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.

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

be

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

that,

she didn't have the surgery, she might

about this. You

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

no one there to look after me the way

she lay back down, clearly

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Who's That

didn't want to pressure her doynuose. She needed rest, and I wasn'bout to disturb

into the

Can't you

come back with us, Angela. She

rubbed my temples, trying

have left her at the nursing home yesterday. And we shouldn't have gone to

voice cracked with

then that Angela wasn't angry with me-she was blaming Herself. Her

said softly. "Til talk to her.

housemaid to prepare her room. I even bought a bouquet of her

are you two doing here?" she asked, a

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

permission!" Grandma grumbled,

to Sean. You won't he staying here tonight anyway." Angela

allowed us to help her out of bed. She grumbled a bit more, but the smile on her face said it all-she was happy we were there. As much as

but deep down, she was scared of the surgery and longed to

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

phone rang. It

answered the phone with a calm, reassuring tone, telling my mother that the surgery would be delayed and that she shouldn't worry about rushing

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