Chapter 62. The father of my kids, how can it be him?

Danielle's POV

I typed the digits on my phone and took a very deep breath before dialing. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of my cheeks. I choked on my breath and started to feel uncomfortable.

Why was I this nervous? I hung up before the number could ring. Taking deep breaths, I counted…one…two…three. Then took one last breath to regulate myself.

Phew, I can do this. I rested my back and dialed the number again. This time, I left it on the table and closed my eyes. I heard it ring and waited for the owner to pick it up.

A common ringtone rang in the office, precisely Mr Smith's table. I didn't know he was using an iPhone. Every time I saw him, he was always with his Samsung fold.

I shook my head and focused on what I was doing. The person I was calling wasn't picking up his call. Now I have to go through another process to put a call through again.

If only he knew how hard it is to make a call, he'd just pick up at the first trial. I decided I would