My Baby's Daddy

Maybe I’m just reading too much into this, Naomi told herself.

Meanwhile, Alex arrived at Hayley’s little apartment and found her waiting for him. After a round of passionate tussling, she started asking him about Francis. All he divulged was that Francis had suddenly collapsed and was sent to the hospital for an emergency life-saving procedure.

Hearing about Francis’ situation, Hayley nodded. She was not angry when she sensed how wary and secretive Alex was (toward her, seeing as the end she sought to achieve was for Anastasia and Elliot to call off their engagement.

With Francis still in a coma, Hayley doubted that Anastasia would continue with the engagement; it was not proper in light of the grim situation at present, and besides, the cheerful novelty of her upcoming nuptials would have already worn off by now.

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Anastasia could not sleep. She stood in front of the floor 10-ceiling window and stared out at the hospital across the road. Worry was evident in her eyes, and for each day that

Francis stayed unconscious, she grew even more anxious.

Elliot sighed softly and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let’s get some rest, shall we?”

At this moment, his embrace was the only thing. that kept her grounded when everything else in her life was tossed up in the air. Faith came with the

it was not a restful slumber. Elliot, on the other hand, hardly slept a wink, for he woke up as soon as he

morning and heard Elliot speaking on the phone with Benedict, who had called to tell him that Francis’ condition had not changed much. since

to the hospital my family runs.” I’ll do it,” she said firmly. “I don’t care

gave instructions over the phone. “Bring him. over to the hospital and run

patient transfer paperwork. It wasn’t until she saw her father being wheeled into an idling ambulance that she

just left when Anastasia’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and upon seeing Naomi’s name flashing on the screen, she knew that her stepmother had already

Anastasia demanded fearlessly, sparing no niceties as she picked up the

Your father is in no condition to be moved around willy-nilly! You better pray that he wakes up, because if he doesn’t, then

that might happen,” Anastasia replied. curtly. “He’s my father, and

over his company. That’s it, isn’t it? 1 know exactly how that mind of yours

razzing her up, but her blood still boiled all the same. “I don’t care what you say. All I want