The Hockey Star’s Remorse by Riley Above Story novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157 

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The atmosphere in the car remained tense as Timothy drove toward the hospital. They had a cake tasting appointment soon, but Timothy had promised his mother that he would visit her at the hospital that day. It was a routine he had never 

wanted to mi 

Of course, this stop along the way displeased Stella. As they settled into the car. Stella couldn’t help but voice her irritation. Timothy, do we really have to go to the hospital today? We have so much to do.” 

Timothy sighed, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. ‘Stella, you know how important it is for me to check on my mother. It won’t take long, I promise. Besides, I have to bring her fresh flowers 

Stella squinted, her voice sharp with impatience. “Timothy, we’ve been planning this wedding for months, and there’s still so much to do. We don’t have time for these constant detours.” 

Timothy’s jaw denched, his temper flaring as he fought to keep his frustration in check. “Stella, my mother is sick. She needs me, and I won’t abandon her. This won’t take more than an hour” 

She didn’t answer him, instead turning to scowl out the window. Timothy sighed, shifting the car into reverse. 

As they arrived at the hospital. Timothy steeled himself for the confrontation that was bound to follow. Stella didn’t understand the depth of his and his mother’s bond, and her impatience only served to widen the rift between them. 

They made their way to his mother’s room, and Timothy’s heart ached at the sight of her frail form lying in the hospital bed. She looked up, her eyes lighting up with a faint smile as she saw her son. 

“You’re here,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. 

He leaned down to kiss her cheek gently, placing the bouquet of fresh flowers he had brought on the windowsill. “Of course, Mom. How are you feeling today?” 

His mother’s eyes brimmed with affection as she looked at him. “I’m hanging on. 

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thanks to you.” 

Stella, who had been standing by impatiently, couldn’t help but voice her annoyance. “Timothy, can we at least make this quick?” 

Timothy’s jaw clenched as he fought to contain his irritation. “Stella, show somet respect. This is my mother.” 

His mother intervened, her voice soft but tinged with sadness. “It’s alright. I’m a bit boring when I’m ill.” 

Timothy shot Stella a glare before tugging the silver bangs out of Lydia’s eyes. “No, Mom. You’re the life of the party.” 

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Stella’s impatience grew, her voice sharp. “This is ridiculous. We have things to do.” 

His mother smiled at Stella, her tone gentle. “Dear, don’t be so hard on him. Family comes first, you know?” 

Stella, however, seemed uninterested in making conversation with Lydia. She looked away and folded her arms. 

“Stella, how long have you and Timothy been together?” Lydia asked anyway. 

Stella’s response was short and uninterested. “Not long.” 

Lydia tried to keep the conversation going, her tone polite. “So, how did Timothy propose?” 

Stella’s irritation with the questions was apparent, and she answered tersely. “Romantically. We’re having a baby, and he wanted to do the right thing by marrying sooner rather than later.” 

Lydia’s expression turned thoughtful as she considered Stella’s response. She leaned in closer, her voice filled with a hint of sarcasm. “Ah, a baby. How wonderful. It’s always good to have a reason to rush into things.” 

Stella’s patience was wearing thin, and she responded sharply. “We love each other, if that’s what you’re implying.” 

Lydia couldn’t resist pushing further, the sarcasm more abundant now. “Of course, dear. Every act of love should be rushed into, especially when there’s a baby involved.” 

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Stella’s eyes narrowed as she retorted, her tone biting. “Are you suggesting something?” 

Lydia’s sarcasm only deepened as she continued to probe. “Well. I’m just wondering how many of these ‘acts of love‘ were actually Timothy’s doing. I mean, are you even sure it’s Timothy’s seed?” 

Timothy winced at the implication, and it seemed to shock Stella as well. Unfortunately, the accusation was off the mark. 

“Actually,” he chimed in before Stella could start, “the paternity test confirmed that I’m the father.” 

Lydia was visibly distraught, her voice filled with disappointment. “Timothy. I expected better of you. You’re really following in your father’s footsteps.” 

Stella, stung by Lydia’s words, defended their relationship with a riote of anger. “How dare you suggest that there’s no love between us?” 

Lydia’s judgment was unwavering. “I just hoped that you wouldn’t make the same mistakes your father and I did, bringing children into a marriage without love.” 

Before he could respond, Lydia went on. “And you’re condemning that child to a life with that dreaded woman you’ve brought in here.” 

Timothy’s stalled at his mother’s words. “I’m doing the right thing,” he said slowly. hoping he’d convince himself. “You would’ve wanted me to take responsibility before.” 

Lydia’s tears continued to flow, her voice filled with sorrow. “I want what’s best for you, Timothy, above all else.” 

Suddenly, she reached over, grabbing his wrist and tugging him closer with a surprising amount of strength. “You have to tell me. There’s someone else, isn’t there?” 

Timothy shut his eyes. “Mom…” 

“You couldn’t stop talking about her,” she continued anyway. “It was always about finding Evie again, making things right with her.” 

Her words echoed in Timothy’s mind and he couldn’t help but recall those desperate days. When Evie had told him that she’d used him for fun, it had 

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actually affected him. He had yet to meet someone that would grip his heart like that again. 

He doubted he ever would. 

Stella’s impatience reached its peak, and she abruptly turned to Timothy, her voice laced with irritation. “We should leave, Timothy. There’s nothing more to be said 

here.” 

Timothy kept still, feeling a profound sense of disquiet. Somehow, he couldn’t. move beneath his mother’s mournful gaze. 

Stella’s anger flared, and she marched over to Timothy. “I said, let’s go!” 

She grabbed Timothy’s arm and pulled at him, but he didn’t give. Instead, he pulled himself free from her grasp and placed a hand over his mother’s. 

“I’ll be back later this week,” he told her gently, though she was still in tears. When it didn’t seem like she would give him a response, he decided to leave her alone.