Begging the Divorced Heiresses Back novel Chapter 15

Anya’s POV:

At the seven-star hotel.

After leaving the Walter Group, I returned to the hotel, feeling exhausted.

I had booked a suite here and had already paid for months. I also hired three nannies to look after the children.

It was not that I could not afford a house. However, at that moment, the convenience of the hotel was more important to me!

“Mommy, you are back?”

As soon as I opened the door, the two little fellows ran toward me.

“Yeah, Mommy is back!” I bent down to stroke my son’s head first then changed my slippers.

“And Ora, how is she?”

“Ora has just woken up!”

“Okay, Mommy is going to check on her first, alright?”

Then, I changed my clothes, washed my face and hands, disinfected myself, and went to my daughter’s room.

“Ora, Mommy’s home!”

“Mommy!”

The little girl was lying on her bed. As soon as she saw me, a bright smile appeared on her skinny face.

Ora had been hurt by a congenital heart defect and hemolytic anemia ever since she was born. The hemamebas in her body were poorly hematopoietic. So, she would need to be transplanted with new hematopoietic stem cells after some time.

For more than three years, my little Ora had been lying in bed, unable to stand up once. Her soft and tender skin was covered with needle marks and scars.

The hospital bills and the cost of follow-up almost cost me a fortune. However, it also motivated me to go forward. I only have one biggest wish that my daughter recover one day, and I could see Ora standing up.

“Ora, does it still hurt?” I asked. As I held my daughter’s thin hand, my heart twitched with pain.

Whenever I saw my daughter, I would try my best to prevent the tears welling up in my eyes.

Ora shook her head slightly and replied, “Not anymore.”

I was biting my lower lips to fight against the sadness in my heart. She just had a major operation, how could it not be hurtting? Thinking that she must be pretending to be fine, my heart ached even more.

“Mommy, can I have some chocolates?” Ora begged weakly.

Seeing my daughter’s expectant eyes, I forced myself not to cry. Since she just had an operation, I know her mouth must have filled with bitterness and she wanted to eat something sweet. However, I couldn’t give it to her.