Alpha King’s pregnant Ex-Luna

Alpha Wade was abruptly interrupted as the door swung open, revealing Alpha Kilian’s imposing figure entering the ward. Nelly, sensing the tension in the air, timidly shut her eyes. Avoidance seemed to be her only salvation until she could find a way to resolve this predicament.

“How is she, Old Mr. Jackson? Has she awakened yet?” Alpha Kilian inquired, striding over to Alpha Wade.

Alpha Wade was equally startled by Alpha Kilian’s sudden appearance. He hastily turned his attention to Nelly and discovered that she had closed her eyes. Confused by her actions, he let out a dry cough and muttered, “Um, not yet…”

“That is peculiar! According to the doctor’s evaluation, she should have regained consciousness by now,” Alpha Kilian puzzledly remarked.

“I was wondering the same…” Alpha Wade replied, feigning worry.

“I will consult the doctor,” Alpha Kilian declared, exiting the ward once more.

Observing Nelly’s continued facade of closed eyes, Alpha Wade deduced that she had no intention of “waking up” and was determined to maintain the act.

Soon after, the doctor arrived and conducted an examination. “I thought you said her injuries were superficial. Why is she still unconscious?” Alpha Kilian asked, his concern evident.

“Please don’t worry. Each patient responds differently. It is possible that Ms. Jackson is weak and requires more time to regain consciousness. It is nothing to be alarmed about,” the doctor reassured, though Alpha Kilian remained unconvinced.

“But-” Alpha Kilian began to protest before Alpha Wade interjected, “Let’s trust the doctor and give her a little more time.”

Since even Alpha Wade had voiced no objections, Alpha Kilian reluctantly nodded and fell silent.

“Alpha Morris, if it eases your worries, we can conduct a more thorough examination of Ms. Jackson later,” the doctor suggested, noting Alpha Kilian’s lingering concern.

“Please do so promptly,” Alpha Kilian asserted.

Once the doctor departed, Alpha Kilian’s phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he briefly excused himself from Alpha Wade. “Excuse me, Old Mr. Jackson. I must step out to take this call,” he informed.

Alpha Wade acknowledged him with a nod.

Outside, Fabian stood with takeout containers in hand. Unable to contain his curiosity, he queried, “Alpha Morris, do you really believe Ms. Jackson, who is injured, can consume all this food?”

Alpha Kilian snatched the takeout boxes from him, entering the adjacent room without responding.

The two children were awake and had already prepared their beds.

Upon catching sight of Alpha Kilian, Donna greeted him sweetly, “Good morning, Mr. Handsome!”

“Good morning!” Alpha Kilian beamed.

“Why is this little Marshmallow here, Alpha Morris?” Fabian exclaimed, astounded by Donna’s presence.

Without acknowledging Fabian’s question, Alpha Kilian approached Donna and exchanged greetings. “How are you, Mr. Houde?”

“I am fine. And you?” Fabian replied, gazing at her with adoration, clearly enamored with the young girl.

“Has my mommy awakened, Mr. Handsome?” Donna inquired.

“Not yet, but the doctor assures us she will wake up soon,” Alpha Kilian assured her, placing the takeout boxes before her and adding, “We brought breakfast for both of you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Handsome,” Donna gratefully nodded and turned to signal Ben to express his gratitude as well.

Ben stepped forward, smiling, and thanked Alpha Kilian.

“Please enjoy your meal. I will go deliver some food to your great-grandfather,” Alpha Kilian announced, giving Donna an affectionate pat on the head as she obediently nodded.

As Fabian exited alongside Alpha Kilian, he waved at Donna, remarking, “See you later, Little Marshmallow!”

“Why is that little girl here? Who is her mother?” Fabian inquired, catching up to Alpha Kilian, who continued to ignore his questions.

Alpha Kilian entered the ward and addressed Alpha Wade, “Please have your breakfast, Old Mr. Jackson.”

Alpha Wade glanced at him and replied, “I have no appetite at the moment. You can leave it on the table.”

Alpha Kilian complied and placed the food on the table.

At the sight of Nelly, Fabian suddenly recalled an impending matter. Turning to Alpha Kilian, he stated, “Oh, Alpha Morris, I believe the police will arrive later to take her statement.”

Alpha Wade turned around in shock and questioned, “Statement? What is this about?”

“It pertains to Ms. Jackson’s accident,” Fabian began to explain before Alpha Kilian swiftly interrupted.

“It is simply part of the traffic police’s routine investigation for accidents,” Alpha Kilian assured Alpha Wade.

Alpha Wade suspected nothing amiss and nodded in agreement.

As Fabian pieced everything together while waiting outside the ward, he witnessed Alpha Kilian emerging from within. Hastily approaching him, Fabian boldly queried, “Alpha Morris, is it true that Little Marshmallow was referring to Ms. Jackson as ‘mommy’… your ex-wife?”

Alpha Kilian remained silent, but his lack of response confirmed Fabian’s suspicions.

“Ms. Jackson has children? But I found no records of her marriage!” Fabian exclaimed.

Various speculations swirled through his mind, eventually centering on Alpha Kilian. “Those children are not yours, are they?” Fabian asserted.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Alpha Kilian opted for continued silence, further solidifying Fabian’s belief.

“So it is true? Unbelievable!” Fabian exclaimed, earning a reproachful glare from Alpha Kilian, who found him excessively noisy.

“I always said Little Marshmallow resembled you, didn’t I? The first time I saw her, I thought she was related to you, but you denied it,” Fabian continued.

Alpha Kilian recalled Fabian’s earlier remarks. He raised an eyebrow and questioned, “Really? In what way do we bear resemblance?”

“Perhaps the eyes? Or maybe the mouth?” Fabian stared intently at Alpha Kilian, attempting to envision their similarities. “I can’t pinpoint it precisely now, but the resemblance is undeniable! Like father, like daughter! Although I can’t pinpoint the exact features, from the moment I laid eyes on her, it was clear you two shared a likeness!” Fabian concluded.

Alpha Kilian felt a surge of satisfaction at Fabian’s words, suddenly viewing him as less bothersome.

“Ah, it must be our presence and charisma! Yes, that’s it!” Fabian declared. “She resembles you in that way!”

Fabian’s words were not mere flattery. When he first encountered Donna, he had considered her a relative of Alpha Kilian’s, only to be denied by Alpha Kilian himself.

Fabian was consumed by curiosity, wondering what had truly transpired between Alpha Kilian and Nelly.

But Alpha Kilian, still choosing silence, offered no further insight.

“So, Alpha Morris, is it true that Little Marshmallow and the other boy are your children?” Driven by his curiosity, Fabian persisted.