Chapter 108
Chapter 108
BRANDON’S POV
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Immediately the old man left, Dominic wanted us to move immediately after we found out about Elliot.
“Let us go after him now,” he said. “If he really ran overseas, we need to act fast before he disappears completely.”
But I shook my head immediately. “No.”
Dominic frowned slightly. “Boss, if we wait too long…”
“I said no.” The room became quiet for a moment before I continued speaking. “Aria will decide what happens to him when she wakes up. She’s the one that got hurt in the process. I’ll leave the decision to her.”
Dominic looked surprised by that but did not argue. “And before anything else,” I added coldly, “we take back her father’s company first.”
Victor Morelli was still sitting comfortably in that office like it belonged to him. Every time I thought about it, my mood darkened even more.
Aria almost died and the people involved in the accident were already circling her inheritance like vultures. I was not going to let that continue.
After Harold left, I became more careful with everyone around me. Too careful maybe. Because now I knew somebody close had betrayed me.
Every conversation felt suspicious. Every movement irritated me. I started watching my own staff more closely than before.
Even my trust in Dominic’s team became unstable. Not because they had done anything wrong, but because somebody had clearly leaked information about my car that day.
And I still did not know who. Weeks passed after that. Every morning, I went to work for a few hours before returning to the hospital again at night.
That became my routine. Office. Hospital. Investigation. Back to her bedside again. But nothing changed. Aria still did not wake up.
The doctors kept saying the same thing over and over again. “She’s stable.”
“We’re monitoring her closely.”
“There’s still hope.”
I was getting tired of hearing hope. One afternoon, I stood beside the incubator while one of the nurses smiled softly at the baby.
“She’s improving very well,” the nurse said.
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I looked down at the tiny girl quietly. “When can she leave this thing?”
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“Probably another week.” My jaw tightened slightly. Another week. Another week of Aria missing everything.
“Her mother should be here for this,” I muttered quietly.
The nurse glanced at me sympathetically. “She’ll wake up.”
I did not answer her because I honestly did not know anymore. That entire week, I kept hoping Aria would finally open her eyes before the baby left the incubator.
But she never did. And then the day came. The nurse carefully placed the baby into my arms for the first time. For a second, I froze completely.
She was so small. Too small, I stared at her tiny face while she shifted softly in my arms. And then suddenly, something inside me broke.
Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. I lowered my head slightly and let out a shaky breath. “Damn it,” I whispered roughly.
The nurse smiled gently. “You’re holding her too stiffly.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“You’re doing fine.” I looked down at the baby again. She looked so much like Aria that it almost hurt. Same nose. Same mouth. Same stubborn expression even while sleeping.
“She has her mother’s face,” I said quietly.
The nurse smiled. “She really does.”
After that day, I started bringing the baby into Aria’s room often. The nurses encouraged it. “Maybe hearing familiar voices will help stimulate her,” one doctor explained.
So every evening, I sat beside Aria’s bed with the baby resting carefully in my arms. Sometimes the baby cried softly. Sometimes she slept peacefully. And every single time, I spoke to Aria like she could hear me.
“Your daughter cries too much,” I muttered one evening while adjusting the blanket around the baby.
“She definitely got that from you.” No response came. The nurses had completely stopped questioning me by then. Most of them already believed I was her husband.
“Your wife is lucky,” one nurse said absentmindedly one afternoon while checking Aria’s IV.
I looked up briefly but did not correct her. Because honestly, explaining things felt exhausting. One evening, a new nurse started her shift.
I barely paid attention to her at first. I was sitting beside Aria while holding the baby carefully against my chest. The baby had been fussy for hours already.
Then suddenly, her crying became worse. Sharp.
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Painful. Almost desperate. I frowned immediately. “What’s wrong with her?”
The nurse looked nervous. “I cleaned her a little while ago.”
“With what?”
“Water.”
Something about her tone irritated me immediately. “What kind of water?”
She hesitated. “Cold water,” she admitted quietly.
I stood up so fast the chair nearly crashed behind me. “You what?”
“I didn’t know-”
“She’s premature!” I snapped furiously. “Are you stupid?” The baby cried harder in my arms and panic immediately hit me.
Her tiny body trembled against my chest while her cries became weaker and weaker. “Call the doctor,” I barked.
The nurse rushed out immediately. I looked down at the baby helplessly. “Hey,” I muttered quickly. “Hey, breathe.”
The baby cried again painfully. And then suddenly, something changed behind me. The heart monitor beside Aria started beeping faster.
I turned immediately. Her body jerked violently against the bed. My eyes widened. “Aria?”
Another convulsion hit her body.
The monitor started screaming loudly through the room. “Doctor!” I shouted immediately.
Doctors and nurses rushed into the room almost instantly. “What happened?” one doctor demanded.
“She started convulsing!”
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