My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Lydia
“The doctor said it would be in two months,” I said, then shook my head to show that I couldn't wait. I can't wait for two months.
She picked my hand, “No, you won't have to wait.” There was nothing she could do about this.
“I didn't spend all that time trying to build my business. I have built connections worldwide, and the medical field is one of the many places I have connections. I didn't pay for the less privileged medical expenses and made all those donations for nothing.”
I tried to smile at the tone she used.
She had built hospitals, offered assistance, raised funds and all for the sick.
She is a kind woman. This woman gave birth to me.
She placed her hand on my face. “Do you trust me?” She asked, and I nodded.
“Then don't flatter because of this. This shouldn't be enough to make you bend.” She stated sternly.
“I know.” I inhaled a scent of breath.
“You just bagged a huge contract, but I haven't seen the glow you always had when you hit a goal. It's hurtful to watch you lose happiness in the things that mean most to you.”
But what can I do? The news had taken something away from me.
A transplant was not the end of the world. Melanie will survive, but the thought that my little girl had to go through this didn't sit well with me.
Even the news that I got the contract wasn't enough to lift my mood.
“This revenge and everything will be meaningless if I lose my daughter,” I said.
“You won't lose her.” She spoke immediately as though my words were a bad omen.
“Well, we comb through all the hospitals in the world; we can't allow your happiness to die down.” She was right.
I had to keep a clear head.
Nothing will happen to Melanie.
“Will you be attending the party tomorrow?” She asked.
There's a party to celebrate the contract I got. I had told Mia earlier that I wasn't interested in the party.
“Maybe.”
Before she left my room, she placed a kiss on my forehead, and I felt like a little girl again, but this time, I wasn't living in the orphanage alone.
I had someone beside me.
My mother.
When I woke up at night and reached for the jug in my room, I sighed, discovering it was empty.
I had to go down to get water.
My hands moved the duvet from my body, and I sat straight. Sliding my feet into my slides, I stood and walked towards the door.
I yawned as I closed the door behind me, rubbing my sleepy eyes with the back of my hand.
After getting water, I was walking past Mom's study but paused when I heard her speaking on the phone.
Her door was slightly opened.
I moved closer. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I couldn't stop myself.
Her voice was low. She was on call, but I could make out some words.
“She's my granddaughter… yes… five years old… I sent her details already…. Of course… you know you owe me one…”
I placed my hand over my mouth, stopping the whimper that threatened to escape.
Overwhelmed with so much emotion, I walked back into my room. My eyes were blurred from unshed tears.
I felt grateful.
Maybe my divorce with Mason wasn't bad. Maybe Victoria was actually a blessing in disguise rather than a villain.
What was supposed to be the end of me opened a better door for me.
I do not want to admit, but she has some credit to take for reuniting me with my mother.
The next day, Mom woke me up with good news.
“She found three kidneys that are likely compatible with Melanie. They just have to carry out a few tests to pick the most suitable one,” She said.
But I could hear the unspoken words, ‘I told you that we'll get over this. I told you that everything would be fine.’
Her news not only made my day but empowered me for the rest of the day.
I sang under my breath as I made food for Melanie and Liam.
I got dressed and left for the office, leaving the twins in Mom's care, who had refused to leave their side.
Mia stepped into the office.
I raised my head from my laptop. She walked towards me and placed a cup of coffee on the table.
“Thank you.” she nodded and smiled.
“You seem to be in a good mood. I like seeing this side of you.” She said.
“Of course,” I stated.
“So, about the party. It's today. It begins in three hours. I haven't declined the invitation in hope that you'll change your mind.”
Oh, shoot.
Mom spoke about it yesterday. I can't believe I forgot about it again.
“What do you say? Should I decline the invitation?” She asked. Before I responded, she added, “Mr. Mason Woods would be there, and Mr. Marcus would be there too.” Mia sent me a knowing look.
I twisted my lips to the side.
“I think you already have an answer to that,” I said, and her smile widened.
“Yes! I knew you'd go. I picked your dress, shoes, bag, and jewelry; everything is ready.” From the excitement in her voice, one would think the party was being hosted for her.
She cleared her throat, “Your schedule is also clear.”
“Thank you, Mia.” She keeps me so well.
“You can treat me to dinner if you are thankful.”
After she left, I quickly went through some documents and completed what I had begun.
I stood pushing my chair back. This party wasn't a bad idea. But was I ready to meet Marcus? I still remember our last conversation and how I had turned him down.
Just as I was thinking, my phone rang, and his name was displayed on the screen.
Think of the devil.