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.

to be here with you, not just because it's our responsibility.

be ready

head. "I'm getting old, dear. Whether I have the surgery or

say that, I said

me that if she didn't have

talk about this. You

stay with us? It'll be better here. You'll be more comfortable, and we'll

home. There's no one there to

soft sigh, she lay back down, clearly

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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

stepped into

this? Can't you see how much stress she's under about the

doesn't want to come

I rubbed my temples,

nursing home yesterday. And we shouldn't have gone to handle the divorce paperwork this morning. We

cracked

me-she was blaming Herself. Her guilt was weighing

talk to her. I'll convince her to come

be packed up and for the housemaid to prepare her room. I even bought a bouquet of her favorite tulija. An hour later, Angela and I returned to Grandma's room, where she looked up,

are you two doing here?" she asked, a smile tugging at

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

ask for my permission!" Grandma grumbled, though her yes

Sean. You won't he staying here

but the smile on her face said it all-she was happy we were there. As much as she pretended to resist, I could see

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

mood lightened. Angela and Grandma chatted and laughed, their conversation easy and full of warmth. For the first

drive, my phone rang. It was

mother that the surgery would be delayed and that she shouldn't worry about rushing back

Angela here, I'm in good hands," Grandma said, her