The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 64

Evelyn's POV

"Mom, I want to know who the hell my father is and where he is at the moment", Anna's unexpected question startles me the moment I enter the house.

I haven't gotten over the kiss that happened between me and my boss and here I am receiving Anna at the most ungodly time of the day.

What the hell is she doing here? I ask within me.

This is definitely not the right time to talk about her riff-raff of a father. I am not in the mood to do any talking at the moment. Now that I will no longer work with Mr. Adams, I want to restrategize my life and find my bearings.

Anna is sitting on the couch, with her protruding belly and an angry look on her face. She has a key to the house but I am surprised she is here by this time, it's almost 11 pm.

I walk in and sit on the next couch in exhaustion. I wasn't really tired from working but the thought of not going there anymore and what happened has weakened my system. I just want to take a shower and go to bed.

"Mom?" She calls me.

"Anna, what are you doing here by this time?" I ask her instead.

"What I am doing here is irrelevant. What is important is knowing who the hell my father is", she grits her teeth in anger. I have no idea what is making her do this and why she is this angry but I won't let her transfer the aggression on me. I have my problems too and her father caused all of this, for us with his irresponsibility.

"Go home to your husband", I stand up to go to my room. I am sure she did not come here on her own. She has an assigned driver that takes her everywhere she intends to go. Even though I am not interested in starting a conversation about her father, I am curious to know why she is doing this now.

"I am not going anywhere until you answer my question", she says with a raised voice.

I turn back to face her squarely. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You, mother", she answers and my eyes widen. "You are my problem. I have given you enough time to talk to me about him and I know you won't tell me if I don't ask you anymore. I want to know who he is now."

"Why are you doing this then, by this time?"

"Because this is when I need my answers."

"Why do you need them now?" I question her again. She looks away without uttering a word. I try to read her expression and I realize I haven't been a good mother to Anna.