Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 484

Chapter 484: 484- Spark
It was getting difficult for her with each passing minute to sit in their company. Now, everything was as clear as day.

For them, she didn’t exist.

They had mourned and buried their daughter a long time back.

That was the reason they were showing their affection but never tried to probe about her past.

They hadn’t forgotten her. They just thought that she was a random girl who reminded them of their dead daughter.

That’s it.

Ever since she woke up in this house, she had been looking for ways to break it to them that she was their own flesh and blood.

But now she wasn’t sure. How would she make them believe? Even if they would try to confirm it from Valerie, that bitchy woman would never tell the truth and could come up with some twisted lies.

After dinner, they all stayed in the garden, seated on the thick Iranian carpet laid on the grass. The servants served them green tea that had a cardamom smell to it.

Aniya was trying her best not to attract any more attention from them, but her face had turned dangerously pale.

“You, ok?” Alex, who had opted to sit close to her, asked in a concerned voice.

“I think… I think I need to rest,” she told Alex with a shaky grin. Sinclair family was already complete without her.

She was no longer needed there.

“Poor girl!” Angela made a pout, “How about I take you to your room?” she offered Aniya. Aniya hesitated a bit and then shook her head.

“No, thanks. I can go by myself,” she started walking away from them.

Placing her half-filled teacup down, she got up on her shaky legs. There was something in the air that was making her struggle to breathe.

Oh, please don’t make me faint. Don’t make me vomit. Don’t make me struggle to breathe due to my respiratory issue. Please, God. Can I go back to my room without disturbing this family? I don’t want to end up in hospital.

It seemed like she made a mistake when she decided to come to Sangua. She didn’t have her birth certificate.

Her adoption papers were with Valerie.

She was empty-handed.

She sensed someone following her and turned her head only to find Angela walking behind her, “I thought to accompany you.”

They were still in the middle of the garden, and Aniya had this sudden urge to puke.

“But I said I can manage. Didn’t I?” this time, she didn’t even smile.

“Whoa, girl. No need to be rude. I was just here to help you!” Angela grinned.

“You’re not needed, now fu*ck off!” Aniya said irritably.

“Anaya!” Marissa had also gotten to them, “What happened?”

“Mrs. Sinclair. Please ask this lady to stay here. I … I need to be alone… please…” Anaya was trying hard to hold back her tears. And that was making her desire to puke right there to another extreme.

“Mom. You and Angela can stay here. I’ll take care of Anaya,” Alex offered Marissa. Anaya found that Rafael had also reached them and had a worried expression on his face.

After that, Alex didn’t wait for a response. When he felt that Anaya was swaying, he stepped forward and scooped her up effortlessly.

Anaya stiffened in surprise, her breath hitched in her throat when Alex carried her as if she weighed nothing.

“Alex!” Angela’s annoying voice reached her ears, “I wanted to help her,” she was whining like a kid, crossing her arms.

Alex didn’t even bother to look back. He didn’t slow down, nor did he acknowledge her protest.

Aniya rested her reeling head against his chest, “I… I can walk… it’s just this steel taste in my mouth,” she mumbled weakly but made no effort to struggle.

“Ahan. And fall flat on your face in our garden? No, thank you. That’s not happening.”

She closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the full day taking over her senses.

By the time they reached her room, her fingers had curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it feebly.

He laid her down on the bed, adjusting the pillows behind her back. But she didn’t stay there and straightened, rubbing her chest, “My mouth… it … it … tastes so bitter… so metallic… like… like blood.”

“Blood?” he frowned, “How do you know the taste of blood?” his gaze was sharp and searching.

Oh, trust me, Alex. That’s exactly how Alaric’s blood tasted when I injured his tongue.

She swallowed, feeling her dry throat. Alex noticed it, “Water?” he asked, glancing around for a glass. But before he could bring it to her, she covered her mouth and ran towards the bathroom.

Alex followed her without hesitation. He found her hunched over the sink, retching her guts out.

Within seconds, she turned and dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, heaving violently.

Without a word, he crouched beside her, one hand rubbing slowly on her back while the other gathered her hair and held it away from her face.

“It’s okay. You’ve got this,” he was murmuring soothing words to her.

Anaya shuddered, gripping the edge of the toilet seat as another wave of nausea hit her. The tears were stinging her eyes as she tried to ignore the sour taste burning her throat.

Great. My first impression, in front of my brother. His long-lost sister is puking her everything out. Yuck!

When the feeling finally subsided, she tagged against the cold floor. Alex didn’t leave her side.

“I’m feeling much better. You can go now,” she said between her pants. Like an obedient kid, he nodded and got to his feet.

However, he was back after two minutes with a washcloth that he had just wetted under the sink before pressing it against her forehead and cheek, “Feeling better?”

She let out a weak, humorless laugh, “I’m feeling great! Thanks!” She showed him a thumbs-up sign, making him grin.

“Wow! The quiet girl who was with me in the garden has actually got some spark. I like that.”