Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

“What the fuck!” I screamed in horror as I stared at the document in my hands. I lifted my eyes to meet Becky’s astonished gaze.

“What the hell Ellen? You need to calm down. We tried our very best to ensure the implantation worked out.” Becky replied in hushed tones.

Becky had always been keen about excellence and perfection for as long as I can remember. When she ventured into the medical field, I knew she would do excellently well. We had been friends since preschool. She was the perfect reproductive endocrinologist to help me get pregnant with Zeke’s baby, but staring at the result she gave me, seemed to drain all my hopes away.

“Since you tried your best, can you tell me what the fuck happened?” I asked.

“Well, from the results of the tests run, it was found out that the In vitro fertilization failed due to a poor sperm motility rate and this could have happened due to the condition of the sperm as at when we used it.” Becky replied like the professional that she was, but I was not going to have it.

“Becky, I really do not want to patronize all your medical jargon and bullshit. I just want to get pregnant with the fucking child that I paid you so much for!” I screamed. I could not sit anymore as my temper was really getting out of control. I paced round the office.

It was large enough to contain two extra examination beds, but Becky kept just one. The walls were painted white just like any hospital and smelled like roses. Becky loved roses.

“You can start by calming the hell down and bringing your voice down.” Becky scolded. “You do know that doing all these without Zeke’s permission is illegal and we could be prosecuted for it right?” Becky added with a sour expression on her face.

Damn it! She does have a point.

“But I really need this child Becky. Can nothing really be done at the moment?” I asked in a solemn voice.

“I am afraid so Ellen. Nothing can be done at the moment.” Becky responded looking a little less pitiful than I was.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I cannot accept defeat. There is a lot at stake if I do not get pregnant. I had told Zeke I was already pregnant. I cannot lose him.” I said with determination. I missed Becky’s shocked expression as my gaze was fixated on the stethoscope hanging closely to her lap coat.

“You what?” Becky asked in shock. Her voice firm enough for me to know she was upset about my actions. “Why on earth would you do that Ellen? I had already informed you after implantation that the chances are staked at fifty percent, did you not understand what that meant?” She reprimanded.

“Whatever it meant, I do not fucking care anymore! I just want a baby. Is that too much to ask for?” I replied in anger.

“Getting a child is not a hard task for you Ellen and you know that. The problem is you want Zeke’s child and we cannot guarantee you that Zeke will be donating more sperms as he has not bothered with it in a while. And also, as you know pressurizing him will be futile.” Becky replied seeking to console me and ensuring I come to terms with the fact I had failed this time.

But have I? After all these years, who knew I would be looking for the sperms Zeke donated while searching for a child when he was with Kamille. Fate must be playing tricks with me.

I slumped back into the cushy seat opposite Becky. She looked at me for a few seconds, then gradually shifed her attention briefly to her desktop. There was a small plague on her desk, it bore the name Dr. Becky Johannes. She had married early and had a kid. But here I was, sitting in front of her feeling the weight of helplessness weigh me down.

I have to think of a way to get Zeke’s child in me. No matter the price to pay. I thought to myself before a phone call distracted me, also causing Becky to return her gaze to me for a second. Looking into the caller ID I squinted.

“What?” I asked with a cold voice.

“Good day Ma’am. I have news for you.” The lady said over the phone.

“I am listening.” I replied.

This better be worth it.

She began, “It was very early in the morning, everywhere in the mansion was still very quiet but then I heard low breaths and …”

“Will you shut the fuck up and get to the point?” I said in anger. I was already angered by the news of my failed pregnancy. The last thing I needed was a lowly maid wasting my time on useless stories.

“I, I, aaaam sorry Ma’am.” The lady stuttered. “Few days back, I saw a disheveled lady sneak out of Master Ezekiel’s room around four am.” She added, speaking in haste.

“What! What the hell did you just say?” I screamed. Why couldn’t my day just agree to go in my favor? Alerted by my scream, Becky had already come to my side and was asking what was wrong. I couldn’t reply her yet.

“Now you listen to me, you are going to go into his room. Ensure you are the one to always clean it. Then you will gather whatever evidence that can link me to that lady. I do not want any mistakes.” I instructed the lady and ended the call.

Fighting for Zeke’s attention is bearable with the dead Kamille. Hopefully, he would realize that Kamille was no more and would come back to me. But if he was to find another replacement, where would that leave me?

I fucking need to get pregnant with Zeke’s baby. I cannot lose to some bitch. If I get pregnant with Zeke’s baby, then I can have his attention.

I began pacing the room again.

“What’s wrong Ellen?” Becky asked after observing me for a while. I contemplated whether to tell her or not. Maybe I will, but not now.

“Nothing I cannot handle. I should take my leave now.” I replied as I picked my purse and made for the door.

“Whatever you do, be safe.” Becky echoed. Her words were supposed to make me feel better, but I got more infuriated. I stormed out and slammed the door shut behind me.

As I walked out I beckoned on my personal assistant, Ava. “Where next?” My tone was not very nice. Ava noticed my foul mood and began fidgeting with the iPad in her hands before responding.

“The interview with the press concerning the mismanagement and embezzlement of funds by the Manors. You are expected by three pm.” She managed to say.

“Why the fuck can’t these people mind their damn business?” No one could give a reply to my question but I stared at Ava. She looked up at me, “Uhhh, they must be verrryy jobleess Ma’am.” She replied.

I gave a sly smile at the sight of Ava cowering, “Silly.” I said coldly.

I put on my Dolce and Gabbana shades, then threw my purse in her hands and walked out. I got into my car, Ava followed closely behind and we zoomed off.

Although my family did some shady businesses, it was not in the place of lowlifes like the press to spread a bad reputation around.

I would let them have a taste of my rage!