Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 477

Chapter 477: 477- Nobody
Aniya’s

eyes fluttered as she felt a little warmth in her limbs. Her head felt heavy,

“Urgh,” she groaned in pain. She heard the rustling of fabric before someone

pressed her wrist.

“Hello,

ma’am,” a woman’s gentle voice reached her ears, “Thank God, you’re awake. Mr.

Sinclair just went out for a minute, and it seems you were waiting for him to

leave the room. Haha.”

Aniya

turned her face slightly, her vision got blurry. She wanted to tell the woman

to shut up because her voice seemed to be pounding inside her head.

The

woman was dressed in a nurse uniform and had a smile on her face, “Let me call,

Sir. He will be quite happy to see you, getting back your consciousness,” she

started moving away before Aniya could ask her anything.

Aniya

closed her eyes with a sigh when the door clicked shut. When she opened her

eyes, her gaze shifted around the unfamiliar room.

This

time I’m sure this isn’t a hospital. That antiseptic scent is missing. Instead,

I can feel the smell of … umm… what is it? Yes. Fresh linen…

And

maybe flowers too.

She

looked at the glass wall that was revealing the lush green sprawling garden.

This

time I think I’m in heaven.

Before

she could think of anything else, the door opened again. The man who came

inside stole the breath out of her lungs.

Daddy?

Her

body tensed as she recognized his face. Before moving to Sangua, Lisa had showed

her the pics of Sinclair family. At that time, none of it sparked any memories.

But

now?

Gosh!

She

could hear her own voice from the past in her head.

Daddy!

I want to run!

Daddy!

I can’t drink milk. It’s yuck!

And

then that familiar warm voice reached her ears, “Hey, princess. It’s good for

your bones. Don’t you want to be strong?”

Just

like you, daddy? She

had asked him.

“Yes.

Just like me, Princess,” He had said with a nod before kissing her head and

lifting her in his arms.

All

the past memories kept rushing back to her.

For

a fleeting second, she wasn’t here in this room, but she had transformed back

into that child who used to throw tantrums at her daddy.

The

man’s deep voice pulled her back to reality, “Thank God you are awake.

Otherwise, the doctor had asked me to take you to the emergency, if you don’t

get consciousness before morning,” she could sense the relief in his voice.

He

still had the same aura, the same striking presence that was there so many

years ago.

Time

had barely touched him except those few strands of silver hair near his

temples.

But

there was something else. He didn’t seem to know who she was. Why they all were

acting like that?

Why

couldn’t they recognize her? Mommy kept staring at her in that boutique. And

now daddy was acting like her face didn’t strike a chord from his past.

She

at last parted her lips to speak, “Where am I?”

“You’re

safe,” he assured her and took a chair nearby, “let me know if you are feeling

any headache or pain anywhere. I’ve got instruction from my family doctor to

keep a close eye on you.”

She

swallowed, trying to calm the emotions rising within her, “How did I get here?”

He

was watching her face carefully, “You were running in the hotel lobby and there

was no one near by. I was there to have breakfast with friends but then I had

to bring you here to my place. I’m sorry but I didn’t have any option.”

Aniya

didn’t know how to express her feelings. He carried her again? To bring her

home? Just he used to do when she was little?

Was

she home?

At

last?

“M…

my friends must be getting worried,” she looked around, searching for

something. He was on his toes at once.

“What

is it? Do you want something?” he followed her gaze to see if there was

something he could help her with.

“M…my

phone…”

He

curved down his lips with a faint smile, “You weren’t carrying one, miss…” he

trailed off, expecting her to complete it, “By the way, I’m Rafael Sinclair and

I live here with my wife who needed to attend her office meetings in Sangua

office of our company. Now tell me who you are. I can inform your parents if

that’s what bothering you.”

He

stood close to the bed, with his hands on his hips, waiting for her to speak.

“I’m

Aniya…and I… I don’t have any parents…” she wanted to scream at the top of her

lungs. How to tell them that she was his daughter.

“I

… I was there for an interview…”

“Oh,

I’m sorry!” he clicked his tongue, “So, Aniya. You can stay here as long as you

want, and I can call your friends here who can accompany you…”

Aniya

didn’t want her friends. She wanted nothing. She just wanted this man to hug

her just like he used to do when she was a kid.

“D…

do…” she cleared her throat, “Do you have kids, dadd…Sir?” she stopped herself

on time before calling him sir.

He

might have guessed what she was about to say because his face turned pale and

there was sadness in his green eyes.

“Yes…

I have kids…” before he could speak more, the nurse came inside holding a soup

bowl and Aniya wanted to roll he eyes.

Just

a few days back she had lots of soup in the hospital and now they again wanted

to torture her with the liquid.

Like

I know it’s healthy but why to feed it every time to a patient?

“I’m

sorry… but I don’t feel like eating or drinking anything,” she told the nurse

stubbornly.

“Ma’am.

Your body needs nutrition and by keeping yourself hungry you won’t be doing

yourself a favor,” she was continuously chatting as if she had known Aniya

since childhood. She went to the other side of the bed and placed the bowl

down. She then picked up an apron to tug it around her neck in her shirt.

“Oh,

please,” Aniya placed her palm on her mouth and shook her head, “I don’t want

to eat!”

“B…but

ma’am…” the nurse was getting confused, but Aniya was already feeling weak. She

didn’t have enough strength to fight anyone.

“OK,

please leave,” Rafael Sinclair asked the nurse, “I’ll handle this,” he rubbed

his thumb on his forehead.

“Sir!”

Rafael raised his hand, “Please… wait outside.”

When

the nurse walked out, she had a pout on her face.

Rafael

Sinclair sat on the edge of the bed, “You know how you can faint again next

time you go for an interview? Do you want to give the impression to your

soon-to-be boss that you love passing out? Now be a good girl and open your

mouth, Sweetheart.”

Aniya

felt like he was talking to her five-year-old self.

“B…but

soup…” she struggled to fight him, but he was so gentle that she couldn’t utter

another word.

He

was stirring the soup with the spoon blowing on it softly before bringing it

closer to her lips, “I know you don’t like it. But trust me if you are admitted

to the hospital, their food is worse.”

“I

know…” she drank the soup from the spoon and wiped her lips quickly.

“That’s

like a good girl!” Rafael chuckled, his eyes were filled with amusement,

“You’re intelligent!” he scooped up another spoonful and lifted it again, “Come

on. Just a few more spoons and that’s it.”

Aniya

pressed together her lips. She was hating how this soup tasted and loved how he

was handling her like a stubborn child.

“Come

on. Just a little more. I wish my wife was here. She is a great chef but I, on

the other hand don’t know much about cooking.”

Aniya’s

eyes snapped up to his face. What? Did he…

“You

made the soup?” she asked him. He nodded with a chuckle, expecting her to throw

more tantrums.

But

then he was in for a surprise when she parted her lips without further

arguments.

“It

doesn’t taste bad,” she muttered while wiping her mouth.

“See?

Told you,” Rafael said smugly.

She

huffed but didn’t protest anymore.

“Were

you always this difficult in your childhood?” he asked her and looked for an

extra napkin to hand over to her.

Aniya

who was gulping the liquid, froze.

“Yes,”

she whispered, “I was always the most difficult child,” out of nowhere, lots of

moisture gathered in her eyes. She tried to blink it back.

“I…

I am feeling sleepy,” she quickly came up with the excuse.

“Ok.

Just one more spoon then you can lie back,” he said and offered her another

spoonful. Aniya took it quietly and then slid down to place her head on the

pillow.

Rafael

Sinclair fixed the blanket above her small figure, “Goodnight.”

Today

he didn’t ruffle her hair nor he gave her forehead a kiss before leaving.

Covering her face with the blanket, Aniya cried.

How

is it possible! Nobody remembers me.