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The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 19

Aidan's POV

Mom called me. She said she wants to see me but I didn't want to go home because I am not ready to see my father after the heated argument between us the other day.

Mother said it was urgent and I wonder what it can be, I just hope she is fine, deciding to go see her the following week.

It is a Monday morning and I have a lot on my desk. I was informed that the date for the award has been announced already and it is fast approaching. I am not taking any action towards it yet, I am just hoping I will be lucky to get the award.

I am trying to finish up my work for today so I can go to a business meeting in Boston. My flight has been booked for 2 pm. My phone rings and I pick it up, shifting my gaze from the laptop in front of me.

"Good day, boss. Mr. Tristan is here to see you", Chloe informs me.

"Let him in", I tell her and drop the phone. I continue my work, expecting Tristan. It's been three days since I gave him the job, I never expected it would take him this much time.

A few minutes later, Tristan comes in. He is dressed in a white t-shirt and blue faded jeans trousers with black sneakers. He smiles at me.

"You can sit", I tell him. He sits down in front of me as I relax back in my chair with folded arms, waiting for him to tell me what he found out.

"Evelyn Gomez is currently unemployed", he starts.

I shake my head, with a smile. "No wonder she is desperate to have me marry her daughter. Stupid woman!" I say inwardly.

Tristan continues. "Her daughter is in college but has been absent from school for some days now. I think she is sick or something."

I am not really interested in knowing about the daughter. I just want to know who Evelyn is but when he says she is sick, it pricks my interest.

Is she seriously ill and the mother doesn't have money to pay for hospital bills? I ask myself.

"How do you know she is sick?" I question him, leaning forward with a curious look on my face.

"Her friend, Pamela, drove her to the hospital on Friday, the same day her mother came here. I followed them there till they left the hospital. I wanted to gather enough information, that's why I didn't come earlier to tell you what I had found."

"Ok, what about the mother?"

"They went to the hospital together", He answers me.

"I mean what else did you find out about her?" He isn't giving me enough data about her. That is why I gave him the job in the first place. I have no business with her daughter yet.

"I didn't find much about her. She is poor and uneducated. She only has one child who happens to be Anna. I also think Anna is pregnant."

"You think?" I am disappointed at his level of unprofessionalism. I don't like guesswork.

"Yes, there is a high probability that she is pregnant", he responds.

"How do you know that?"

"I went into the hospital and pretended to be one of the patients waiting to see the doctor. I overheard Pamela's conversation.

She was on the phone with someone and I heard her saying the word "pregnancy."

I am becoming interested in knowing about her. It is obvious Evelyn is honest about her daughter's pregnancy but something is still unknown....whether the baby is mine or not.

I am about to voice that out when Tristan remarks. "I also heard the word abortion from Pamela."

"What?" I exclaim. They want to abort the baby. I know I am not supposed to be bothered about it but I don't want the baby to be aborted if it is really mine.

"Yes."

"What other thing did you find out?" I ask.

"That is all for now, boss."

"What about the camera I ask you to get from the Exclusive club?" I demand from him.

"There is no camera in the washroom. They only have CCTV at the entrance of the club. I went into the washroom myself to inspect it but I found nothing."

I feel relieved and a bit worked up. I am relieved that there is no camera in there that can reveal what actually happened between Anna and me that night and I am also bothered because of what Evelyn said.

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