Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: 387- Pills

Valerie kissed her mom’s forehead and waved goodbye. She went to the living room where Flint was sitting in the rocking chair, watching the kids who were watching some movie.

She looked at the kids fondly. Marissa always made sure to let them stay in their room whenever she was around. She always tried her best to avoid facing her nieces and nephew.

Sometimes she wanted to talk to them and play with them like a normal aunt would do. But alas!

She was responsible for the mess and hence deserved to be kicked out of their lives. The little girl whose name was Ariel resembled her a lot. While watching the movie, her index finger was slowly rolling the hair strand around her finger. Something she had taken from Valerie. Valerie thought with a proud smile.

"Hello," she waved at the kids like she was their childhood buddy. The kids just gave her a non-interested gaze.

Flint was regarding her with a hawk-like stare.

"No need to talk to them," he yelled, "They are already disturbed!"

Disturbed? She thought with a frown.

"Why are they disturbed?" before Flint could respond to her meanly, a child who looked a little older than Alex and Ariel spoke to her without moving his eyes off the TV screen.

"Today is Abigail’s surgery!"

Abigail’s surgery? And no one thought to inform me?

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Abigail’s surgery was supposed to take six hours, but eight hours had passed and there was no sign of Dr. Sanders.

Marissa was trying her best not to get a panic attack. For that purpose, she was forcing herself to meditate.

"Why is he not coming out?" she asked Sophie who had worry lines on her forehead.

"Sometimes procedures take time, Mar. They have to be extra cautious," she patted Marissa’s back, but her statement wasn’t convincing.

I can’t afford to lose her. A random thought crossed Marissa’s mind.

"R-Rafael..." she turned to hold his shirt, "Can you ask someone around?" Rafael’s eyes dipped to her face, and he just nodded.

"Give it some more time, strawberry. Let’s not worry them,"

"Why? Shouldn’t we ask what is going on with our daughter?" she was being unreasonable here.

"Shouldn’t we allow them to focus on our daughter? To keep their full attention to help her recover faster?" he tried to reason with her while his own heart was thudding wildly in his chest.

Mom. You promised me. Please ask God not to take my daughter. She is too small for this.

He remembered the dream he had the previous night. He was hanging with that string. He already lost his parents and now he didn’t want to lose anyone else.