Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: 368- Someone Else

He had packed most of the items in the huge cartons.

"Daddy! Can I keep my doll in the backpack?" His daughter asked him, and he wanted to hug her and cry.

"Yes, sweetheart. You can!" His daughter got happy and hugged his legs tightly, "You are the best father in the world!" She ran away after informing him and Gabriel closed his eyes.

But I was never a good husband to your mom. He thought in pain.

All Naila ever wanted from him, was his time and honesty. He couldn’t give her both but now he needed to move away from this city.

Police might not be convinced but he was aware Nina was the culprit.

She could harm his kids too and he didn’t want that. His kids already lost their mom and now he didn’t want them to lose their dad too.

It was time to wear big daddy pants and be there for them.

"Dad. I have helped my siblings to pack up their bags. Now we all need to sleep to get up early," his six-year-old son informed him.

"Thanks, buddy!" Gabriel offered him his hand for a high-five, and the little boy jumped a little to hit it. His son had started acting like a father to his younger siblings.

I wish I was this considerate when you were alive. He told Naila’s framed picture and then tossed it in a suitcase.

No one was informed about their departure. Nor did he meet any friends to say goodbyes.

Once he would leave the city, he would never get in contact with anyone.

He rubbed his chin and thought of Nina who liked him based on his looks otherwise her husband was a smart man.

He felt sorry for Sheila and wished he could warn her. Nina wasn’t an innocent being and would never hesitate to harm that child.

"I messed up all of this!" he sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hair in his fists.

"I wanted to be a James Bond and told Nina about Shane’s secret life. For her, it was OK if she was cheating on her husband. But it was not OK if he had fallen for a woman."

"I wish I could meet Sheila,’ he suddenly got up in agitation, "I wish I could warn her."

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Sheila stepped out of her room and started descending the stairs. She wanted to see her son. How was he coping up with the death of his father? He needed his mom by his side.

Her heart was heavy as she hadn’t seen Alex for the last few days. She brushed her hands over her skirt as she made her way downstairs.

She could hear the quiet hum of the voices from the living room, drawing her attention. On shaking legs, she entered the living room where Alex was sitting on the couch beside Nina. His small hands were clutching a piece of toast.

"Come on, little one. Take a bite," Nina coaxed Alexander gently.

Sheila took a hesitant step towards her son. Something was extremely wrong on his face.