After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant
Chapter 54 Tampered Results.

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Tampered Results.

"And that should round up the last of our examinations." Doctor Bailey announced as he stuffed the last of Gabriel’s blood samples into a test tube and had it properly secured. Grabbing a clipboard, he nudged it in Gabriel’s direction. "Now, all you have to do is sign here, here and here," He pointed at the different places, even having to flip the paper over at some point. "To prove that you gave your consent and permission for the treatments Ashely is going to be receiving."

Gabriel rolled down the last of his sleeves and fixed his wrist buttons, before he reached for the clipboard and offered pen. Taking a brief moment to read through it, he lifted the pen and penned down his signature on the places Doctor Bailey had pointed to, after which he returned the clipboard to the waiting doctor.

"Perfect!" Doctor Bailey exclaimed as he received the signed agreement, tucking the pen in his coat pocket. "That’s all for now. If anything were to come up, I’ll be sure to contact you. You can leave."

Nodding at his words, Gabriel hoped off the bed and exited the examination room.

’Well, that’s one hurdle out of the way,’ he thought, his face however scrunching up when he recalled he had to have a serious talk with Leonica.

But not like he was running away, or even thinking of doing something like that. That serious talk, needed to happen. For God’s sake, who hides the identity of ones son away and even go as far as lying to their face? Tampering with medical test and records?

To what extend exactly was she willing to go just to keep him away from his own child?

And more importantly, why was she going to such lengths?

As if on cue with his thoughts, Leonica’s crying face, when Doctor Bailey had requested Ashely’s father- him- be brought in, flashed in his mind, halting his footsteps.

It was because of him. She had hidden their son away because of...him?

Did she really hate him that much?

What happened to the woman who was more than ready to die for his love five years ago?

The answer was obvious. Seeing her transformation, the hatred she had for him and all, it was clear to him, that that woman was either dead, or had been locked away.

Either one of those two, made Gabriel’s expression fall the moment he considered them.

His moment of absorption was thinly cut through by the familiar sound of his phone’s ringtone.

Feeling around his pocket for a bit, he found the device in his back pocket and pulled it out, unconsciously grimacing at the sight of Angelina’s name written across his caller Screen.

With a deep sigh, he answered the phone and pressed it to his ear.

No less than a second had passed when Angelina’s voice boomed loudly from the other end. “Gabe, where are you!”

Said male had to pull the phone away from his ear for a few seconds to avoid Lossing his ear drums. Once he was sure it was safe to place back, the phone was once more repositioned by his ear.

“Angelina, I’ve told you this, I’m busy. What is it?”

“Busy? Gabe, don’t tell me you forgot?” The brunette from the other end asked, her voice carrying a tint of a whine.

Gabriel thought, long and hard in the short time his brain provided.

Was he missing something?

Her birthday? An anniversary? Perhaps a holiday?

Nah, none of that rang a bell in his mind.

Angelina’s birthday was on the 11th of August and they were merely in march. And as for any anniversary...there wasn’t one, was there?

“Gabe, you didn’t forget, did you?” Angelina repeated once his silence had dragged on for more than five seconds.

“Of course not,” He lied.

And Angelina heard it. He may be Norway’s business prodigy, but Gabriel had several areas he wasn’t perfect in and one of them was lying.

Each time he lied, his voice did this little thing that it dropped an octave lower and he always dragged on the last syllable of his words.

“Gabe, you did forget,” Angelina complained. Gabriel could imagine her already folding her hand across her chest, a pout forming on her lips as she became upset.

But right now that didn’t really matter to him. Ashley was more important. And he needed to get back as soon as possible.

“I apologize, Ange.”

“Hmph. Whatever. Where are you anyways? You’re terribly late and just to remind you, you’re meant to help me pick out our wedding rings today.”

Ah, right! He was meant to do that.

Gabriel barely stopped himself from snapping his finger as he recalled that he had cleared his entire work schedule for this one occasion. However, on the way to the ring shop, he had spotted some deserts in a pastry displace and thought that Angelina would appreciate some.

Coincidentally, the pastry shop had just been opposite the hospital, the very same shop the children had skipped across to, to get ice cream.

He had just parked his car when Ashely stopped him and the entire fiasco happened. During the entire incident, he had completely forgotten that he had someone waiting somewhere for him.

Sighing once more, but not as deep as the previous one, Gabriel turned a corner, leading to Ashley’s room hallway.

“I’m sorry Angelina, I...I’ve been really busy.”

“I understand. So, when are you going to arrive here?”

Gabriel shook his head even though she couldn’t see him. “I won’t be able to make it.”

“What? Why?!”

‘Because I’m not about to leave my son, whose life is in danger and go wedding ring shopping.’

He sighed once more, not spitting out those words, instead he opted for something less harmful.

“A couple of Russian investors just flew in and I have to attend to them. Personally.” He added the last part before she could even suggest him sending Bill in his stead. “Look, I know you...we planned this, but I won’t be able to make it, not today.”

“But,” Angelina was about to protest, but unfortunately for her, Gabriel had glanced at his watch and realized that it was just about the time when Ashely woke up and he had to return fast.

“I’m sorry Ange. I have to go, let’s talk when I’m less busy. Bye...” Without saying any more words, even the most obvious one he always said when ending his call, Gabriel hung up and stopped himself before he sighed once again.

“I love you, huh?” He muttered, recalling Christian’s words.

Those same words that have now left his mind a scrambled mine field. One second he’s sure that the person he loves is Angelina and then the next, he begins to question whether it’s Leonica.

Sure, he felt some sense of attraction towards the former and that aside, he also had a promise to fulfill, one that he had made the moment he woke up and found out that she had saved his life.

That had been the one thing that had kept him running with her and before he knew it, that thing, developed into romance.

But even at that, there was no denying it, the attraction he felt with and towards Leonica, ever since she came back to Norway, far surpassed that of any attraction which he has felt towards Angelina for the past eight years.

And that left him feeling confused.

Lloyd and Christian’s words were no helpers so far.

Sighing before he could prevent it, Gabriel reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out once more when he felt it vibrate.

Clicking it on, his brows narrowed when he saw it was a message from Bill. He quickly accessed it, his expression becoming puzzled upon seeing that the message rather than written words and letters, was a simple picture of...a paternity test?

Clicking the picture open and waiting a few seconds for it to load, Gabriel’s brows first shot up and then dipped in confusion the moment he read the results.

It was the very same paternity test he had applied for, yet the results of this one stated that Gabriel was Ashely’s biological father.

“What the hell...” He muttered, brain swirling in confusion.

If this was the real results, then without a doubt, Leonica had indeed tampered with the result he had gotten.

But the main question was, how?

*~*

“Ahh! If I knew this would have happened I would have canceled that fucking business meeting!” Gripping the roots of her hair, Anastasia ruminates over and over again.

She had been on a business trip in Miami Florida, trying to secure cooperation with a Alvira Winchester, when she got the call that Ashely had been involved in an accident.

Quickly, she took off with her private jet, that mind you, she barely used. And in under five hours, she had touched ground and zoomed off to the hospital.

So here she was, pulling on the roots of her hair and blaming herself for the accident of her Godson that she had no power to prevent.

Leonica had only entertained her friend’s rambling for a while before she spoke up. “It wasn’t your fault, Anastasia.” She sighed tiredly and lowered her head. “It was mine.”

“Now hold up!” Her confession, or better yet, words of self-reproach, caused a sudden out burst from Anastasia. “Your fault? Don’t do that, Leo, don’t go blaming yourself.” Standing up from her chair, she joined the white-ette on the comfortable loveseat. “How were you supposed to know that Ashely would end up in this situation. This isn’t your fault so don’t start that.” She comforted, laying a hand on her friends back.

Much to her surprise, Leonica shrugged her hand off and rose to her feet as if the chair had suddenly become lava.

“But you see, it is!” She protested, pulling out her phone to replace the video Arvan had sent her. “That crash wasn’t an accident.” She added as soon as Anastasia was equipped with enough knowledge to understand where she was coming from.

And with that knowledge, she was livid. Who the fuck dare hurt her Godson, on purpose! No that aside, who the fuck dare to target her best friend?!

“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Leonica’s dry and tired voice cut through her brewing rage, as she sank down into the opposite couch and pushed her messy hair out of the way. “But I’m not totally sure if that attack was aimed at me.” She confessed.

“What? Then who else would be a target?”

Leonica, despite her tired features, threw her friend a look, questioning if that was a question that needed answering.

Three of Norway’s Richest Billionaires, standing unguarded outside of a hospital, there was more than one target in that case and more than one predator to strike.

However, in this situation, all she and Gabriel’s petty enemies aside, there was one person who could have been the real target.

“Arvan,” she voiced.

It took Anastasia a few seconds to process the name that had just left her friend’s mouth and for confirmation’s sakes, she asked. “Arvan Richardson?”

Leonica pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded.

Anastasia was stunned for a few seconds. Her lips parted, intending to say something befitting to her friend, but in the end, she was speechless and clammed her lips shut.

A few minutes of silence had passed before she suddenly asked. “With all this going on, does it mean that Ashely’s identity has been exposed.”

Leonica shook her head. “Not a chance. No one’s aware of Ashely’s identity...yet.” She whispered the last part painfully.

“And Gabriel?”

Leonica rose her gaze at Anastasia’s question. Upon meeting her friend’s serious expression, she swallowed and looked away.

“Gabriel only gets to know what I tell him.” She vaguely confessed, opening her phone once more with the intent of seeing if she could find clues of the accident.

Anastasia however, was about to question her friend further when her eyes caught an approaching figure from Behind Leonica and she clammed her mouth shut.

Leonica quickly noticed the silence and looked at Anastasia, before tracing her gaze and looking behind.

Her expression paled and her eyes fluttered upon seeing Gabriel with a serious expression on his face.

“Leonica, me and you in private, let’s have a talk. Right now.”