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26. Care

Mr. James knew how to fix his wrongs. He played unfair, but I did not seem to care. I fell for it.

I tried to calm my swooning over him a little bit while we were in Stephen's room.

Stephen was eagerly looking for my mother. He told us that he hacked into some servers or something.

Mr. James was very surprised that his son had computer brains.

Stephen went through my mother's entire file. We looked at every rich family she had given a child to. Some of them looked like me, or my mother. The others looked like their donors. My mother had done the donor egg procedure as well. It felt strange for her, having something foreign in her body like that.

But it was the job.

Mr. James knew most of the families. I found out because the look on his face gave him away.

Finally, we reached her current family. They looked mean. I turned away. I just wanted a phone number, some kind of way to ask her my urgent questions. I wanted to know about my origin.

"Stella..." Stephen began. I did not like the tone in his voice.

"What is it, Stephen?" I asked him. I was scared.

When Mr. James suddenly hugged me tightly, I knew it was serious.

"She is dead, Stella."

I lost balance. I almost fell to the ground. Mr. James held me and saved me from the fall, but he could not stop my tears.

I could not stop crying. There was this was unfixable void in my heart.

My mother was gone...

"Stella, please, calm down," Stephen uttered. It was a demand, but his voice was soft.

Only Mr. James was silent. He held me against his body. Mr. James was literally the only one holding me together.

I was not ready to be alone in this world.

"She died because she was sick," Stephen told me. He continued scanning the site for information.

"My mother never told me she was sick. Even the agency declared her healthy," I told him right away.

This stress was unhealthy for the baby. I knew it. I felt sorry for it. I did, but I could not stop crying. I tried, but then my dead mother appeared in my head and I went back to sobbing. I did not have any tissues. I was a mess.

I wanted to scream.

"Stephen, leave that page. I will call her doctor and ask what we can do to calm her down," Mr. James said. He took my hand and let me out of Stephen's room. I thought he would take me to his office where he would call the doctor, but instead he took me to my room and looked the door behind him.

"You should go," I advised him. "Mr. James, you do not want to see me like this."

"I love you, Stella. I will take care of you right now. You need it." He laid me down on my bed and then helped me put on my pyjamas.

"You love a twenty-year-old, Mr. James? Are you sure?" I asked him. There was spite in my voice. "You are forty three years old and you have a son whose child I am carrying."

"What you just mentioned, will not scare me off. I love you and you feel the same way. From the moment you opened your mouth the day you arrived here, I knew you were special." It felt so real. Mr. James felt so good in my moment of desperation.

"Yep, I am your seventh fix. Signed, sealed and delivered," I uttered. I had already forgotten about Mistress Raser's pointers.

We did not say anything else for the rest of the evening. Mr. James held me. Stephen even knocked on the door a couple of times, but we did not answer him.

Mr. James and I fell asleep in each other's arms.

I felt like I had slept through a hurricane when I woke up. It was the middle of the night.

I looked down on my body because I felt liquid on my skin.

Blood.

-A/N Does anybody mind if I get a little smūtty/lighter in the following chapters? Because the mood has been down in the past chapters.-