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“Dr. Smith, may I have a word outside?”
“Sure. Mrs. Manarch, don’t hesitate to contact the office if you need anything.”
“I won’t.” We exit her bedroom.
“How is she really doing?” I ask, leading him away from her door.
“She is dehydrated and doesn’t seem to be eating properly. After talking to her, it sounds like she is under a lot of stress. That can affect the health of both the mother and child.” I shake my head. This is the last thing that I need.
“What can I do?” I might not care about Fiona, but at the end of the day, she is carrying my child. A DNA test proved it.
“Make sure she eats, takes her vitamins, and most of all, no stress. I noticed something.”
“What is it?”
“I could smell alcohol under her breath. I don’t need to tell you the risks of her drinking.”
“I know she was a drinker before the baby. I thought she had stopped.”
“I’ll do a full panel to see how she and the baby are doing. Hopefully, it’s just alcohol and nothing else.” What the fuck is Fiona thinking? This is Fiona. I’m sure she isn’t thinking.
“I will have someone take her to the appointment.”
“She just needs support. As long as she does what she needs to do, she and the child will be fine.”
“Thank you.” I shake his hand.
“My pleasure. Please call if you need anything, Mr. Manarch.” He continues to the exit as I walk to my office.
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It’s not even eleven, and I could use a drink. This shit with Fiona is stress I don’t need. It makes me wish that it was Ava who was carrying my child and not her. Things would be simpler. But we all have things we wish were different. I sit at my desk and turn on my laptop. Work is my only consolation these days. I look at the hotel numbers. They are growing at a faster rate than we anticipated. I am thankful I never got a chance to share with my father about the purchase. I’m sure he would have found a way to insert himself in the business. Only my lawyer and Oliver know about it. At this point no reason for my father to know. I lose myself looking at numbers and emails about Manarch Industries. As long as I am working, I don’t need to think about anything else. There is a knock at the door. I look at the camera. It’s Oliver.
“Come in, Oliver.” My door opens.
“How’s Fiona?” He walks inside.
“Being Fiona.” He chuckles.
“What did Dr. Smith say?” He asks me.
“She isn’t taking care of herself and he thinks she is drinking.”
“Shit.”
“I want the house free of all alcohol. Have everything be taken to the guardhouse. No one is to bring any alcohol to the house.”
“Got it. Anything else?” I close my eyes, trying to ease the headache that is already forming.
“I’m going to spend more time in the house making sure Fiona is doing what she is supposed to. I’ll need you to be on call in the event I am unable to leave the house.”
“It’s for the best. You know Fiona doesn’t care about anyone other than herself. I’m not sure the child is the exception. At least with your presence here, you might be able to control her actions.”
“All I care about is my child.”
“I know. This is the only way you can protect the child.”
“From the moment that child is born, I am done with her,” I say more to myself. I let out a breath.
