They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 07
Lorenzo was dealing with the debt crisis. He refused to see her.
Bianca cried outside his office for half an hour before he let her in.
“Lorenzo, you’re all I have left.”
She pulled a lab report out of her purse and set it on his desk.
“I’m pregnant.”
Lorenzo’s head snapped up.
Bianca grabbed his sleeve, crying. “It was the night of the
funeral. I was emotional, you’d been drinking, we-
She didn’t finish. She just lowered her head and cradled her
stomach. “My sister won’t leave me alone. If you abandon me
too, I won’t survive this.”
In the past, all she had to do was cry and Lorenzo would
soften immediately.
This time, he stared at the lab report for a long time.
I’m having a doctor recheck this.”
Bianca’s expression faltered. “You don’t believe me?”
Go to a private clinic tomorrow.”
She started to refuse. Lorenzo had already called his assistant in.
I got the news while I was processing the Colombo hotel debt claim.
Alessio asked if I wanted to stop it.
No need.”
flipped over the copy of the lab report. The date was three
days ago, but the doctor whose signature appeared on it had
left that clinic six months earlier.
slid the file back. “Let her keep performing. Don’t waste the
props she worked so hard to prepare.”
The next day, Lorenzo took Bianca to a private clinic on the
Upper East Side himself.
The blood test results came back quickly. The doctor reviewed them.
You’re not pregnant.”
Bianca’s face went white. “Are you sure? I thought I-
“The report you brought is also fake.” The doctor set the old
report on the desk. “The signature and ID number don’t match current medical records.”
Lorenzo turned to look at her. His eyes went cold. “Why did you lie to me?”
Bianca grabbed his hand. “I was just scared. I was afraid my
şister would take you away, and I was afraid you’d stop protecting me-”
“She already signed the divorce papers,” he said hoarsely.
“Right now, I’m the one begging her not to leave.”
Bianca froze. She’d probably never imagined a day when she
couldn’t keep Lorenzo either.
Lorenzo pulled his hand back and walked out.
As he passed the records room, an older doctor recognized
him. “Were you the one who brought Matilde to the clinic three years ago?”
Lorenzo stopped. “What clinic?”
The doctor frowned. “She had a high fever and was
unconscious. She was also pregnant. We couldn’t reach her
family. She signed the surgery consent form herself after she came to.”
Lorenzo’s body went rigid. “Pregnant?”
The doctor pulled up the old file. “July sixteenth, three years
ago. Eight weeks. High fever and a fall caused bleeding. The baby didn’t make it.”
July sixteenth.
That was the day Bianca had stomach pain.
He’d driven through a storm to bring her medicine and
stayed with her in the ER all night.
Bianca had only had mild cramps. He’d been worried about
her, so he’d silenced his phone.
When he got home the next day, I was already back from the hospital.
I’d been pale. I asked him where he’d been.
He’d said, “Bianca’s not as tough as you.”
Later, he saw blood in the bathroom.
I told him it was just my period.
He believed me. He even scolded me for not cleaning it up.
Lorenzo held the medical file. His fingers shook so badly he
could barely grip the paper.
Bianca ran after him. When she saw the file, she rushed to
explain. “I didn’t know she was pregnant. If I had, I never
would’ve let you come-”
Shut up.”
It was the first time Lorenzo had ever spoken to her that way.
Tears streamed down Bianca’s face.
He didn’t turn around. He just stared at the crooked
signature at the bottom of the file.
Matilde.
The day I lost my baby, I was alone on the operating table.
And my husband was holding another woman’s hand, telling her not to be afraid.
Lorenzo found me at the Colombo hotel. I was chairing a
creditors‘ meeting.
He waited three hours.
When the meeting ended and everyone left, he placed the
medical file in front of me.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the baby?”
I glanced at the date. My expression didn’t change. “Would it matter if you knew now?”
“You should’ve told me I was the father!”
His eyes were bloodshot, like he’d been betrayed in the worst possible way.
suddenly found it funny. “I called you seventeen times that day.”