Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 424

AUTHOR'S POV.

As Aiden felt the warm liquid trickle down his arm from her side, his heart fell to the pit of his stomach. He fell on his knees, and laid a limp Amie on the floor.

“Amie, no, daddy's here,“ he babbled frantically as he pressed his hand to her side to stop the building.

Amies eyes were open but it appeared lifeless. Amie tried to say something. She tried to ask him if he really was her dad, if she really had two dads, but she couldn't move her lips and her gaze was rapidly getting blurry.

“Amie, Amie, you'll be fine. Hang in there,“ Aiden rushed out as he pulled his shirt off and tied it around her waist, fervently hoping that the bleeding would cease. But it only got worse.

There was a bit of commotion. There were the sounds of several footsteps as Dennis rushed into the building with the police.

On sighting the police, the two men scrambled their feet and trudged out of the building. Two of the police men immediately went after them.

Aiden didn't, for once, look away from Amie. “Please, Amie please,“ he whispered desperately. “Don't leave,“ he watched, his heart breaking as Amie's eyes drifted close.

“What the fuck happened?!“ Dennis erupted as he rushed over and lifted Amie in his arms. “What happened?“ Dennis repeated helplessly as he glanced at the blood on the floor,on Aiden's hands and worse, on Amie's clothes. Half her blouse was soaked in it.

“We need to take her to the hospital, call an ambulance,“ he said to Aiden as he lifted Amie in his arms and began to rush out of the building, headed for his car.

Aiden's hands trembled as he reached into his pocket and tried to dial the emergency number.

Ana heard the noise and followed it. She walked around the building and was surprised to see the police.

She hurried over. At the entrance, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Dennis approach… with Amie in his arms.

When did he get here? She wondered as she moved closer to him.

“Amie?“ She cried, relief flooding her. The bag fell from her arms as she ran forward to Dennis. “Is she ok-“

Her words died in her throat as she came to a stop before Dennis, her eyes taking in Amie's closed eyes, limp body and bloodied blouse.

“What happened?“ Her voice was barely a trembling whisper as she closed the space between her and Dennis.

Her family waited in the reception area. Aiden had his head in his cupped hands as he sat down on one of the seats while they waited for the doctor to come out. Amie couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her face as prayed for Amie to be okay. Dennis walked back and forth, his fingers repeatedly smoothing through his hair.

Dennis' couldn't stop thinking back to all his memories of Amie. He remembered when Ana gave birth to her, she was so small and delicate, yet strong. He could still remember the big grin on Ana's face, a mixture of forlorn and happiness in her eyes. Amie was one of the reasons why he was with Ana today, a bond, someone who shared their love. He remembered all the visits they'd both paid to the museums and stores that sold painting materials. He remembered her laughs, grins, pouts and cries. He smiled at the vivid memory of the stubborn set of her chin, her arms crossed over her chest, whenever she was upset or wanted something and a tear rolled down his face.

He looked over at Ana now, palms covering her face as she cried helplessly. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. “She'll be fine, babe. Let's hope for the best.“

Ana shook her head, forworn. “I told you guys to stay away. I told you not to follow me,“ she cried. “If you'd stayed back, my baby would still be here, unharmed.“

“We're sorry,“ Dennis muttered as he looked over at Aiden's bowed head.

Just then, they saw the doctor walk toward them. They all got on their feet and hurried toward him.

The doctor managed a smile. “Amie has just recovered from an illness,“ he began and they all held their breath as they listened to him. “And due to the intense chemotherapy she had to go through in preparation for the stem cell transfusion, she's still healing and her immune system isn't as strong yet….“ The doctor trailed off and Aiden turned away, his hands gripping his nape. He'd messed up, he knew it he'd fucked it all up.

“I'm sorry, but she didn't make it,“ the doctor finished.