The CEO's Secret Twins

"Arghhh ...!"

A girl screamed before her body bounced off and fell onto the asphalt. The little body was sprawled and covered in blood. Thankfully, her head was propped up by the bag she was carrying, but the child had no moans or cries.

"You hit a kid, Boss." William saw with his own eyes that the little girl was blown away.

A man wearing a white shirt exited the car hurriedly, his breath ragged when he saw the little girl lying and covered in blood.

The man who came out from the left side of the car just muttered to himself when he saw the little girl who his boss hit. 'Alana.'

The man called by the boss carried Alana's body. "Willy, you drive. Fast!" Henry ordered before getting into his car.

"Okay, boss." William ran his car through the city streets. Luckily, the road wasn't jammed even though it was busy with vehicles, but it was smooth.

Henry, the CEO of BARA Corporation, still looks young and handsome at the age of thirty year. The man kept looking at the face of the child, who was weak and helpless in his arms due to his negligence while driving the car.

"Boss, is the child still breathing?" William glanced briefly at the rear-view mirror to see Alana's condition; then, he returned to focus on driving.

William kept trying to focus, even though his mind was on the mother of the child his boss hit.

'How do I explain all this?' The man sitting in the driver's seat could only mutter to himself. He didn't tell his boss that he recognized the little girl.

Henry stared at the face of the girl, who was slumped in his lap. The little girl still looked beautiful and sweet, even though she was very pale.

The man wearing a white shirt covered in blood put his index finger under Alana's nose. He breathed a sigh of relief when he still felt the child's breath.

Not long after, they arrived at the hospital. The nurse took Alana to the emergency room. Henry and William hastened to the gurney, which the nurse pushed.

The nurse admitted Alana to the emergency room. Henry waited outside the emergency room. He was afraid something would happen to the child. If something wrong happened, he could never forgive himself.

William approached the boss, who was standing at the emergency room door. "Boss, we better tell her family."

"God, how could I forget, but where do we have to find out? I don't know who her parents are."

Henry remembered the child's bag that the nurse had given him. There may be some info on her family here. Henry handed the pink bag to his assistant.

"Fine, Boss." William took the pink bag. "I will contact Alana's parents soon."

"Alana?" Henry's brow furrowed. "That child's name is Alana?"

"Yes, boss," William answered.

"How do you know? Do you know her?" Henry shot a few questions to his assistant.

"It has a name." William showed Alana's name on the pink school bag. "This must be the little girl's name."

"Yes, that must be her name," said Henry, "you find out the kindergarten and ask them for Alana's parents' number," he continued, pointing to Alana's school name, printed on her school bag.

William nodded, then left in front of his boss. After being further away from Henry, William contacted Alana's biological mother.

"Hello... your daughter had an accident. Hurry up and come here. I'll send you the address." Without waiting for an answer from the person behind the phone, William immediately hung up. He couldn't answer the question Alana's parents would surely ask him.

William returned to Henry after finishing the call.

"I've called the mother," William said. "She'll be here soon."

"That's great." That was all Henry could say. Now, he thought about apologizing to the little girl's parents.

After a long time, a doctor came out of the examination room.

"Are you the family of the little girl who had the accident?" asked the Doctor.

"Yes, Doc," replied Henry, "I am the father."

William widened his eyes when the boss claimed to be the father of the child he hit.

"The little girl lost a lot of blood. For blood type AB, the hospital is empty," explained the Doctor.

Henry was silent for a while after hearing the Doctor's words.

"Please take care of it immediately to get further administration and registration treatment," the Doctor added again before he left.

Henry was very agitated. The grown man kept looking out the emergency room window. Henry wanted to know how the little girl was.

He didn't do it on purpose. Henry would have driven his car slowly if he had known that this would happen.

Even though William had previously offered to drive himself, Henry insisted on going. The result was like this: because he wasn't careful, he bumped into a little girl.

He was ready if Alana's parents were furious with him, and he would take complete and sincere responsibility if Alana's parents demanded it.

Henry continues to be restless. He imagines the face of a little girl in his arms that feels familiar to him.

"Boss, if you want to go home, let me take care of this matter," said William.

"How can I go home if I've caused that little girl harm? What if she's not okay?" Henry gasped excitedly.

William was silent. His lips wanted to open again. However, he undid it when he saw the look on his boss's face, which was getting increasingly agitated.

A nurse came out of the emergency room, and Henry immediately went to the nurse. "Can I come in?" asked Henry, eager to meet the little girl he bumped into.

"Please, sir!" answered the nurse kindly.

Henry nodded. He immediately entered the room while William took care of Alana's registration.

Henry enters the emergency room with mixed feelings: nervous, scared, and sorry. His heart beat faster than his eyes continued to focus on the little girl's face.

Henry's big hand slowly caressed Alana's hand. The little girl's hand was icy. Her head and hands are in bandages.

"Sweet child, wake up! I'm sorry, Uncle, for making you like this. Uncle promised to buy a big doll for you, and we will be friends. Get well soon, okay?" Henry rubbed Alana's hand gently while watching the little girl's pretty face.

'Your face reminds me of someone.'

"Alana wake up- "

"Lana!" The sound of a woman's scream made Henry stop what he was saying and then turn to the source of the sound.

A woman Henry knew very well was now standing on the right side of the bed. The look on her face, which was messy and anxious, was visible. Henry was shocked when he found out the mother of the little girl he hit.

"Amanda..."

The woman called Amanda was surprised. Her lips uttered Henry's name even though she didn't make a sound.

"Manda, why are you here?" he asked.

Henry glanced alternately at Alana and Amanda, two women of different ages whose faces looked very similar.

Amanda enters the emergency room. Her tears overflowed when she saw her daughter lying limp with her head wrapped in bandages.

"You're the one who hit my girl?" Amanda asked Henry. Even though she was annoyed, she kept her voice down so as not to disturb other patients.

"Child?" Henry couldn't hide his surprise at Amanda's statement that she was the mother of the child he had run into. "Is she your daughter?"

Amanda didn't answer Henry's question. She continued to look at her daughter with pity, lying weak in the hospital bed.

"Manda, tell me the truth, she's my girl?" asked Henry, forcing Amanda to face him. However, the young mother shook off the hand of the man who had bumped into her child.

"Don't make fun of you!" Amanda was furious but kept her voice down for fear of disturbing the other patients. "You better get out!"

Henry finally left the room, not wanting to make a fuss at the hospital. He sat on the waiting chair at the front of the room, holding his head.

William approached the boss after completing Alana's administration.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" asked William, who sounded slightly panicked, seeing his boss look frustrated.

It wasn't the man he was worried about, but the little girl in the emergency room.

"How is the girl?" William looked very worried. He was worried something would happen to Alana. "She's fine, right?"

"I can't say that she's fine, but...."

"But what, boss?" William sat beside the boss, still looking down, holding his head.

"Alana is Amanda's daughter...my ex-wife." Henry straightened up, then turned to his assistant. "Is there any chance that Alana is my daughter?"

"Sorry, boss, I can't answer your question. You'd better ask Mrs. Amanda directly."

"I asked her, but she said it wasn't mine. She was about five years old, and we divorced for six years. There's a chance she could be mine."

"Do you want me to investigate?"

"No need for William. I will investigate it myself. Maybe the child was the child of her lovers when she was still my wife."

William was silent and didn't reply to his boss anymore. If assigned to find out about the child, William would do it as ordered, even though he already knew everything. He would pretend he didn't know anything.

Alana has been moved to the ward while waiting for blood donors. The little girl looks still soundly in her sleep as if reluctant to wake up. Amanda seemed very sad. She repeatedly patted Alana's cheek, hoping her daughter would wake up.

The bloodstock at the hospital was empty, making Amanda frantically call her friends who had blood type AB. Amanda's blood type is not the same as that of her daughter. That makes her nervous. Her daughter needs blood, but she has yet to find a donor.

Amanda's tears continued to roll down her cheeks. She felt like a failed mother if she couldn't save her child.

She only has Alana and Alan. They are the ones who can make Amanda not tired of fighting for her life. But now, one of her children is lying helpless with an IV needle stuck in her left arm.

Henry looked at Amanda, crying in the corner of the room. The man couldn't bear to see his ex-wife sad. Even though he still hated it when he remembered Amanda's betrayal of him, his love was no less significant than his hatred.

However, now things are different. Henry is the one who hurt Amanda. Even he felt the woman's pain when he saw Alana lying weak and helpless.

"Manda, I will donate blood for Alana," said Henry, standing up from his seat.

Amanda stared intently at her ex-husband. It had been almost six years since she parted ways with that man, but Henry was still the same, still handsome as ever.

However, all of that meant nothing to Amanda anymore. The parting that has caused pain until now has made Amanda unable to act normally.

The pain returned when she remembered the man she loved had betrayed her and even slandered her.

"What do you mean?" she asked. She just realized that Henry was the biological father of her two children. Of course, most likely, their blood type is the same.

"My blood type is AB, just like your daughter. Let me donate blood for Alana," Henry asked a little forcefully.

"But-"

"Alana needs blood urgently. If we don't take action quickly, I'm afraid something bad will happen to her," Henry said.

"Nothing will happen to my daughter!" Amanda said firmly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, but please consider this offer carefully. Forget about us for now. Remember, Alana needs the blood ASAP. Take it as a form of my responsibility for making her like this," said Henry. "Don't be selfish, Manda! Alana needs blood urgently."

"Okay," said Amanda, who finally agreed.

Amanda wanted to avoid involving Henry in the kids' business, but Alana needed that blood. For the sake of her child, Amanda suppressed her ego a little.

Amanda and Henry immediately saw a doctor and checked Henry's health so he could quickly donate blood.

Henry did a series of tests to ensure his blood was like Alana's. Fortunately, Henry's whole body is healthy, allowing him to donate blood to the little girl he had bumped into.

Many questions raged in Henry's brain, including Alana's blood being the same as his. It had been almost six years since he and Manda separated, but he was sure Alana was his child.

Everything that happens can't be just a coincidence. A path of destiny must be outlined. After a long time apart from Amanda, this is the first time he meets the woman he still loves.

After the blood draw process, Henry returned to Alana's ward. The doctor advised him to take a brief break, but Henry insisted on seeing Alana.

The donated blood was immediately put into Alana's body through an IV tube. The poor little girl had to feel the pain because of her mother's ex-husband's accident.

Henry sat on the sofa not far from Alana's bed, the man's eyes fixed on the little girl, who was fast asleep.

Amanda, who saw that her child had received a blood transfusion, could breathe a sigh of relief. She sat beside the child's bed, gently caressing affectionately, and she gave it to the top of her daughter's head.

"Lana, you must be okay," her mother whispered.

Amanda planted a kiss right on the top of the daughter's head. Everything about that woman did not go unnoticed by Henry. His ex-wife is still the same as before. It looks beautiful and full of affection.

Henry couldn't understand why a woman as gentle as Amanda could have an affair. The man recalled memories of the past. Then Henry exhaled roughly and ventured closer to his ex-wife.

"Amanda," Henry called softly.

Amanda turned her head. The woman looked at her ex-husband. Her tears wanted to come out, but she did her best to hold them back. She didn't deserve to cry over the man who had hurt her.

"Yes," Amanda answered in a very hoarse voice.

"I want to have a serious talk with you."

"We'll talk outside," said Amanda.

Amanda rose from her seat before leaving the child. She first pulled Alana's blanket up so her child wouldn't get cold.

Amanda came out first, followed by Henry. She deliberately spoke outside so Alana would not hear if she woke up.

Alana can't hear her conversation with Henry, let alone the matter being discussed about her.

The young mother did not want Henry to discover the truth about her twins.

Amanda and Henry headed to a hospital garden right behind Alana's ward.

The young mother sat on one of the park benches. Henry wanted to sit in one chair but knew his ex-wife would refuse to sit near him.

"Manda, answer my question honestly!" Henry asked. "Is Alana my daughter?" the man asked again.

Henry repeatedly asked Amanda the same question. He hoped that his ex-wife would give a different answer than before.

Amanda was silent momentarily after hearing Henry's question, which she had been asked more than twice. She exhaled roughly, then answered firmly.

"She's not your daughter!" Amanda confirmed once again. "She is my daughter!"

"She is my and your child. Alana is our child, isn't she?" Henry wished that Alana was his daughter.

"Can't you understand what I'm talking about? Alana is not your daughter!" Annoyed, Amanda emphasized once more.

"But her blood type and mine are the same, Amanda. You don't lie to me?"

"I'm not lying to you. I'm telling the truth. Alana is not your child!" hit Amanda one more time. She will not get tired of saying that Alana is not her ex-husband's child.

"If she's not my daughter, why is her blood type the same?" His ex-wife's words did not convince Henry. He kept pressing Amanda, to be honest.

He hopes Amanda is honest with the facts. In Henry's little heart, he was sure that Alana was his flesh and blood.

"Are you the only one with an AB blood type?" Amanda asked sarcastically. But I'm still grateful, and I thank you very much for helping Alana."

"If she's not my daughter, then whose? We haven't been separated for six years, but you already have a child who is five years old. It is that she is my child, Manda!" presses Henry.

"If I say no, that means no!" Amanda answered firmly but didn't dare to look into the eyes of Henry, who was standing before her.

"Look me in the eye and tell me it is not my daughter!" he ordered.

Amanda was silent. Instead of looking into her ex-husband's eyes, Amanda lowered her head.

"You are not brave?" asked Henry a little sarcastically.

Getting that question made Amanda a little angry. She stared at Henry closely. "You want the real answer? OK, I'll answer. She is not your child!" Amanda said while looking into her ex-husband's eyes.

Even though Amanda had met his eyes, Henry didn't just believe it. The man is still pressing his ex-wife to say yes to his question.

"Alana is my child with my new husband," said Amanda.

"You've remarried?" Henry stared intently at his ex-wife.

"After divorcing you, it wasn't long before I got married and got pregnant with Alana. Now she is only four years old, not five years old," said Amanda, breaking Henry's conviction.

"After the divorce, you immediately got married? You are great!" Henry's voice was sarcastic. The man also dared to sit next to his ex-wife. Amanda shifted slightly.

"Yes, I'm great. It's not difficult for me to find a replacement husband after we divorce."

Amanda was forced to speak so Henry would no longer question her daughter.

"Is she the daughter's your mistress?" Henry smiled mockingly.

"You are so right. Alana was my daughter and my first affair. So, don't ask again about Alana because she's not your child!" Amanda said emphatically.

Inside, Amanda felt guilty for hiding the facts, but she couldn't do anything but that.

Henry and Amanda were still sitting together on a park bench. They fell silent, their thoughts racing. Henry's mind was filled with lingering questions about Alana.

"I will still be responsible for paying for hospital administration." Finally, Henry spoke after a long silence. The man also stood up to prepare to leave.

"You don't have to do it!" Amanda replied spontaneously.

The woman also stood in the way of Henry, who was about to step. The man frowned at his ex-wife.

"I have to do it?" Henry still insists on being responsible to be closer to Alana because he wants to find the truth for himself. "She's my responsibility."

"But she's not your child," Amanda replied.

"Yes, she is not my daughter, but I have run her over. So, I'm responsible for caring for Alana's entire administration."

Henry can use that as an excuse to keep meeting with Alana and discovering the truth about the girl he ran into.

"No need. I can do it myself. You better go home!" Amanda said, walking away. However, her ex-husband blocked her hands.

"Amanda, I only have good intentions for you. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, but I must do this. Hospital fees are costly, you-"

"Do you think I am incapable? You think that I am still poor?" Amanda asked, interrupting her ex-husband's words while curling one corner of her lips. "Don't forget! I already have a husband. He will be responsible for me and Alana."

Memories of events a few years ago entered Amanda's brain when her in-laws didn't like her existence because she was a poor girl. Now Henry insults her, saying as if she can't afford the hospital bills.

"Amanda, that's not what I meant. I only "

"Even though I'm a poor woman, I can work hard for my child. I also have a husband, so you don't have to do it," Amanda explained, interrupting Henry's words again.

"What's wrong if I pay? Don't be stubborn, Amanda." Henry slightly raised his voice.

"Alana is my daughter. She is my responsibility," Amanda said with emphasis. She threw at her ex-husband's hand.

It's not that Amanda doesn't want her ex-husband to be responsible. It's just that she doesn't want her daughter's identity to be revealed. She doesn't want Henry to know that Alana is his biological child.

So far, Amanda has been raising her child. Under no circumstances does she fight for happiness for Alana and Alan. Now Henry comes again when Alana is five years old. Amanda is not willing for Henry to take her children.

Amanda ran to the administrative center to pay for her daughter's medication. The woman's tears were forced out when she saw such a large hospital bill.

"Where can I get this much money?"