Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617 How Much Longer?

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The good thing about friends’ kids? You weren’t the main parent. You could give endless love without carrying the heavy responsibility.

The parents had to deal with everything. Anything that happened to the child fell squarely on their shoulders. That pressure was enormous.

Right now, Ayla was feeling that weight.

Troy did whatever he wanted, without thinking through the real-life consequences. And Ayla was the responsible type. He knew her too well and kept pulling stunts that hit her sore spots.

She couldn’t just walk away. Troy’s childhood had been miserable. If her children went through the same, she’d regret it forever.

To avoid that and protect these tiny lives, she would take responsibility.

She pressed the gas harder.

What should’ve been a one-hour drive took only 30 minutes.

Local law meant they couldn’t meet the surrogates.

Troy had spent over six months working abroad as a cover and knew every detail. He wouldn’t let anything slip.

At the private hospital, a staff member guided Ayla and Halle to the waiting area.

Private hospitals abroad were built entirely for the wealthy-top-tier medical care, refined and elegant surroundings. When they entered, Troy was already there, sharply dressed, sipping coffee.

Hearing them come in, he looked up, locking eyes with Ayla.

Those two babies were tied to both of them. It wasn’t the time to argue. All they could do was wait.

Seeing the reality, Ayla realized they had to plan things together. Outsiders couldn’t be involved.

Being in constant contact with Troy about the children meant anyone she dated would get neglected.

Now that she was single, she didn’t have to worry about sidelining anyone or someone giving too much while she couldn’t offer the same level of time or companionship. That was one

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Chapter 617 How Much Longer?

reason she’d broken up with Draven.

Ayla checked the time. “How much longer?”

“Soon,” Troy replied.

“Are both surrogates delivering at the same time?”

“Their due dates are close. Doctors think both babies can be delivered today.”

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Halle disliked Troy for no particular reason, but adults learned to tolerate things they found unpleasant just to keep the peace. Listening to their conversation, she grew curious. “Older brother or older sister?”

Troy glanced at Ayla. “Older brother, younger sister. No way I’d make my daughter the older one babysitting a brat.”

Ayla said, “Sons aren’t all brats.”

Troy snorted. “You’re the older sibling-you should know better than I do.”

She went quiet.

Halle’s mouth twitched.

“You don’t like sons?” Ayla asked.

Troy didn’t answer right away. He studied her closely for a moment. “Do you like a son or a daughter more?”

Ayla was sitting in a hospital waiting room, about to receive two children of her own, yet her maternal instincts still hadn’t kicked in. Everything felt unreal. As for preference, how could she know?

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“Choose one.”

“Daughter.”

Troy smiled. “I knew it. You like Birdie more.”

Ayla went quiet.

“Birdie?” Halle blinked. “When did you two name them?”

Troy thought of Ayla’s diary. Back then, she had been so full of anticipation for their child.

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