Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 96

"You're serious, Doc?" marcello asked with a radiant face looking at the Doctor.

"Looks, yeah. But since I am not an expert in this field, I cannot be sure that my estimates are 100 percent correct, Mr. Marcello. You should just call an obstetrician to make sure," said Doctor.

"Have you heard that, Dian? Icha I'm pregnant, that means I'm gonna be a father. Truly a father of my own flesh and blood" said Marcello hysterically with teary eyes.

The doctor smiled wryly looking at Mr. Marcello's expression. Although it looks a bit excessive, but he understands that the man who is almost four heads, still does not have a child. So, it was only natural that he was so happy to hear this good news.

Dian, too, is happy about Marissa's pregnancy. That means, she will soon become a grandmother, at a relatively young age.

"Yes! Congratulations, Mr. Marcello."

"I should immediately order Joe to immediately pick up the Obstetrician to check on Marissa's pregnancy" he murmured.

"Ehm, I have the Obstetrician's mobile number if you want, Mr. Marcello. Her name is Doctor Nisa" said the doctor.

"Ah, yes. Of course," Marcello replied quickly.

After giving the mobile number of the Obstetrician to Marcello, the beautiful doctor immediately said goodbye to them. Without waiting for long, Marcello immediately contacted Doctor Nisa's mobile number and asked the woman to come to the Mansion immediately.

Of course Doctor Nisa agreed, it was an honor for Doctor Nisa to be able to serve the Wife of a Marcello. A successful businessman who is famous throughout the country.

Meanwhile.

"Where have you been, Pah?" asked Ismika to her husband, Riyadh.

Riyadh chose to sit in a chair adjacent to his wife. His eyes were still searching for the figure that had haunted his mind for years. Simple woman who accidentally, he destroyed his future.

"To the toilet, after I finished taking my phone in the car."

All of a sudden, he saw Joe from a distance and he wanted to see him immediately. Riyadh rose from his seat and asked permission from Zaid and Ismika.

"I want to see Joe, there's something I want to talk to him about" he said as he walked away.

Zaid and Ismika looked at each other and noticed Riyadh's back getting away from them. Ismika exhaled heavily and then spoke.

"Did you see your father, Zaid? Even here, he did not feel at home lingering near me."

Zaid stroked the top of Ismika's hand while smiling wryly. "Patience is it, Mah."

Now Riyadh is right in front of Joe. Joe smiled warmly then extended his hand to the man and began to mince words.

"What happened to Marissa, is she okay?"

"May Marissa be okay. Oh yeah, Joe. Speaking of Marissa, may I ask you something about her?" continue Riyadh.

Joe raised his eyebrows while looking at Mr. Riyadh. "Maybe, as long as it doesn't offend Mr. Marcello and Ms. Marissa, it doesn't matter" Joe replied.

Mr. Riyadh nodded his head in agreement and understood what Joe meant. "May I know how old Marissa is now? Looks like the girl's very young, huh?"

"Miss Marissa is only 19 years old, why Mr Riyadh? Is there something wrong with our lady?" askalanya. Joe smirked cunningly, though he understood what Mr. Riyadh meant to question him.

"Ah, no-no. I was just curious and it turned out that my guess was correct, she was much younger than my son, Zaid."

For a moment Riyadh fell silent. He doesn't know how to question Marissa and Dian's relationship with Joe.

"Ehm, Joe. One more question,"

"Please ask, sir."

"Dian Maharani, the woman who was following Marcello. What does this woman have to do with Marissa? Is she his mother?"

"That's it, Mr. Riyadh. I think your question has led to their personal problems. And my advice, you should just ask directly to the concerned. Thank you" Joe replied with a cold face.

Riyadh could only exhale heavily after hearing the reply from the man.

. . .

Marcello and Dian are still waiting for the arrival of Doctor Nisa who is on her way to the Mansion. Marissa had not even regained consciousness, the woman still looked weak on her bed.

Dian stroked the top of Marissa's head after she managed to release some accessories that adorned her son's head. Sometimes he put his warm kiss on Marissa's forehead with a thin smile.

While Marcello continued to pay attention to Dian and his lips were itching to ask about the woman's relationship with Riyadh, his friend from other countries.

"Dian, man,"

Dian turned to Marcello and looked at the man. "Yes, Mr Marcello?"

"Who is Mr Abraham? Is he Riyadh Abraham, the man who spoke to you at the party?" marcello asked with a serious look at Dian.

Dian was silent while lowering her head. He did not expect that Marcello was so close to the figure of the man who had destroyed his future.

"Yes, Mr. Marcello. The man is Riyadh Abraham, Marissa's real father" he replied.

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