Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 29

I tapped my foot impatiently outside Veronica's door. We were running late for antenatal appointment, and there was no sign of her ready. "Veronica, come on! You're not entering a beauty pageant, just a routine checkup. Hurry up!" I called out, my frustration growing. "Enough with the makeup already!" I exclaimed, losing my patience. We were running late, and she was still primping.

"She's still not ready?" Mom walked up to me, concern etched on her face.

"Would I be a bad person if I just left her?" Mom chuckled and rubbed my arm, calming me down.

"Remember, you promised to be patient with her." I scoffed.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'm about to break that promise."

Just then, Veronica emerged, looking stunning. I rolled my eyes and turned away, leading the way to the car. The drive to the hospital was tense, with Veronica chattering away and me responding monosyllabically.

Upon arrival, I helped Veronica out of the car, and we headed to the front desk. The nurse informed us that Dr. Jones was running behind schedule, and we'd have to wait. I nodded, resigned.

As we waited, I turned to Veronica to explain the delay, only to find her flirting shamelessly with some guy. "What the...?" I muttered, my anger rising. Just as I was about to intervene, Milani walked out of Dr. Jones's office.

"Dante, I'm done. We can go now. I'm starving-" Milani's words trailed off as her eyes locked onto mine, her expression frozen in surprise. I was equally stunned, unsure what to make of her sudden appearance. But what really caught my attention was her familiarity with the guy who'd been flirting with Veronica.

"Sure," the guy said, walking over to Milani, and I watched with interest, wondering what was going on. After a moment, I turned to Veronica, feeling Milani's gaze burning into my back.

"Sultan, meet Dante. Dante, Sultan." Veronica made the introduction, her voice cheerful. I eyed the guy warily, my frown deepening. Dante's expression mirrored mine, his handshake firm but guarded. The tension between us was palpable, and I knew instinctively that he was Milani's baby's father.