CHAPTER 84

Damien's POV

My mouth groans and my eyelids fly open at the same time. My eyes feel tiny and heavy, and my head is hammering.

I attempt to raise my hand when someone grabs me since my body is also weak.

I can see Grandma's anxious face in front of me. "Lisa!"

As they get closer, I hear gasps. I gently move my head to find Safina standing next to Grandma, then Gabriel holding his needy wife, Sabrina, in his arms, then Damien.

Before returning to her spouse, Sabrina turns to look at Damien and grins joyfully. Damien gives her a hard gaze as his face is filled with humiliation.

He chews his lips after that.

At this point, everything happens quickly. While attempting to get out of Damien's hold, I lost consciousness and ended myself in the hospital.

I'm no longer dating Damien, and we don't get along very well.

Why is Sabrina smiling, making him feel awkward? Why does he seem angry and degraded? Sabrina, did you see me smack him? Or are they making fun of him for returning to me?

What is he doing here, then? I don't need his help.

Grandma's grasp on my hand is released by me. I don't need anyone's compassion, especially not his. I don't want to see him once again. Nothing except pain and heartbreak result from seeing him. I don't want to keep moping about in my own misery. I don't want to continue living his life for the remainder of the year.

I want to regain my life. If I keep seeing him, it won't be simple for me to leave everything behind. I don't want him in my life.

"What is he doing over here?" While maintaining my attention on Grandma, I motioned in his direction.

Grandma turns to face me as she follows the path of my hand and sighs loudly. He says, "He's sorry, Lisa."

I said calmly, my head still throbbing, "I want him out."

I'm not sure why I collapsed, but I won't be able to ask Grandma what happened until they let me go.

Even though Sabrina has stopped laughing and has a serious expression on her face, her chuckles are not helping. They should pardon us, please. To be sure that I'm not sick, I want to speak with Grandma.

I then want solitude. to organize my life again with new plans and strategies. In order to avoid bothering Grandma and Safina, I want to consider what to do with the rest of my life and how to find an apartment.

Lisa, you need to listen to him out.

"No!" My eyes are filled with tears, and my voice sounds harsh. I don't want to see him once again. I'm not interested in running into him again, I told him that once, didn't I?" Grandma isn't even the cause of my rage, however, I am taking all of my fury out on her.

She forewarned me before I entered into this charade with Damien, but I disregarded her advice. I believed I was acting in our best interests and that everything was under control.

I had ideas.

He destroyed my plans to do the task I was hired to accomplish and left in a year with my fashion business fully formed.

This ridiculous mansion he gave me would never be accepted by me. He's probably doing it out of guilt or to make me feel like I owe him something. I won't let it happen.

Before he arrived, I was happy and heartache-free.

I sit up quickly as he yells, "Lisa," forcing me to grab onto my head with both hands as the agony surges further into my skull. "Go!"

The door opening and footsteps are what I hear. I glance up, thinking he's gone, but he's still there at the doorway. Gabriel and Sabrina had already left.

Before I can order him to go out again, he adds, "I will be outside till you are ready to talk to me," and exits.

Grandma is holding my two hands as Safina gets up to depart, and she is crying.

Even though I am quite interested, I don't feel like asking her why she is sobbing.

Is she sobbing because she put me in this predicament? Does she weep because I'm altering? She can't identify or communicate with me since I'm changing. Since she informed me about the fashion house he secured for me, I have cut her off.

Am I sick? My thoughts return to the hospital where I am now located.

Is this the cause of her tears? Grandma last wept when my parents passed away. Since then, I haven't seen her weep.

Am I going to pass away? Do I have a chronic illness?

What is going on?

I struggle to remain silent and calm because of my growing curiosity. I asked while laying back on the bed and took my hands off of my head.

"What happened?" you ask.

Without saying anything, she grins at me kisses my forehead, and knuckles all over.

"Has anything happened?" She shakes her head when I ask the same question again. So why are you sobbing, I ask?

She stays silent. Instead, she tries to grin while wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. I couldn't understand how she could be sobbing and smiling at the same time if she wasn't crying. If she weren't crying, I would have assumed she was really proud of me from the way she was smiling.

Am I sick? Did I experience a negative event? Is this the end of me? I ask her every question that pops into my brain.

She should only be sobbing for this reason, right? Sabrina may not be aware of it yet, which is why she was laughing before. She may be quite fun, exactly like her husband, but from what I can remember, Gabriel didn't have a playful or mischievous expression on his face.

He doesn't seem content. He was much more serious than I had ever seen him, in contrast to Damien, who appeared upset and ashamed.

"What?! Sure, why not? Grandma's laughter fills my brain when she responds, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank God, I won't pass away.

I feel relieved, and then my thoughts return to the reason she is sobbing.

"Then why are you crying?"

She answers and nips at my forehead once more, "Because I am happy."

Now I know she really does think highly of me. She must have been pleased with something I did that she had no idea I would do.

Is she referring to my defense of Damien? Did Sabrina witness me smack Damien and tell Grandma, who then expressed pride in me for doing so? I locked myself in the room for days, and now I'm back to normal. Is she proud of me?

I look away from her because I think that one of them must be the cause of her pleasure.

The more I think about it, the more I see that it isn't. Damien was starting to grow on Grandma. She admitted to me that she was starting to think differently about him, indicating that she no longer believes he is a nasty guy and that she now likes him.

After she informed me about the Fashion House, she was almost pleading with me to contact him, but my pride prevented me. Because he offered to assist me in realizing my ambition of owning a fashion house, I was reluctant to contact him. Even not being prepared to speak with him.

She was also appealing to me to listen to him only a few minutes ago. That implies that she isn't satisfied and proud of what I did to him.

Perhaps Sabrina won't even tell Grandma. So what is it then?

I turn to face her and see her grinning once again while her eyes are still wet.

"So what happened? What's going on here?

"Why am I happy?" you ask. She demands with a broad grin that doesn't stop her from crying.

"Yes."

Because I'm proud, she begins but then stops.

I was aware of it! That expression was one I recognized. Whenever I made my parents happy with my academic achievements, they always had the same expression on their faces.

She continues, "I can't wait to become a great-grandmother," and I look away, not paying any attention to what she said until it finally occurs to me that she is talking about the here and now.

while Damien and I are apart, while I'm in the hospital bed, Grandma would never express her want to see my children in this situation. What is she referring to then?

As I turn to face her and make another attempt to sit up straight, the agony suddenly stops me in my tracks.

The question "What do you mean by having great-grandchildren?" I express my interest.

To my surprise, she says, "Because you are pregnant", and my mouth drops.

"What?!" I scream out loud in shock.