Chapter 21 It’s Twins
Maryanne lay back, her voice soft, a wistful note in her tone. “It’s been nearly four months now.”
On the eve of Cristofer’s departure, he held her close throughout the night, their lovemaking consuming hours until the early hours of the morning.
He’d confessed he couldn’t bear leaving her, and even that evening, his whispered endearments filled the air.
That very night, the child had been conceived.
A fleeting pang flickered in Maryanne’s eyes. She closed them, submitting to Laura’s gentle examination.
A quiet suspicion gnawed at her, yearning for confirmation.
Laura carefully lifted Maryanne’s shirt, applying the cool ultrasound gel, her eyes fixed intently on the monitor’s display.
A moment passed, then Laura’s eyes welled with unmistakable excitement. “Ms. Nelson, it’s twins.”
Maryanne’s eyes flew open, mirroring her silent suspicion. The confirmation surged through her, an undeniable wave of inner excitement she couldn’t contain.
She sat up, wiping the residual gel from her skin, a rare, radiant smile gracing her lips. “Laura, thank you. I’ll tend to Rodrigo’s treatment now. For now, this pregnancy must remain our secret.”
Laura nodded eagerly. “Understood, Ms. Nelson. We’ll check in every
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two weeks. I already adore the twins so much.”
Maryanne felt the same overwhelming tenderness. Eased by the promise of the children growing within her, the sharp pang of Cristofer’s hurt seemed to soften.
While Laura prepared the medical kit for therapy, Maryanne assessed Rodrigo. As she’d suspected, his condition had improved.
The severe brain damage and internal organ ruptures had mostly healed, though the path forward depended entirely on his will to awaken.
After the therapy session, Maryanne turned to Laura. “Laura, play news clips for him daily. Monitor his brain activity closely and report your findings to me each day.”
Laura nodded. “Alright, Ms. Nelson. Stefanie is back. May I go out front to see her?”
Maryanne said, “Of course, from now on you can have your meals out front too, and you and Stefanie can support each other.”
A bright smile lit Laura’s face. “That’s wonderful.”
Maryanne carried her things back towards the front yard.
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Meanwhile, Latoya was a bundle of nerves. She immediately called her father.
“Dad, they’ve cleared Maryanne. The video proves Mariana stole the documents. It was deleted, wasn’t it? So how did Maryanne get her hands on it?”
She’d already pressed someone in the IT department, who confirmed it
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was unrecoverable. So, where had Maryanne found that footage?
“Latoya, relax. I’ve handled everything. Cristofer won’t be able to trace it back to us. Has he uncovered anything we’ve done recently? Your most crucial task now is to marry Cristofer and secure your place in the Jimenez Group.”
Hearing her father’s assurances, a measure of calm washed over Latoya.
As long as it couldn’t be traced back to them, they were safe.
“Latoya, what are you doing?” A cold voice cut through the air behind her.
She spun around sharply, coming face–to–face with the tall man. His gaze was glacial, his imposing presence radiating an almost tangible sense of danger.
The memory of her recent phone call flashed through her mind, and she involuntarily shivered.
“Cris, what are you doing here?” She managed, forcing herself to compose. Then, she quickly stepped closer, feigning affection as she linked her arm with his.
Cristofer’s gaze flickered briefly over her hand, indifferent. “There’s a banquet tonight. You’re attending with me.”
A sweet smile graced Latoya’s lips as she nodded eagerly. “Okay, Cristofer. I’ll go change right away. Pick me up later. You’re so good to me, and it truly warms my heart. I love you, Cris.”
Sunlight caught the sharp lines of his profile, casting him in a stark, enigmatic light. His response was a mere grunt, “Mm.”
Seeing his lack of warmth, Latoya felt a familiar pang of disappointment.
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Maryanne returned home and made her way upstairs, intending to rest for a while.
Pregnancy had brought on a profound wave of drowsiness.
That afternoon, refreshed, she came downstairs. Stefanie met her, extending an invitation.
“Ms. Nelson, this is for the three–country business summit. There are fifteen key projects. The chairman specifically requested your presence. It begins at 8 PM; Geovanni will arrange everything beforehand.”
Maryanne glanced at the elegant card, saying calmly, “Hasn’t Maggie returned yet?”
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