Page 22 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

"I can't believe you had to go through all that," I say, feeling sympathetic.

Farrell shrugs. "It's all in the past now. But the point is, you need to confront Ally and get to the bottom of this."

After breakfast, Farrell suggests we play tennis. I haven't played in a while, but I love to get some distraction. We head to the tennis room, and I change into my tennis clothes. The sound of the ball hitting the racket is soothing, and I find myself relaxing for the first time in days. We play a few rounds and I enjoy the game. It's been too long since I've played sports, and it feels good to be active again. As we take a break, Farrell asks me about work. I tell him about the report I filled out the previous night, and he listens intently.

"You know, I've been thinking," Farrell says, his face serious. "Maybe you need to take a break from work. Just for a little while. Get some rest, clear your mind."

I shake my head. "I can't just take a break like that. My job is important."

"I know it is," Farrell replies. "But your health is important too. And right now, you need to take care of yourself."

He has a point just like Dylan, but I can't just abandon my responsibilities. I take a deep breath and change the subject. "How's Dad doing?"

Farrell's face falls slightly. "He's still in the hospital, but he's stable. Dylan is with him right now."

I feel guilty for not asking about Dad earlier. "I should go visit him. I will do that today"

Farrell nods. "Yeah, you should. He'd be happy to see you."

We finish the game, and I head to the shower. As I stand under the hot water, I think about what Farrell said. Maybe I do need to take a break from work. But how can I do that when there's so much to do?

I dress up and go to the hospital to visit Dad, and it's good to see him looking better than the last time I saw him. Dylan and I chat about his condition, and he reassures me that Dad will be fine, and we chat about other things going on in our lives. Dylan mentions that he's thinking about proposing to his girlfriend soon, and I congratulate him. It's a nice distraction from everything going on with Ally and the pregnancy. After visiting with Dad for a while, I head back home. I find Farrell still playing tennis, so I grab a racket and join him. We play for a while, and I find that it's a good way to get out some of my frustration and anger.

As we're playing, I can't stop thinking about Ally and the pregnancy. I know I need to talk to her about it, but I'm not sure how to approach the subject. I don't want to accuse her of anything or make her feel like I'm pressuring her. Farrell notices my distraction and asks me what's going on. I bring up the topic of Ally and the pregnancy again, and he listens patiently. He suggests that I just be honest with her and tell her how I feel.

"I know it's scary," he says, "but you won't know the truth until you talk to her. And you don't want to be in limbo forever, wondering what's going on."

I know he's right, but it's easier said than done. I'm nervous about confronting her, and I don't want to find out that it might be someone else’s child. Maybe her colleague Michael! I don’t know if I am drowning in my own emotions for Ally or the surprise of the pregnancy.

After we finish playing tennis, Farrell and I head inside for lunch. Alfred has made some sandwiches, and we sit at the kitchen table and eat. I think a bit about Ally. She might be carrying someone else’s child but even then, my heart still longs for her. I love her, but I'm not sure how I feel about the whole situation.

As we finish lunch, I excuse myself and head to my room to dress for work. I choose a classic navy suit and a crisp white shirt, pairing it with a red tie for a pop of color. I take a moment to check my appearance in the mirror, running a hand through my dark hair to smooth it down.

I grab my briefcase and head out to my car, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. Today, I have a meeting with the chiefs of other departments, and I need to be on top of my game. When I arrive at work, they’re already waiting for me in the conference room. We exchange pleasantries, and I take my seat at the table. The director of the hospital, Dr Charles, takes the lead and begins discussing the latest developments in the hospital. He has been the most trusted administrator that my family works with and consult for the management of our hospitals.

"Our supply of drugs has been replenished, and we've received a new allocation of funds to distribute among the departments," he says. "We need to make sure that we're using these resources wisely and efficiently."

We spend the next hour discussing budget allocations and staffing concerns, making sure that each department is adequately equipped to provide the best care possible for our patients. It's a productive meeting, and I feel good about the direction we're headed. As the meeting draws to a close, Dr Charles reminds us to submit our budget reports for the month by the end of the week. I nod in agreement, taking mental notes to make sure that I stay on top of my department's finances.

Once the meeting is over, I head back to my office and sit down at my desk. I try to focus on work, but my mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Ally. I need to talk to her. I sit at my desk, staring at the clock on the wall. It's not yet closing time, and I don't want to sit here in vain waiting for Ally. I decide to head to the residents office to see her, but as I reach the door, I change my mind. Instead, I turn back to my desk and start working on the budget for the neurology department.

I pull out my laptop and open a spreadsheet, ready to start filling in the numbers. I reach for the hard copies that Dr. Peters had drafted, but I can't seem to find them. After a few minutes of searching, I finally find them buried under a pile of papers on my desk. I quickly scan through the sheets and start entering the information onto my computer.

As I'm filling in the budget, I wonder where Ally is and what she's doing. Is she thinking about me too? I shake my head and try to focus on my work.

Just as I'm finishing up, Dr. Peters walks in. "Hey, Dante," he says, smiling at me. "How's the budget coming along?"

"It's almost done," I reply, gesturing towards my laptop. "I just need to double-check a few things."

Dr. Peters nods and pulls up a chair next to me. "Great," he says. "I've got a few suggestions for you, if you don't mind."

"Of course not," I say, grateful for the input. "What do you think we should do?"

Dr. Peters leans over my laptop and starts pointing out different areas that need adjustments. We discuss the different options and come up with a plan that we're both happy with.

As we finish up the budget, Dr. Peters mentions a scheduled plan to go through all the wards and make an inventory so that we can come up with a perfect budget. "What do you think?" he asks.

I nod, agreeing with the idea. "That's a great idea," I say. "We can do that tomorrow."

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