Page 7 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

Just then, my phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. It's my brother, Dylan. I pick up the phone, "Hey, Dylan. What's up?"

"Hey, how's it going at the hospital?" he asks.

"It's fine. Just going over some reports left behind by the former Chief Neurologist," I reply, my mind still lingering on the confusing data.

"Ah, sounds like a blast," Dylan chuckles. "So, listen, I'm already in the city and I'm heading to your house. Farrell is coming with me, and we're going to crash there for the weekend. Hope that's cool with you."

"Yeah, that's fine," I say absentmindedly, my attention still on the reports in front of me.

"Is everything okay? You sound a little distracted," Dylan asks.

I hesitate for a moment, debating whether to bring up the perplexing figures. Finally, I decide to tell him, "Actually, I'm going over some data that doesn't quite make sense. It's got me a little stumped. I was expecting different numbers given how our hospital performed last year."

Dylan's voice grows serious, "Do you want me to come over and take a look at it with you? You know I'm pretty good with numbers, it’s the main area of my career."

I smile, grateful for his offer, "That would be great. Thanks, Dylan."

"Of course, bro. I'll be there in a bit. Oh, and by the way, I'm bringing home some beer. Get ready to unwind," Dylan says, chuckling again.

Dylan and I talk about various things for a while, catching up on each other's lives. Then after much hesitation, I finally bring up Ally. "I met this stunning young lady in Greece," I say. "We had a great time together. And now I've found out that she's working at the hospital as a resident neurologist. I'm interested in her, and I want to pursue a real relationship with her. I truly feel that she is the one for me."

Dylan's response is not what I expected. "You can't do that, Dante," he says. "You can't risk damaging our family name by getting involved with a woman who's still in training at one of our hospitals. It's unprofessional and could cause problems for both of you. Also, do you notice the age gap between the two of you? You are almost twenty years older than her."

I feel a pang of disappointment and frustration. I had hoped that Dylan would support me in this, but I should have known better. Our family has always been more concerned with appearances and reputation than with our personal happiness.

"But what if she's the one?" I ask. "What if I let her slip away because I'm worried about what people might think?"

Dylan sighs. "I understand where you're coming from, but you need to be smart about this. Maybe give it some time and see how things develop. Don't rush into anything."

I reluctantly agree, but deep down, I know that I can't wait forever. I want to be with Ally, and I can't help but feel like I'm wasting precious time by not making a move.

Ally

I make my way to the end of the hospital corridor, eager to leave work behind and go home. As I pass by the other offices, I can see some of my colleagues still busy at their desks. However, Michael specifically catches my eye, as he’s hunched over his computer and typing away furiously.

I walk over to him, smiling, and say, "Hey, Michael. It's time to leave, you know."

He looks up at me and gives me a tired smile. "Yeah, I know. I'm just finishing up some reports. You go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a bit."

I nod, wishing him a good night and turning to leave. As I walk down the hallway towards the exit, I greet some of the patients and nurses, making small talk and asking how they're doing. It's always nice to end the day on a positive note, and I try to make sure everyone feels cared for before I leave.

Just as I reach the exit door, it suddenly swings open, and I'm hit by a force that nearly knocks me off my feet. I look up to see Dante, standing at the door. My heart skips a beat as I pretend like I have not had a romantic past with him. He apologizes but I try to walk away, and he stops me.

"Ally, wait," he says, looking at me with a mix of surprise and confusion.

I ignore his call and yank my hand away from his as I recall how he had vanished from my life, despite having my contact number.

As I head home, I can't shake the feeling of uncertainty. When I arrive at my apartment, I'm greeted by my twin sister, Ashlee, who immediately senses that something is wrong.

"Ally, what's going on?" she asks, her eyes scanning my face.

"I saw Dante today," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"And?" she urges, looking at me expectantly.

"And it was... complicated," I say, a lump forming in my throat.

"I know how you feel," she says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "But maybe it's time to move on."

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