Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)
Chapter 69 A firm support

VICTORIA'S POV

My eyes opened to an annoying phone ringtone, and I couldn't help but wonder who made such a bothersome invention. Of course, this feeling only comes to mind when sleeping. Otherwise, no one would dare to imagine such a thought in this world.

I groaned and rolled over but pulled once again into his possessive arms. Alessandro nuzzled the nape of my neck and mumbled, "Let it ring, don't leave me."

I suddenly felt my heart flip inside in a happy mood as I bit my lips, suppressing the threatening smile and nodded.

However, my happy mood was ruined when the phone started ringing again, and I heard his groan.

I patted his hand. "It's alright. Might be an emergency."

Aless groaned but let me go. I rolled to the other side and picked up the call without looking at the screen and the caller.

"Hello..." I spoke in my sleepy tone.

"Are you sleeping still?" I heard Antonio's astonished tone from the opposite side, and without even seeing him, I knew he was surprised and watching his wristwatch.

I looked at the phone screen, and shit! It's ten in the morning! In my entire life, I have never slept so late! We have always been disciplined kids and never slept late, even if we were ill.

But today, I slept so long! Fuck! I turned to the side, glancing at the sleeping figure who had pounced on me like a wolf the whole morning and worn me out!

"Victoria, are you there?" I heard his tone again; this time, my sleepy haze was already gone

I nodded, staring at the marbled ceiling. "Yes, I am. I overslept today." Once again, I watched the sleepy man beside me.

"How is everything at home?" I asked next and heard Antonio sighing, alerting me as I sat up, covering the quilt toward my chest.

"What happened, Ant? Everything alright? Are mama and papa fine?" I asked, suddenly not feeling good.

I didn't realize my tone until I felt a movement beside me. As I turned my head, Aless was awake and sitting close to me, watching me with a silent questioning gaze.

"Victoria, you have to come back," Antonio spoke, raising my heartbeat. "Papa is not well. He needed to be hospitalized last night."

"What?!" My eyes widened, and a part of my heart clenched so tightly that I forgot to breathe for some time. "How is he now? Why didn't you inform me last night? What happened to him?"

I cried out as I felt all my limbs going cold.

"Hey, Princess. Don't cry. Calm down. Last night, Papa felt a slight ache in his chest, and I immediately took him to the doctor. They checked him in an emergency, and the report said he had a heart problem. His heart has a blockage and needs to be operated on soon. We need you here, Princess. Papa wants to see you," he said, and I was already crying ocean at that moment.

"Of course, I am coming right now! I will directly meet you guys at the hospital. Please take care of mama more at this time." I said as I felt a caressing on my back.

It's Aless. He doesn't know what is happening but is trying to calm me with his worried and confused gaze. Even now, my admiration grows for this man who knows how to be supportive in silence. "Sure, we are waiting for you. Don't worry; I am in the hospital with them. You arrive soon." I heard Antonio, and I hung up the call with no reply.

My hands clenched his arm tightly as I turned to Aless with my teary gaze. He wiped away my tears and shushed me.

I can't tell if it's our intimacy, my pregnancy hormones, or the overwhelming emotions making me this weak and a crybaby.

I sobbed hard. "Pa..pa, Aless..." I covered my mouth and hiccuped. "Papa is in... The hos-pi-tal," I sobbed and stuttered. I was on the verge of collapsing in his embrace, but he held me tightly and kept me safe in his arms.

"We are going back to America." I heard him saying, and I nodded in his chest.

I felt him moving as I was leaning on his chest. A few minutes later, I heard him speaking, "Get the flight ready; we will leave for New York in an hour."

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I took a sharp breath as I gazed out of the plane's window at the white clouds. We are all on our way to New York in Alessandro's private jet, except for Jayden, who needed to attend a crucial business meeting and would join us tomorrow. He requested that we keep him updated on Papa's condition.

I was sitting starlight, tapping on the floor with my heel impatiently. I was impatient and called Antonio at least five times and asked about Papa's condition within an hour.

At this moment, I felt like my whole world is crushing apart. I was so close to my father since childhood. Maybe he was angry when I changed my identity and did not talk with me for three years, and I never blamed them for that.

I made a mistake that time and got my punishment. But now, the situation has changed, and my parents and the whole family have become my mental and emotional support.

Papa held a special place in his heart for me, and I spoke with him every day during my stay in Paris. I even spoke with both him and mama last night.

But no one informed me about him. Why? And the following day, Antonio called and told me he was in the hospital?! Oh, Lord, Please help my Papa.

Sitting so nervous, I felt an arm snaking me around. Alessandro was seated next to me, but my anxiety made it difficult for me to speak to him. However, he seemed to know what I needed exactly and remained by my side, providing unwavering support.

He pulled me closer and secured me in his arms, locking me in his calming scent. Even though I was so anxious, I leaned on him. He is just like a shadow, always ready to protect and make me feel protected.

I felt him dropping a kiss over my head as I heard his tone next, "Don't worry, he will get well soon. He still needs to play with his grandchildren."

Even in this situation, I smiled a little putting his words into an image.

Well, I couldn't hope any better...