The Billionaire's Unwanted Baby (French Conquests Book 3) by Niomie Roland

Author:Niomie Roland [Roland, Niomie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-19T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Nathanael stood just a few feet away as anxious nurses struggled to bring Shaundra back to consciousness. His face was stony, rigid, as he struggled to gain control of the cataclysm swirling inside him.

She was lying on a gurney just outside the torture chamber where they’d practically assaulted his son with a needle. The back of her head must hurt like hell, he figured. She’d clonked it when she’d fainted. He hadn’t been near enough or fast enough to catch her.

Immediately, she’d looked around, seeking out his face. He couldn’t bear to hold her gaze. He looked away. The situation made him feel so helpless, so emasculated. His baby was in a dire situation, a live-or-die situation, and all the knowledge, education, and experience he had acquired in his lifetime was of no use.

When she was helped to her feet, he stepped forward and begun speaking to the senior doctor again, his French rapid, his tone authoritarian. Where were they taking Benjamin now? What doctors would be attending to him? Did he need any more tests? What was the protocol? What happened next?

They began arguing about accommodation. The doctor explained that this was just a small children’s hospital, and that although it would be best for Benjamin to have a private room, to reduce his exposure to contamination and potential infection, there were none available.

Like hell, Nathanael thought. He repeated his demand for a room. The doctor held his ground. They called a hospital administrator, an intimidating-looking man who was even larger than Nathanael was, with a voice even louder, and the argument escalated.

“Desolé, Monsieur, but we are unable—”

With a soft curse, Nathanael stepped away, picked up his phone, dialed a number and barked into it.

Thirty minutes later, the same administrator came back, and with almost painful deference, led them to a private suite that was hastily being prepared to accept Benjamin.

He smiled grimly. Wealth was nice, but the power that came with was immeasurably better. Nathanael had called his executive assistant, who in turn called his accountant, who in turn had called the president of the hospital trust, and pledged more than two million euros for new postnatal diagnostic equipment.

In return, they had some peace and quiet. A little distance between them and the insanity that reigned on pediatric wards; the desperate faces of exhausted and frightened parents, and the heart-shredding wailing of children in pain.

He’d told Samia to take Shaundra’s car and go home, and she’d responded that she wouldn’t go home, but was headed to the mosque to pray for him and his family. He felt huge gratitude that this woman, who had been a stranger and now cared so much.

Now he looked on as Shaundra leaned over the crib where their son lay. He was hooked up to a nest of tubes, his little hands in mittens to prevent him from yanking out his oxygen tube or the access port at the back of one hand.

He had screamed incessantly for more than two hours, red-faced, furious and in pain, too distraught even to feed at her breast.

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