Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 466

Chapter 466: 466- Helpless
While driving to the hostel, George was still confused about Anaya. It was past dinner time, and she still hadn’t responded to his calls, nor she was reaching out to him to inform him about her non-availability.

There was something extremely wrong with all this.

He gripped the steering wheel still puzzled about how he would ask Mrs. Eileen about her.

“Damn it. I can’t stay away from you, Anaya, just because you don’t want me there,” he muttered, his jaw tightening.

As he pulled over near the hostel gate, he suddenly felt his heart sinking. An ambulance was stopping right behind his car. His stomach twisted.

Without thinking, he pushed open the door and stepped out, leaving the keys in the ignition.

The guards at the gate recognized him, their brows furrowed but they didn’t stop him. He strode inside, praying that it was not about Anaya.

There seemed to be a little chaos on the ground floor. Shit! He didn’t even know which room was assigned to her.

A group of girls was standing outside a room, whispering anxiously.

“What happened?” his deep voice cut through their whispers.

Several girls standing there, gasped, their eyes widening in surprise. One of the girls voice echoed in the corridor, “Oh, look! Mr. Donovan is here.”

George walked to the same girl and asked in urgency, “Answer me. What happened?”

Just then a girl emerged from the room, her face was streaked with tears. She looked at George with trembling lips, “My friend, Anaya… she is lying unconscious on the floor.”

That’s it! He didn’t wait to hear anymore.

Without hesitation, taking long strides, he pushed past the group and went inside the room. And then he saw her.

“Anaya!” he was on his knees and shook her body, “Anaya!” he patted her soft cheek. The same one that he loved pressing his lips against.

Without waiting anymore, he scooped up her lifeless body in his arms.

“Move!” his voice boomed. Taking long strides, he was carrying the love of his life to his car. The paramedic staff tried taking her limp body from his arms, but he pinned them with a warning glare and carried her to the ambulance.

Forgetting that his car was still there, he settled her on a stretcher of the ambulance and then climbed up to accompany her to the hospital.

He needed to be with her and hold her hand.

***

Olivia and Emma were standing in the cold corridor of the hospital, waiting for their friend to get consciousness.

At some distance, George was sitting on a nearby bench, maybe waiting for the doctor. Anaya was brought to the private wing of this private hospital at George’s insistence.

“I didn’t know he was so kind,” Emma whispered to Olivia, her eyes glued to every muscle of George, like a creep, “his thighs are so strong. The pants are too tight against…”

Olivia snapped her head towards Emma, shooting a glare, “Behave!” she mouthed the word and Emma realized how inappropriate it sounded.

“Sorry. But it’s just that…” she shrugged, still staring at her boss, “I wish I was admitted to the hospital.”

This time Olivia chose to ignore her. Internally she was also impressed by George’s presence.

She had never heard of any boss, present in the hospital for a mere low-key maid. And … and … and he seemed worried too.

Why?

Maybe he was too sensitive. Then why did he always act like a ruthless tyrant?

Her eyes drifted back to him. His white shirt was slightly crumpled, and the top button was undone, revealing his collarbone.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong arms and it seemed he came straight from some meeting… or maybe from a dinner.

The sound of the door opening snapped Olivia out of her thoughts.

The doctor stepped out; he looked tired. Before Olivia and Emma could approach him, George hurried forward. The doctor looked at their anxious faces before taking a measured breath, “We have done whatever was possible…” Olivia felt her knees go weak, “She hasn’t regained her consciousness yet. We’re monitoring her closely. She needs to wake up soon because the next twenty-four hours are quite crucial.”

“Can I see her?” Olivia and Emma’s jaws hung open when George asked the doctor.

“Not now, Mr. George,” the doctor at last smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Once she gets consciousness you can. Until then you need to wait.”

After facing disappointment, Olivia was about to turn away, holding Emma’s hand when George’s next words made her go still, “Just once, Doctor. Please,” Mr. George Donovan was pleading to the doctor.

The doctor kept watching his face and then at last nodded with a sigh, “Just two minutes, Mr. Donovan!”

Like a crazy man, he didn’t even look back and dashed to the room where Anaya was lying unconscious.

“Wow. He is a lady killer. I’m falling for this man, Olivia,” Emma whispered in a daze while Olivia’s eyes were deep in thought.

Okay! What’s going on, Anaya?

***

“Hey!” George was taken aback when he saw her frail figure occupied among the machines and tubes.

He held her hand carefully and sat down on the seat, “Wake up, little dove,” he whispered and brushed his lips against her hand, “What is this? Don’t do this to me.”

Oh. He wished he could call someone. His father was not on friendly terms with him. Nor his stepmom or stepsister.

He was closest to Sinclairs, but what he would tell them.

Hey, I found a girl who reminds me of Abigail.

Marissa would kill him and tell him in a stern tone, “Georgie! Stop following someone who isn’t even there!”

He exhaled, trying to blink back the sting in his eyes but the tears betrayed him, slipping down his face. He tried to swallow the ache in his throat, “I swear, Anaya. If you don’t wake up, I’ll never forgive you,” His thumb was absentmindedly tracing circles on her palm.

For the first time in his life, he felt helpless.