His Hidden Child

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15:

I watched as Caitlin relaxed under the cold water. My heart knocking hard in my chest, getting ready to

pop.

Why did this keep happening? Just why? Sin looked at me for a brief moment before he directed his

eyes back to our daughter.

Sin's hands were trembling under Caitlin and for the first time in five years, I see his fear. His eyes kept

wandering on Caitlins face looking for any sign of pain and distress.

Minutes passed by like hours and once Caitlins body temperature settled, I wrapped her in a towel

tightly holding her to my chest. I smoothed out her brown locks and hummed in her ears. The tears that

were brimming my eyes, I tried holding them back. Claire walked in, looking between sin and I with

concerned eyes before taking Caitlin from my arms and walking out of the bathroom, and out her

bedroom to Caitlin's bedroom.

Sin looked at the ground silently. His eyes kept wandering from one place to another. His breathing was

heavily taken in and released. His fingers still trembling but holding on tightly to the bathroom basin. I

didn't know how to speak to him, knowing now he was going through the same thing I was going

through. Our daughter was not well. And to find the words to comfort him, I just couldn't think of

anything.

He let out a sigh, his grey eyes locking their gaze on me. "Isabelle, speak to me," he said. His tone

calm, but the anger laced his voice. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"I-i don't know what to say," I said to him. My voice barely going high. I felt weak. Tired. I felt like I failed

my daughter. I felt horrible.

"Isabelle, what's wrong with our daughter?" he questioned me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I could form any words to explain. How was I to explain to my mate

about what happened during those 2 out of 5 years?

"ISABELLE!" he roared my name. The tears began brimming my eyes again as I took a short breath in.

"I don't know." was all I could answer. And truly, I don't know. Even though we had a rough past, there

was nothing out of the ordinary that I could link to right now.

"You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW?! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING TO OUR

DAUGHTER WHILE YOU WERE WITH HER FOR THE FIVE YEARS?, YOU DISAPPEARED

ISABELLE! SO DON'T BULLSHIT ME ABOUT NOT KNOWING!" he yelled out in anger. His

overprotective side taking over.

I looked away from him, not having the courage to look him in the eyes. I could feel his disappointment,

dissatisfaction and anger. He was blaming himself.

Yes, he did end up drunk kissing Lilliana, but I blame myself for not being strong enough to protect

Caitlin, not being smart enough to know what's wrong with my daughter.

"Were taking her to the pack hospital tomorrow, they're going to check her and while we're at it, they'll

check you too." fear rose up my throat as those words left Sin's mouth.

"Why are you scared Isabelle? Why is your heart beat speeding UP? What are you hiding." he

questioned as I looked at him.

"N-Nothing" I lied.

What if they discovered anything from the past? Would Sin be as Forgiving as he is now? Would he try

and understand me?

" Sin, I don't think that's necessary, I'm fine, I ju-" he cut me off in my mid-sentence.

"You have no right to speak right now Isabelle, I am holding in a huge amount of anger, don't tempt

me," he said in a deadly tone.

I wanted to speak out but something made me bite my tongue. He looked at me, his eyes softening for

any a mere second before he walked out of Claire's bedroom shutting the door behind him.

My heart raced faster and heavier. Was this it? Was I going to get rejected a second time? Tears

brimmed my eyes. He'd never forgive me for this. Never. Sin would hate me and honestly, it hurt

thinking about that.

I paced the bathroom with heavy steps, this can't be happening. I sighed my mind wandering off as I

walked out of the bathroom, out Claire's room and down the tiled stairs. How was I to explain what

happened when the question arises? What was I to do?

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