CHAPTER 887. MY LITTLE BELOVED. A FORTY-EIGHT-HOUR HELL

Niko didn’t even let Gigi protest when they talked about taking her back home after the tests. And by “home,” he, of course, meant the apartment where they had lived together until just a few weeks ago. He knew that even though they were both exhausted, the weight of uncertainty was still crushing them.

When they arrived, Gigi saw Anja waiting for them in the living room, looking a little anxious. Niko had called to tell her that he had found Gigi, and she was there to reassure the young woman that she had kept her word.

“Honey, I swear I didn’t…” Anja tried to explain, and her face, always so serene and maternal, brought a silent tear to Gigi’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, I know it wasn’t you and… well… we already had the tests done,” she murmured softly, and Anja quickly noticed the nervousness that hinted at something more.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes shifting rapidly between her son and the young woman.

Gigi felt overwhelmed