Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 73

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THE door to Dr. Felicia Granger’s office clicked shut as Amelia and her mother stepped in, guided by the nurse. The office was neat, its pale cream walls adorned with framed certificates, a family photo, and a shelf stacked with medical journals. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, though softened by the faint lavender diffuser on the doctor’s desk.

Amelia walked slowly, her back curved with the weight of her growing bump, her hand pressed protectively beneath it. Her mother, kept a steadying hand on her elbow until she lowered herself into the chair opposite the doctor.

Dr. Granger, a composed woman in her early forties with calm brown eyes and her hair pulled into a neat bun, shuffled through the folder before her, the test results clipped inside. She looked up and offered a polite, reassuring smile.

“Please, sit comfortably,” she said softly, even though Amelia already was. “I know you have both been waiting.”

Amelia nodded, her face pale with tension.

“Yes, doctor. It has been… hard waiting. I really need to know what is happening with me.”

Her mother leaned forward, elbows on her knees, hands clasped tightly together.

“Exactly. She has been complaining of discomforts and complications for weeks, and I have been warning her to see you earlier. Now we are here, please tell us the truth.”

Dr. Granger hummed lightly, glancing back down at the file.

“I understand. That is why we ran the tests immediately. But before I give you the full picture…” she paused deliberately, her fingers tapping on the desk as she studied their faces, “I would like to ask Mrs. Cole something first.”

Amelia sat straighter, anxiety pinching her features.

“Yes, doctor?”

“Would you like to know the gender of your child?”

The question seemed to hang in the air. Amelia blinked, surprised. She turned her head toward her mother, who looked equally startled. Their eyes locked for a moment, silently debating.

“No,” Amelia finally said firmly. “I don’t intend to. I want it to come as a surprise.” She gave a faint smile, though her hands twisted in her lap. “Why, though? Why do you ask like that?”

Dr. Granger’s lips curved into a knowing smile.

“I’m asking because… to tell you what is really happening, the gender is somewhat tied to how I will explain the results.”

Mrs. Harlow frowned, tilting her head.

“So… you mean we need to know the gender before you can tell us what is wrong?”

The doctor raised her palms in mock surrender.

“Not necessarily. It is not a must. I can still explain the issue without revealing that. It is just, sometimes it makes the picture clearer for you, the mother.”

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Amelia’s heart thudded. She and her mother exchanged another glance, this one sharper, carrying unspoken fear.

“Okay,” Amelia said, her voice trembling a little. “Please… just go on. Tell us the issue.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mrs. Harlow added firmly, her protective instinct flaring. “Forget about the gender if it isn’t vital. Just tell us exactly what the problem is. Don’t keep her in suspense.”

The doctor sighed and nodded slowly, her eyes softening.

“Very well then.”

She leaned forward, resting her folded arms on the desk.

“Mrs. Cole, let me start by saying, you have no serious problem. Nothing life-threatening, nothing alarming. Your complications are mild and expected given your current condition. You don’t need to panic.”

Amelia released a long, shaky sigh of relief, but only for a moment. The way the doctor’s eyes lingered, the way her tone curved, told her there was something more. Her mother sensed it too, her body stiffening.

“But…” the doctor said slowly, dragging the word. She tapped the file again. “You aren’t just double.”

Amelia’s brows furrowed. Her mother frowned too, leaning forward.

“What do you mean?”

Dr. Granger looked directly into Amelia’s anxious eyes.

“You aren’t just double, I mean… you are triple.”

The room stilled. For a moment, the only sound was the faint humming of the air conditioner.

Amelia blinked rapidly.

“Wh… what do you mean, doctor?” Her voice was a mere whisper.

“You are carrying twins,” Dr. Granger said gently, finally laying it bare. “Two healthy little ones. That explains the unusual discomforts, the extra fatigue, the heavier strain on your body. It is not just one child, you are carrying two.”

“What!” Both mother and daughter gasped in unison, their hands flying instinctively to Amelia’s bump.

Mrs. Harlow’s eyes went wide, her jaw slack. She covered her mouth, staring at her daughter in disbelief.

“Twins?!”

“Yes,” Dr. Granger confirmed, smiling now, a sparkle in her eyes at their reaction. “You are carrying twins. That is the reason you have been feeling complications. It is not abnormal, it is just your body working twice as hard to nurture two lives at once.”

Amelia’s hands pressed harder against her belly as tears welled in her eyes.

“Twins?” she echoed, her voice breaking with shock and wonder.

“Yes, darling. Twins.” Her mother leaned in, clutching her hand tightly, tears shimmering in her own eyes. “Oh my goodness, Amelia. You are carrying twins.”

“But… but why didn’t I notice sooner?” Amelia asked, still dazed.

Dr. Granger leaned back.

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