My Baby's Daddy

Meanwhile, Richard sat at the foot of the bed with his brows knitted together. His piercing gaze lingered on Angela, and in his eyes showed tender concern that had not been there before.

“The both of you can leave,” he said to his subordinates. “Let me know as soon as you have any news on her mother.’

“Got it. We’ll leave Miss Meyers to you then, Richie, Trevor replied, pulling Jared out of the infirmary and back to the conference room.

While making their way down the corridor, Trevor sighed again and said, “I bet Richie’s really beating himself up over this. He did promise Miss Meyers that he’d keep her family safe, but now, her mother’s lying in the hospital after a terrible car crash.”

way she was looking at him earlier, and I swear she hates his guts. If anything were to happen

not come true. The last thing they wanted was for Angela to hate Richard now that they sensed

on an IV, and the catheter had been inserted into her arm through a needle. Richard sat next to the bed, his silhouette straight and stiff as his dark gaze locked on the unconscious girl under the covers. It was hard to tell what was on his mind, but anyone

open. The first thing that came to her mind was her mother struggling for her life in a hospital somewhere, and the thought

to her, followed by a hand pressing down firmly on

looked down at the needle pushed under her skin and demanded in a watery

the needle. He was supposed to apply pressure to stop the bleeding the moment the needle was out, but Angela was in such a rush that she lifted the