The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 45

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 45: Who's That Woman

Sean POV

When I walked back into the hospital rannt, I was surprised to hear andma laughing-really laughing.

Angela had clearly told her some joke. But instead of feeling relieved

light knot formed in my chest.

The more Angela and Grandma bonded, the more unsettled I felt. It was as if the closer they grew, the harder it would be to tell Grandma about the divorce.

What if she took it badly?

What if it made her so upset that she collapsed again, like before?

The thought made me wince.

As I stood there in the doorway, lost in my worries, Grandma noticed me. Her face brightened when she saw me. "Ah, there you are. she said, her voice soft with affection.

"How a are you feeling, Grandma?" I asked, walking over to her bedside. "Are you hungry?"

Grandma waved me off with a smile. "Angela already made sure I'm taken care of. She's having mushroom soup sent up." She patted Angela's hand, clearly proud of her.

"As long as I can see you both, I'm fine."

Not long after, the nurse brought in the soup. Angela immediately took charge, gently feeding Grandma herself.

There was something about the way Angela cared for Grandma that made her seem like she was already a part of the family.

Once Grandma finished her soup, she sat back against her pillows, her gaze softening. "You two should head back to the office now, she said, sounding almost guilty. I've wasted your whole day."

"Grandma, how could spending time with you be a waste?" I said. My frustration with the situation was starting to show.

calm. "We're happy to be here with you, not just because it's our responsibility. You need to get

be ready for

or not... it doesn't really matter. I don't want to be

don't say that,

warned me that if she didn't have the surgery, she might not make

this. You don't have much

spoke to Grandma gently."What if we bring you home to stay with us? It'll be better here. You'll be

your house isn't like a nursing home. There's no one there to look after me the

soft sigh, she lay

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didn't want to pressure her doynuose. She needed rest, and I wasn'bout to disturb that. I motioned for Angela to follow me out of the

we stepped into the hallway, Angela's frustration

Can't you

she doesn't want to come back with us, Angela. She

rubbed

gone to handle the divorce paperwork this morning. We should've been

cracked

Angela wasn't angry with me-she was blaming Herself. Her guilt was weighing

her. I'll

packed up and for the housemaid to prepare her room. I even bought a bouquet of her favorite tulija. An

asked, a smile

the driver bring your things home," I said. "You're coming with

didn't ask for my permission!" Grandma grumbled, though her

he staying here tonight anyway." Angela

all-she was happy we were there. As much as she pretended to resist, I could see that she was relieved to have us by

Grandma may have seemed independent, but deep down, she was scared of the surgery and longed to be

drive home, the mood lightened. Angela and Grandma chatted and laughed, their conversation easy and full of

phone rang. It was

mother

and Angela here, I'm in good hands,"