The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 93

Brandon’s Pov

I kept tapping on the tablet, expecting her to pick up the phone, but she never did. I gave her a simple task to switch to her phone, but it appeared like I gave her a lengthy task. I looked at my watch and noted that ten minutes had elapsed. Maybe she was attempting to avoid the subject of sex.

She always did that every time I brought up the subject of sex, she always acted like a pregnant virgin, but at the absolute least she would have said something or said goodbye, after all, she was the one who phoned me. I clenched my teeth, annoyed, and attempted to contact her line again but I was unable to do so.

I could only presume her phone was turned off or that she had forgotten to charge it. That woman was incredibly s*oppy with anything that had nothing to do with me.

Yes, she was stunning, even during her pregnancy, and the wisest person on the planet, but she was also a little irresponsible. I decided to call the house telephone line but it went on ringing and ringing until I got tired.

The useless machine h*oked to me was killing me and the dumb girl was not answering the phone. How difficult was it to answer a dumb phone, I almost yelled but calmed myself down and rang the phone again but there was no response. That was so unlike her, she was eager to video call me until dawn. Maybe she got tired but that was not making sense, because she had just brought up a very important topic of a Nanny.

Our nameless child needed a Nanny and Magie was the only one I would trust to leave our princes with but the old woman got h*rny out of nowhere. And I was very sure her lover was after the huge cheques that I gave her and was probably younger.

I could not believe she betrayed us for sex, I was going to make her feel guilty and force her to dump him. First I needed to carry out an investigation on the Winfred guy. He sounded like a homeless person or a Janitor. Or even worse a terrorist, Nestor was supposed to inform but he decided to keep such news from us and now we had no nanny.

But first I needed to get Thalia to answer the phone. It was over twenty minutes and she would have answered or charged her phone a bit. On second thought something was wrong, from being angry I became worried, she was almost due, maybe she was in labor, some women went into labor at seven or eight months.

I quickly tried to get up but the thousands of machines that I was h*oked to pulled me back to reality and I cried out in pain. I did a double-check and every tube was intact.

I promptly dialed Nestor’s number and instructed him to return to the house to check on her. He’d just dropped Maggie off at her house and was on his way to the lobster shop. He insisted that if he did not return with a pack of lobsters, Thalia was going to have his head, but I roared at him.

I had a feeling things were not quite right, something was definitely wrong.  He offered to contact her, assuming we had gotten into an argument, I rolled my eyes at his attempt of always acting like our father.

He thought she had decided to block me or not answer the phone at home. But when he tried to call her he received no response. He finally consented to go to the house, although a lot of time had passed.

I started berating myself for not taking her silence and inability to reach the phone seriously enough. Even if she wasn’t in labor, there was a chance someone had broken into the house and attacked her. I had not yet set up security and I was reluctant and thought with Victor out of the country there was no need to hurry. But it was looking like that was going to bite me in the a*s.

I began panicking and all of a sudden my face became sweaty. The useless machines began beeping and flashing. The doctor and his lab rats came running like some bees protecting its beehive from enemies.

“Calm down, Mr. Fraser, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Thalia,” I replied and they all looked at me like I was some dumb criminal but they decided to play it cool.

“I’m sure she is just sleeping or something you can call her tomorrow,” the doctor replied.

“No she is not okay, something is wrong and I can feel it. She is not picking up my calls!” I yelled at him.

“Please calm down, I will try calling her,” he said and dialed her line. I noted he gave a signal but before I could realize what was going on, one of his lab rats got a needle and p*icked me without warning.

“Are you s*upid!” I yelled at him. “What did you just stick into me?”

“Mr. Fraser we are just trying to help you, you have to be in stable condition for the procedure, if not then the machine will kill you,” he replied.

“I do not care about the s*upid machine! Didn’t you hear what I just said! Thalia is probably in labor!” I yelled.

“Mr. Nestor would have informed you?” he replied.

“He is not with her, you fools, she is alone and not answering the phone and you just pumped drugs in me?”

They looked at me confused like I was speaking a foreign language. “You are all f*cking fired, all of you, pack your dumb things and leave!”

“Okay let’s not get ahead of ourselves, what’s the address so that we can send the police or an ambulance,” he suggested.

For the first time in the five minutes he had been pumping me with s*it, he spoke sense. I wondered why I did not even think of it in the first place. I quickly gave him the address and he dialed 911. I began feeling a little bit dizzy, the s*upid drugs began working.