After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 34 She Aborted His Baby Eight Years Ago.

Looking at the hard evidence in front of them, both Lloyd and Christian were shocked.

The boy in the picture, some place around the age of four to five, had light blonde hair very much resembling the color of Leonica’s hair five years ago. His eyes were round and held a bright shade of grey, which, just like the rest of his facial proportions, looked very much like Gabriel’s own.

There was no denying it, the kid they both were gazing at, or at least the photographic version, looked a lot like little Gabriel slapped into Corel-draw and edited with yellow locks.

"Wow, so you have a kid," Lloyd reached for the picture, examining the child’s face as he brought it closer to his eyes. "An actual kid," he added with a smirk. "And here I was thinking that I’d be the first one to knock up some chick. Congrats man."

Putting aside his friend’s unnecessary excitement for the situation, Christian spoke. "Fine, maybe you’re right. The kid does look like you,"

’An awful lot!’ He couldn’t stop his face from scrunching up in disgust at the thought of now having two Gabriel’s around.

One was already headache enough for him.

"What do you then plan to do if he is indeed your kid?" He questioned.

Gabriel didn’t miss a heartbeat, stating his answer as quickly as his mouth allowed. "As long as it’s medically proven that he’s my son, I’m going to take him back of course, what else am I meant to do."

"And Leonica?"

"What the hell about her?" Gabriel questioned back.

Lacing his fingers together, Christian leaned forward with a sigh, choosing to once again reason with his friend. "Taking This boy away means that you’re going to strip him of motherly love. Are you going to do that? Or are you perhaps planning on remarrying Leonica?" novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Like hell I would!" That is what Gabriel wanted to say, but for some reason, Christian’s question had silences the words in his mouth even before they rolled off his tongue.

Remarry her? Of course he didn’t want to do that. No way in hell would he have the mind to make such a decision after all she had done.

Yet, even with those thoughts in his mind, his heart tinged at the idea, not totally rejecting the thought of having Leonica at his wife once more.

"So?" Christian urged for his friends answer.

Even though he was not sure what would come out from his mouth as an answer, Gabriel allowed his lips to part, a response forming on the tip of his tongue, however interrupted by the familiar sound of his phone ringing.

The subject at hand seemed to die down as Gabriel reached for the device laid face first on the table and spotted the called ID which belonged to Angelina’s personal doctor.

Anything that has to do with Angelina’s health would always put Gabriel on the edge, so without wasting time, he clicked on the answer Icon and pressed the phone against his ear.

"Doctor Ken, talk to me."

"Good evening Mr. Bryce." The doctor greeted from the other end. "I apologize for calling so late and sudden at that, however, there’s something concerning Ms. Fernandez that has come to my attention that I believe I must discuss with you."

Uncrossing his leg, leaning forward and now resting his elbows on each of his knees, Gabriel encouraged. “Go on, I’m listening.”

“Ehm, well you see, the thing is...sensitive matter such as this can not be discussed over the phone. I’d highly appreciate it if you could take some time out of your busy day and briefly drop by at Ms. Fernandez’s residence as soon as now.”

Gabriel thinned his lip, eyes drilling into the back of the picture of Ashely that Lloyd was still gushing over.

He still hasn’t gotten the answer regarding the question he asked Christian, but anyways, Angelina’s health was far more important, they could always revisit this topic whenever he pleased.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.”

“You’re leaving?” Christian asked as he watched Gabriel end the call and rise to his feet.

“Angelina’s not feeling to well and doctor Ken just-“

Christian suddenly scoffed, cutting Gabriel’s words shut before he could finish explaining.

“As expected,” He shook his head. “Three years Gabriel...no wait, eight. Eight who years and you’re still running to Angelina at her fucking beck and call. Aren’t you tired? Or,” There was a pause in his speech and he once again leaned forward, eyeing Gabriel. “Do you simply believe you can hang onto her while playing another?”

“What?” Gabriel took a step forwards, brows creased.

“You hesitated, the question I asked, I mean.”

“So, what the fuck does that have to do with ‘playing another’?” He made finger quotes.

“Oh it had everything to do with it, Gabriel. You may not have noticed it, but I did, your hesitation said more than enough. Now, here’s a piece of advice, don’t think you can hang onto Angelina while Leading Leonica on. Playing with the heart of two women...that,” He shook his head, ignoring the way Gabriel’s fist were already balled into fist squeezing the material of his suit he was holding, and continued. “That’s just not nice.”

“The fuck are you saying?” Gabriel advanced towards Where Christian sat, but before he could do anything drastic, Lloyd had already stood up.

“Hey! Hey, now, let’s all avoid creating a scene.” He placed his hand on Gabriel’s chest, stopping the incoming storm. “Back, back off. Come on.” Gently pushing his friend, he placed a reasonable amount of distance between them before sighing in relief.

Gabriel however, was far from relieved. He glared at Christian, his grey eyes seeming pitch black under the suite’s lighting.

“You’re crossing the line, Christian,” Gabriel pointed out. “We may have been friends for decades, but you should be well aware where to draw your lines.” He warned, glaring a few more seconds at Christian before turning on his heels and exiting the suite.

The walk to his car and the drive towards Angelina’s place was blurred by the inessential anger that Gabriel felt. To top it all off, the cherry on top, as people would say, his mind took the initiative to replay the way Christian had challenged him concerning Angelina.

Sure, their relationship had been going on for quite some time and each time she called, he always rushed to visit him, but...but....

“Fuck.” Gabriel cursed, not being able to think of any defending speech.

Christian was right, he always acted like he was at Angelina’s beck and call.

But even though he knew his friend was right, he didn’t like the way he has challenged him, once again taking Leonica’s side over his.

From his point of view, or at least how things stood, it looked to him like Christian cared FAR too much for someone like Leonica, who was his ex wife.

He Indeed needed to know where to draw the line.

Sighing, he pulled into the driveway of Angelina’s residence. Suddenly, his mind thought back to yet another question Christian had asked him.

Was he going to remarry Leonica?

Gabriel glanced at the dashboard of his car, actually taking his time to think the answer through. At first it seemed like a bad option, the worst even, but as he continued to ponder it, imagining how complete of a family he’d have if Ashely, Leonica and him were together, the option didn’t seem like a bad one.

A passing thought, made him feel like perhaps all he needed to do to fix this mess and bring Ashely home, was go spend more time with Leonica and change her from the scheming woman she had grown to be.

That was a simple and easy solution that could be achieved. For the sake of his son having a happy family, he was ready to give his mother another chance.

‘However,’ Stepping out of his car, he gazed up at the mansion in front of him, instantly spotting Angelina’s room window lighted up. ‘Even then, another issue would arise.’

“Good evening Master Bryce,” Angelina’s head butler greeted as he opened the house’s door to Gabriel and welcomed him in. “The Madam is in her room with Doctor Ken.” He informed.

Gabriel gave a single nod as he walked past, climbing the stairs and shortly arriving at Angelina’s room. From The inside, he identified two voices holding a conversation.

A conversation that quickly ceased as soon as he gently knocked on the door.

“Ange, it’s me. I’m coming in.” Turning the nob, he slowly pushed the door open.

On the bed, Angelina was lying down, thick duvet draped across her leg and all the way up to her chest. Beside her was Doctor Ken, stethoscope perched around his neck.

“Gabe,” Angelina meekly called out upon seeing the male. Raising her hand, she made grabby motions, beckoning for him to come over.

Shutting the door behind him, Gabriel advanced towards her bed side, Doctor Ken giving him a bow of acknowledgement before stepping back.

“How are you feeling?” Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, his fingers gently stroked her hair.

Angelina, rather than responding to his question, leaned into his touch, humming in content and closing her eye at the feeling

Gabriel allowed a breathy chuckle escape his lips at the sight before turning to face the doctor in the room.

“How is she? And what was so important that you requested I come here and discuss it over in person?” He questioned.

“I’ll be honest with you. The miss health isn’t getting any better.” He informed, watching as Gabriel’s features stiffened. Sensing that he was listening and had his full attention, the doctor continued. “I checked the chats, her health doesn’t seem to have improved any better than it was five years ago and after my many test and,” he paused and looked at Angelina who shrunk as soon as Gabriel’s gaze also found her. “A little doctor and patient discussion, I was able determine the factor of her health deterioration.”

“And, what is it?”

Doctor Ken stepped forward and handed Gabriel the test result. “The reason why the Miss health has failed to recover is because after all these years, she still feels guilty and is unable to forgive herself for having agreed to aborting your child, eight years ago.”