Chapter 35

Flynn sat on the cushioned chair in his office, caressing his temple with his eyes closed.

The past few days after he arrived home with his wife from their honeymoon was nice but the symptoms he had been having were not pleasant at all.

He understood that the headache was because of the stress he goes through, but what about the vomiting? The stiffness he felt in his hands and legs?

He remembered when he was making love with his wife three days ago and the stiffness too over his body and he collapsed on her. He didn't know he had fallen asleep till the next morning when he woke up and saw Melanie glaring at him.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He was not sick, right?

Flynn stood from the chair and walked towards the window, he stood there for a few seconds watching the scenery in front of his company when the telecom rang.

He sighed softly and walked towards the table and picked the call.

''Huh?'' He groaned.

''Doctor Hudson is here,'' the voice of his secretary rang out.

''Let him in,'' he answered.

Flynn adjusted his tie and went to sit on his chair and awaits the doctor's arrival.

A few seconds later, the aged doctor entered the office after a slight knock on the door.

''Greetings to you, Mr. Harlan,'' The doctor bowed in respect and Flynn waved his hand at him and beckoned him to sit.

''Congratulations on your wedding, you left the hall quite early so I didn't get to congratulate you that day,'' Doctor Hudson smiled.

''Yeah, I was in a hurry to leave with my wife,'' Flynn smiled back.

Doctor Hudson had been their family Doctor for over two decades.

''Dr. Hudson, shouldn't you be planning your retirement? You've aged vastly from the last time I saw you,'' Flynn smiled.

''I don't have that on my list, for now, Mr. Harlan. I want to keep saving my patients till the day my body can't take it any longer,'' Dr. Hudson chuckled and Flynn shook his head.

''Tsk... That should be coming from young businessmen like myself. By the way, to what do I owe this visit?''

''Actually, I'm here because of Ms. Elle Harlan."

''My sister? What's wrong with her?'' Flynn leaned forward hurriedly.

''Nothing. Germany and UK-based researchers have found that a surgical implantation procedure known as Pallidal deep brain stimulation is safe when placed into the brain for the reduction of movement problem in Huntington's disease,'' the doctor explained and handed a tablet to Flynn.

''So?'' Flynn creased his brow.

''Miss Elle can have surgery,'' Doctor Hudson answered.

''But you said it was not possible. You said it has never been done in Los Angeles,'' Flynn raised his eyebrow.

''Yes, but according to researchers. We can do it. I'll suggest we fly her to Germany. I've called a few surgeons I know there and I have the assurance I need. Although the disease can't be wiped off her body thoroughly, it will help her so much. With the treatment and surgery, she can live 20 more years or so,'' Doctor Hudson explained.

''You are sure of what you are saying?'' Flynn asked.

''Sure. If I am not, I won't come all the way to speak nonsense.''

''I'll talk to her about it. As you know, she has refused adamantly to visit the hospital after she had been diagnosed with the disease,'' Flynn sighed and Doctor Hudson nodded his head in agreement.

''Please, do that. I'll be waiting for your reply,'' Doctor Hudson said and stood up.

Flynn stood up and watched the doctor bowed then turned to leave.

''Doctor,'' he called out almost in a whisper.

''Yes, Mr. Harlan,'' the aged doctor turned to look at Flynn.

''I'll visit the hospital one of these days. I want you to conduct a general check-up on me. Whatever the result maybe, I don't want to hear it from anyone else. It stays between you and me,'' Flynn said with full authority in his voice.

''You can trust me on that,'' Doctor Hudson bowed then turned to leave.

After the doctor had walked out of the door, Flynn sighed deeply. Whatever the result may be, he seriously hope it wasn't going to be deadly.

He sat on the chair but as soon as he felt queasy, he rushed to the restroom to vomit.

He walked out of the restroom and collapsed on the couch.

He didn't like the way he was feeling one bit.

==

Camila barged into her mother's room with a smile plastered across her face.

''Mother!'' Camila smiled and sat on the bed.

''I've told you to call me whenever you are coming,'' Freya rolled her eyes and dropped the cell phone then grabbed the glass of wine and sipped the wine.

''I should have, but you see... I am in a very great mood right now,'' Camila stood up and walked towards her mother then grabbed the bottle of wine and drank directly from it.

''I should share the good news with you, don't you think. After all, your men failed to find Flynn.''

''It's not like your men found him,'' Freya rolled her eyes.

''Well, you are very right, mother,'' Camila snickered and walked towards her bag and removed a paper from it, and gave it to her mother.

''What is this?'' Freya creased her brow.

''Check it out,'' Camila chuckled.

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''You are pregnant!?'' Freya stood from the chair.

''Yes, and Flynn is the father. Cheers to that,'' Camila raised the bottle of wine and laughed.

''Who is the father?'' Freya grabbed her arm.

''Flynn,'' Camila smirked and snatched her arm from her mother.

''How is it Flynn?''

''Can't the father be Flynn? After all, we fvcked,'' Camila glared at her mother.

''Flynn is married! You think he will accept that baby?'' Freya creased her brow.

''He will, the baby belongs to him!'' Camila snapped.

''Why do I feel like you are supporting Flynn? I am your daughter, Freya Hayes!'' Camila shouted and Freya slapped her hard on the face.

''The fact that you are my daughter doesn't give you the right to call me by my name! I won't sit down and watch you ruin Flynn's life with that fetus in your womb. I doubt if Flynn is even the father!'' Freya yelled back.

''What the hell did you just say?'' Camila creased her brow.

''That the fetus in your womb is a fvcking bastard, b!tch!'' Freya yelled.

''I'll come back to you with the news that Flynn has accepted the baby, I swear!'' Camila grits her teeth.

''Okay, I'll wait for the news,'' Freya smiled.

''You better do!'' Camila screamed and rushed out of the room.

==

Flynn entered the living room and the aroma that hit his nose was second to none, he bet that his wife was the one cooking.

''My love,'' her sweet smile greeted him and he smiled unconsciously as she hugged him then tiptoed to kiss him.

''Darling," Flynn smiled and kissed her again.

It is very sweet to know that there is someone special waiting for you at home every day.

''I prepared dinner for you, will you freshen up first or eat?'' Melanie asked, her arm wrapped around his stomach.

''Next time, you should say something like, ''My love, will you eat first or eat first?'' Flynn winked at her.

''What is that? Eat first or eat... Hey, you're a pervert!'' Melanie laughed and hit his chest slightly.

''I know, where are the rest?'' Flynn looked around.

''They should be home soon,'' Melanie answered.

''You've been at home alone?'' Flynn asked and Melanie nodded her head.

''Would you like to do anything? I bet you were bored,'' Flynn twitched his mouth.

''Yeah, I was quite bored. I watched Korean drama all day. About doing anything, I have something in mind though,'' she giggled softly.

''What is that?'' Flynn leaned forward and kissed her lips.

''Anything, I studied business in school, so...''

''Hmm, I think Devon told me that. Well, it's fine. Let's eat, I'm hungry. Even if I wasn't, this aroma is making to salivate,'' Flynn laughed.