My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 61

Christina 

Dad's solicitor found George? Which meant it was a matter of time before he found Mom and me. If he traced us successfully, I didn't doubt they would follow him soon. The only question was, when? 

I slumped onto the empty chair beside her bed, staring at Mom and Pol. What was I going to do? 

"Christina," Mom called out, her voice full of worry. 

I just stared at her, unsure what to say or do. I knew there would come a day when they would find me, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, especially when my life was a complete shit show. With Mom's condition, we couldn't even run from there and hide somewhere else. 

"Christina, are you alright?" Pol nudged my shoulder. 

"I… I.. am okay," I gulped the lump in my throat. 

"You need to fight them, Christina. You can't hide from them forever," Mom insisted, clutching my hand.

Mom didn't understand how dangerous they were and the extent of their power. If they could get rid of Dad, a Member of the House of Commons, without raising any suspicion, it would be a cakewalk for them to get rid of Aiden and me. 

"You know, Mom, I can't afford to be found by them. Aiden and I are alive only until we are hiding," I said, rubbing my temples. 

That day couldn't get worse. All I wanted was to return home, have a cup of hot chocolate, and curl up into bed. But I think sleep was no longer an option as my mind went into overdrive. 

"You need to reach out to him, Christina. He will help you if you tell him the truth," Mom squeezed my hand, insisting in a firm voice. 

"Mom, I can't go to him, and you know it," I cried, agitated. 

Mom needed to understand he wasn't an option. He never was. He was the reason that I had been hiding for so many years. How could I approach him and tell him, "Hey, I had your kid three years ago, and now we need protection from the people hunting us." 

I couldn't even imagine how it would go down. He might kill me for hiding his son from him. 

"Then what are you going to do now?" Pol inquired. 

"I don't know, Pol. I need to process this information first. What did George say to the Solicitor?" 

"He lied that you have never been in touch with any of us," Pol answered. 

"How did he find Goerge?" I couldn't help but ask the question. 

"He got his number from the ballet company your Mom used to work in New York. The ballet manager said that he had been bugging him for a long time for the contact details of your mom, but he never gave them to him. The manager retired last month, and I think the solicitor got the number from the new manager," Pol gave the detailed answer, and I sighed in relief. 

Dad might have told his lawyer where Mom worked after their divorce. It was strange that it had taken him four years to reach Mom. The old manager of the ballet company was an honest man and hadn't shared Mom's contact details with anyone. He had known Mom for years and had a specific idea about our circumstances. But for the new manager, it would have been an opportunity to make easy money. 

"Did he believe Goerge?" I asked Pol with a sinking heart. 

"I don't know. George said he tried to be as nonchalant as possible but isn't sure if the man believed him," Pol replied. 

Even if the solicitor got suspicious, finding them here in Chicago would take him some time. If I succeeded in admitting Mom to hospice care and cut off contact with Pol and George for a while, it would put him off. The problem was, where was I supposed to get the money for the hospice care?