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