Billionaire Maid

23.

23

"Don't think for one minute you're moving without telling Rafael about the baby. I would walk up straighten to that mansion and tell him myself. " My mother shouts following me to my bedroom.

Since I told her about moving to New York she doesn't want to hear anything I say. All she keeps saying is I'm going to the mansion to tell Rafael.

"Mother I am going to tell him but I want to move. I've already gotten an apartment and the job. " I say wanting to pull my hair from its roots.

"I have told you Dolores you are not moving because I am not moving. You are going to have these babies here." She says walking out of the room slamming the door. Oh that's her reason.

I sit on my bed and my phone begins to ring.

It's Rafael. What the fu.ck does he want? I press the red button not picking his call and then Mr King begins to call me.

I sigh. Why am I involved with everyone in this family?

"Hello. Mr King. " I say as pick up the call.

"Dolores.." My breathing stops at Rafael's voice. He sounds like it's hard for him to speak. He sounds broken and devastated.

The way he sounds moves my heart like he's hurt or something bad has happened. I start panicking and I'm quick to answer.

"Rafael. What's wrong?" I ask hating the way my voice sounds.

"Its Marie. " He pauses. Marie. Last time I spoke to her she went to visit her daughter. Oh no. What's wrong with Marie ?

He answers my unspoken question.
"She was found in the kitchen with a puddle of blood under her head. " What? No! This can't happen to Marie. Not when she was getting happy. My eyes begin to water. I wonder how Mr King must be feeling. How ironic.

"She's in a critical condition and the reason I called you is because she asked to see you. Marie wants to see you Dolores. "

"Okay. I'm on my way. I'll be right there." I say dashing the tears in my eyes.

"Please hurry. She's going in and out of consciousness. " He says and hangs up.

I stand up from the bed and put on a pair of slippers. I walk out of the room .

"Mother can you drive me to the hospital? " I say looking at her.

I don't think of what I said and her eyes widen immediately as she walks to me.

"Dolores are you okay? What's wrong?" She asks touching my arm.

"I'm fine mother." I say moving from her touch still annoyed at her ranting.

"I'm going to see Marie ." I say as I move to walk out the door.

"Okay ." She calls. "I'll be right out."

We sit in the car on our way to the hospital in uncomfortable silence.

The air is thick with tension because of our previous argument.

"Dolores...I'm not trying to go against what you want." She says, her voice laced with concern.

When I don't reply she continues.
"I know you can make your own decisions and I'm not controlling you. I just don't want you to raise your kids alone. Trust me it's not easy raising one child alone but you're going to have three kids. " She says turning left to look at me. She frowns , recalling a memory.

"Your children will want a father. Trust me you will end up regretting destroying your relationship forever. " She says her voice is serious and mama is no more teasing or joking.