The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

Chapter 44: Hi Daddy
“Shanty, dear. What did you and Evan talk about? He is not telling me anything. Sometimes he smiled, and sometimes he
returned to his gloomy self again. What went on with your conversation yesterday?” Clara asked while Shantelle was checking
on Erick inside the ICU.
Erick Thompson was still sedated. Their hospital’s protocol was to have an open- heart surgery patient rest with a lung machine
within twelve to twenty-four
hours. So far, he had passed the observation
period and was due to be extubated.
—
“He um. He hasn’t told you about Lucas?”
Shantelle asked Clara in surprise.
Clara frowned. She sought, “About your boyfriend, no? Is that what happened to his
knuckles? Oh, I hope he did not punch Lucas
in the face.”
Shantelle chuckled. She replied, “No, he could not dare to punch Lucas in the face.”
She sat next to Clara and revealed, “Aunt, we did not get to finish our conversation because of an emergency. That’s probably
why he did not tell you just yet. However, I already know about Nicole.”
“Oh, thank the heavens,” Clara said. She
held Shantelle’s hand and asked, “Then,
maybe, one day, you can forgive Evan, too. I
won’t force you, but I certainly hope.” 1

Shantelle did not react. She wondered why
Evan had not told Clara about Lucas.
However, she assumed he wanted to test
Lucas first for paternity. Anyone would.
After all, with what Keith had raised
yesterday, she would not blame Evan for having second thoughts.
So instead, she updated Clara about Erick. She reported, “I’ll have Uncle Erick off his ventilator. He is doing well. I’ll order the
nurses to stop his sedatives, but he’ll need
you when he wakes up, aunt.”
“I’ll be here,” Clara confirmed.
Hours went by. Erick had been out of the ventilator and was now resting. Shantelle thoroughly observed Erick’s condition, and
after being satisfied, she figured it was finally time to talk to bring Evan to Lucas.
She found Evan in the waiting area, working on his laptop. Her eyes widened, seeing Mrs.
Shaw for the first time. She heard that Mrs.
Shaw traveled with them, but she was never around every time Shantelle visited Erick.
Mrs. Shaw was the first to greet her. “Oh, Misses. It’s the Misses! How beautiful you
are, Shanty.”
Shantelle embraced Mrs. Shaw and replied, Thank you, Mrs. Shaw. You looked gorgeous
yourself.”
Mrs. Shaw chuckled. She whispered, “Oh, not like your husband. Poor Mister Thomson
had been longing for you for so many years. He still has your space in the walk-in closet

full of your clothes. We regularly have them
cleaned, so they remain in good condition.”
“Every year, he would buy something for you during your birthday, but it’s all just there... in your closet. Maybe one day, you’ll
come and get them,” Mrs. Shaw smiled and
suggested, “I wholeheartedly believe he
regrets everything. He waited this long. He could have moved on from losing you, but
he did not. His heart still ached. What’s
worse is he knows it was all his fault.” 1
Shantelle’s smile faded. The revelation
stunned her, but she found the strength to reply, “Mrs. Shaw, I’m no longer the Misses of the house. Evan and I are no longer
married.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate. Nonetheless, it’s
good to see you, Shanty. To me, you’ll
always be the Misses of the villa,” Mrs. Shaw
said. Then she quietly returned to her seat.
After her brief chat with Mrs. Shaw, she locked eyes with Evan. She lifted her chin in his direction and said, “Let’s go?”
***
Shantelle and Evan were walking towards the exit of the hospital. From there, Shantelle asked, “Do you want a paternity
test? We can have that scheduled tomorrow.”
“No need,” Evan said. “You don’t have a

reason to lie to me. Besides, my son
definitely has my good looks.” 3
It was the first time Shantelle saw Evan
smile that week. He turned to her and
suggested, “Either way, you could pin as many children on me, and I would gladly accept them.”
Shantelle rolled her eyes, and he chuckled. She remarked, “Suit yourself. You seem to
be in a good mood.”
“I am excited to see him,” Evan admitted.
5/9
They rode in Evan’s hotel car service to the Scotts’ residence, where Lucas had been
waiting all along. When Shantelle invited Evan to their home, the maids were all stupefied at his sight. Shantelle could make out
what was on their minds, but she chose to ignore them for now.
She directed Evan to her father’s study. She said, “I’ll get Lucas. Please wait here.”
Evan nodded.
It did not take long for Shantelle to walk back in. This time, she had Lucas with her.
The boy looked Evan straight in the eye, barely blinking.
Shantelle and Lucas settled into the seat
across from Evan. She said, “Lucas, honey,
this is your father, Evan.”
Lucas turned to Shantelle with a smile.

Then, he returned his regard to Evan,
saying, “Hi, daddy. It’s nice to meet you.”
Outright, Evan felt heaviness in his chest. The way the boy called him his father utterly drowned him in a sea of regret. If he had
only realized his feelings for Shantelle back then, he would have seen Lucas’ every
milestone.
He raised his arms and said, “Son, come to
Give your daddy a hug.”
Lucas’ eyes lit up. There was glee in his expression, and Evan immediately felt elated. The boy practically jumped into his arms,
saying, “You are my daddy?”
“Yes, I am your daddy.” Tears rolled down Evan’s face as he hugged his son back. He savored the scent of his hair, the feel of
his embrace, and he unknowingly pecked his
cheek.
Evan could not explain it. Beyond their uncanny resemblance, he sensed deep within his bones that Lucas was his. He has
had the pleasure of embracing children at
the Lockwood Children’s Hospital. The
children’s hold gave him a sense of
happiness, but Lucas’ hug appeared to have filled the void in his heart. It was an explicit familiarity that he could not deny. He
repeated, “I am your father. I am your daddy.
“I’m sorry, Lucas. I had missed so many years of your life,” he described. “But I promise you, from now on, daddy will be with
you. From now on, I’ll help your mommy take care of you. Would you like that?”
Lucas pulled away. Evan saw how the boy had apparently cried. He conveyed, “My classmates said that maybe you don’t love
me. That’s why I did not have a daddy. Do you love me, daddy?”

Evan was stunned. He wondered how he
came to that conclusion. Still, he assured
Lucas, “Of course, I love you, son. You are
my son. You are my flesh and blood.”
Meanwhile, from across from the father and
son, Shantelle was crying at the sight of
them. How her son cried reflected his
longing. How could she have missed it?
She saw Evan look up at her, and he
mouthed, ‘Thank you.’
She nodded, knowing she had done right by
Evan and her son. She mouthed back, ‘No,
thank you.’