Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: 381- Long Awaited Surgery

A nurse asked them to follow her to Dr. Sanders office. They were here to talk to the surgeon and for that purpose, they needed to show him Abigail’s latest reports.

On the doctor’s insistence, they had brought Abi too.

"Do they have a zoo?" She asked Marissa who was trying her best not to show the worry on her face.

"No, sweetheart. It’s a hospital," she told her and held her daughter’s hand in her cold ones.

"Daddy! Mommy is so cold!" She took Marissa’s hand in her small ones. Rafael held Marissa’s other hand and kissed it.

"Hey, love," he looked at Marissa’s face in concern, "Are you alright?"

Marissa nodded nervously. She wanted to run out of this building.

"I’m good. It’s just... I’m still not ready for all this..." she chuckled, and Rafael pulled her into him, pressing a kiss on her head.

"I know," he whispered, "but we need to be strong for her sake," he tilted his head towards Abi, who was walking ahead, "Don’t you want her to play sports in the future?"

The nurse leading the way, took so many turns in different hallways that Marissa had almost lost her sense of direction. She was just following her blindly.

"This way, ma’am," the nurse gestured towards the clinic door that had a nameplate of Dr. Sanders fixed on it, "Sir is busy with a patient. He’ll be here in a while."

They nodded while taking the seats opposite the doctor’s desk. The nurse held Abi’s hand and kneeled near her, "Would you like to try something from our canteen?" she then turned to the couple, "Can I take her to the kiddy canteen? Our administrators set that up, especially for our kids’ ward."

A smile broke on the child’s lips when Marissa allowed her with a nod, "Sure, go ahead."

***

The doctor’s office smelled faintly of disinfectant. Dr. Sanders was a tall man who was in touch with Marissa for the last two years for Abigail’s surgery.

He knew Abigail’s condition and was popular for the hundred percent success rate of such surgeries.

Leaning back in his chair, he scanned Abigail’s reports. He flipped through a few pages, then paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Mr. And Mrs. Sinclair," he began, setting the papers down gently, "I won’t sugarcoat this. Abigail needs to be admitted tonight. We need to get everything prepped for surgery first thing in the morning."

"Tonight?" Marissa’s hand tightened around Rafael’s as she heard what the doctor was saying. They were here to postpone the surgery for a few days.

Abigail, who might be getting bored by now, looked over, "Mommy. Daddy. Are we staying here longer?" she must have sensed the tension in the room. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}