My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891

“Come into my room,” Richard said in a low voice, then left in the direction of his room first. 

Angela opened her door and hurried out of her room to follow him. Judging by the look on his face earlier, he had something to tell her. 

When she entered his room, he closed the door behind her and gazed at her darkly. He did not speak right away, and she felt the need to blink to alleviate the strange tension between them. “Anytime now,” she prompted, wondering what he was waiting for. 

“I got a call ten minutes ago. It‘s about your family,” Richard said. 

At once, her heart constricted, and her hand darted out to grab his arm as she urged, “What happened to my family? Are they okay?” 

“Your mother got into an accident an hour ago, and she‘s now in the hospital emergency room,” he explained gravely. 

“What?” Angela‘s mind went blank. She was anguished, and her lips trembled as all colors drained from her face. She didn‘t even know she was about to cry until Richard reached to pull her into his arms. 

At once, hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she hastily shoved him away, then threw the door open and ran out of the room. 

He followed her, only to see that she had returned to her own room and left the door ajar. She rummaged through her room and found her purse, then hurriedly shoved her phone into it, looking ready to leave. 

10 

Richard stood at the doorway, frowning as he asked, “Are you leaving?” 

Angela slung her purse over her shoulder. There was a steely edge to her expression as she stared at him with red rimmed eyes and said, “I have to go. I need to see my mom. I don‘t even know if she‘s going to make it.” She refused to stay here safe and sound while her family was in danger. She would much rather offer herself up to those criminals than watch her family die for her. 

“You are not allowed to leave the base,” Richard said authoritatively as he put his arm out and blocked the gap in the doorway, his towering frame like a wall that kept her in. 

“Step aside, Richard,” Angela ordered. 

“Angela, calm down and let‘s wait for more news on your mother, okay?” he suggested, taking on a soothing tone in hopes of getting her to see reason. 

However, reason eluded her at this moment. All she wanted to do was go back so she could see her mother. “I said,” she bit out forcefully. “Step. Aside.” This time, there was a look in her eyes that resembled hatred, and her jaw was clenched. 

“Now that your mom‘s been hospitalized, I‘m sure your family wouldn‘t want you to end up the same way,” he argued, sounding even more insistent than he had moments ago. He knew what fate would await her if he let her leave the base and those men caught her. It was not something he was prepared to risk. 

Angela closed her eyes and let her tears fall. She was a mad woman at this point, a mad woman who only wanted to see her grievously injured mother. It was her duty as a daughter, and she couldn‘t bear to see anyone in her family get hurt because of her even though she knew she would die the moment she went back. 

If she did not come out of hiding, these criminals would start targeting her father, her grandfather, and other relatives They would not stop at just hurting her mother. 

“Richard, I’ll hate you forever if you don‘t let me go right now!” she warned as she tried to push him out of the way, but he was like a mountain that would not budge no matter how hard she shoved. “Move!” She glowered at him, the hatred in her eyes as clear as day. She truly hated him. She hated his heartlessness. She hated his job. 

“You know I can‘t let you. I promised your parents to protect you. This is my duty,” Richard replied hoarsely. 

“I don‘t need you to protect me! This is my life, and I get the final say in what to do with it! Let me go! I promise I won‘t blame you if I die out there,” Angela begged desperately. There was a pained look in her eyes, but she was not backing down. 

“I won‘t let you die,” he said solemnly, his shoulders squared as he stood firmly in place. 

His refusal to let her go felt worse than death. She broke down, crying out loud as she crouched on the floor. She put her head in her hands and sobbed, baring all her pain, devastation, and helplessness. 

Richard looked down at her, his heart twisting when he saw her tremble with the force of heaving out the next round of anguished sobs. He had no idea how badly injured her mother was. All he knew from the photos that were sent to him was that the other driver in the collision had died on the spot and that Angela‘s mom had been unconscious when they ferried her to the hospital.