinned at Catherine, and then asked, "Okay. What are you craving this morning? Waffles, pancakes, toasts… Name it?"

In shock, Edward looked at Rome and subconsciously uttered, "I see, our daughter is well-taken care of here."

"Of course, Catherine is the pride and joy of this household." Mr. Ford coldly said as he stepped into the living room.

A sense of guilt swept through Edward, and he slowly lowered his head in shame, unable to raise his gaze and stare at Rome.

When Mr. Miller saw how puffy his eyes were, he frowned and asked, "Did a bee sting your eyes or something."

Feeling embarrassed to say that he had been crying for most of the night, Mr. Ford cleared his throat and looked the other way.

"Dad, can you meet me in the hallway?" Rome calmly uttered before walking out of the living room.

For a moment, Catherine watched Mr. Ford follow him out. Then she turned to her father and sadly mumbled, "How's grandfather's condition?"

"He will be fine. The doctor said that he needs to rest at the hospital for a few days. Afterward, he will get discharged and can finally come home to stay with your mother, grandmother, and me at our place."

Focusing on Rome's eyes, Mr. Ford hesitated for a moment and then asked, "What is it?"

"I need the video of the night mom...m-om… mother got murdered," Rome mumbled, battling against the rage and hurt he felt.

"Are you sure?"

"It's not for me to watch. It is for Amara and her brother to know that they have been misguided for all these years about what truly happened between you and their father."

"Okay. I will give you the drive."

At eleven o'clock, Rome walked into the Louis Cardinals hospital, and Brook with Blaze was already in the lobby to meet him.

"Where is Amara?" Rome asked, staring at Brook.

"She's in the private ward with Axel. He finally woke up." Brook calmly uttered. "Our men have the entire floor cover, keeping watch on them."

The hospital room was absolutely quiet as Axel frowned at the IV in his vein and the drip of blood, hanging on the rack.

"You should have let me die!" Axel mumbled, scowling at his sister.

"Stop talking nonsense and be happy that Rome's blood matched yours!" Amara said in annoyance with a frown.

"Don't you get it! I'd rather die than have the blood of the son of the man that killed our father, running through my veins!"