The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 That’s a bad word

Mia’s POV

The door had barely closed behind Dr. Norbu when it burst open again.

Scarlett came through first, moving faster than I’d seen her move since college when she’d sprinted across campus because someone said there were free samples at the new frozen yogurt place. Her red hair flew behind her like a banner, her coat half-on, half-off, one arm still tangled in the sleeve.

Behind her came Morton.

Morton, who never ran. Morton, who I’d once watched receive news that his company’s stock had dropped fifteen points in an hour with nothing more than a slight tightening around his eyes.

Morton’s eyes were red.

Actual red, like he’d been crying, or trying very hard not to cry, or had given up on trying not to cry somewhere between the parking lot and the eighth floor.

He didn’t stop at the doorway. Didn’t pause to assess the situation or check if this was an appropriate time to enter or exchange polite greetings.

He went straight to Kyle’s bed.

“Jesus Christ,” Morton said, his voice rough. “Jesus fucking Christ, Kyle.”

Alexander’s head popped up from where he’d been nestled against Kyle’s side. “That’s a bad word. Two bad words.”

“Sorry,” Morton said automatically, but he wasn’t looking at Alexander. He was looking at Kyle, his hands gripping the bed rail like it was the only thing keeping him upright. “Sophie said—she said the doctor left after ten minutes and I thought-”

“I’m still here,” Kyle said.

“I can see that. I just-” Morton’s voice cracked. He turned his face away, one hand coming up to press against his eyes.

Sophie swept in behind them, her heels clicking against the linoleum with the staccato rhythm of someone who’d miscalculated badly and was trying to make up for it through sheer force of presence. She wore a scarlet coat-of course it was scarlet-and her hair was windblown in a way that somehow looked intentional.

“Mon dieu,” she breathed, taking in the scene. Kyle in the bed, three children arranged around him like protective satellites, Morton gripping the railing like he was holding onto the edge of a cliff. “I am an idiot. A complete and utter idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Scarlett said, though she was looking at Morton with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You just jumped to conclusions.”

“I jumped to the wrong conclusions! I told you the doctor left after ten minutes and you said—” Sophie gestured wildly at Morton. “And then this one, he just went white and grabbed his keys and we were in the car before I could explain that maybe ten minutes doesn’t always mean-”

“Sophie.” Thomas’s voice came from the doorway. He stood there in his coat, his jaw tight, looking like he’d just run several blocks. “Please stop talking.”

“I am not talking, I am explaining—”

“You’re talking. You’re always talking. It’s one of your defining characteristics.”

Sophie whirled on him. “And you are always judging! Another of your defining characteristics, Thomas Wallace!”

“I’m not judging. I’m observing that in the thirty seconds since we arrived, you’ve managed to make this moment about your dramatic misinterpretation instead of about Kyle and his-” Thomas gestured at the children, clearly not wanting to say something in front of them.

“My dramatic-? I was concerned! I was worried! I rushed here because I thought—”

“You rushed here because you love being the center of attention, even when the attention should be elsewhere.”

Madison tugged on my sleeve. “Mia,” she whispered. “They’re fighting.”

“I know, baby.”

“In the hospital.”

“I know.”

“That’s not allowed.”

She was right. I opened my mouth to say something, to tell them all to take it outside or lower their voices or remember where they were, but Morton spoke first.

“Kyle’s my best friend.”

The room went quiet.

Morton hadn’t moved from his position at the bedside, but his voice carried anyway. Soft. Steady. The kind of voice you use when you’re trying very hard to keep it steady.

“Kyle’s my best friend,” he said again. “He’s been my best friend since we were eight years old and I

Chapter 393 That’s a bad word

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got assigned to the dorm room next to his at boarding school and he taught me how to pick the lock on the vending machine so we could steal candy bars at two in the morning.”

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