Reunited With Her Surgeon Prince

She could stay silent—and she did.

Between Marc and Felix, they sorted that Marc would have dinner with them. The hospital cook was making bulk fish and chips, so they ended up at the kitchen table in Ellie’s hospital apartment with a mound of fish and chips in front of them.

Ellie simply went along with it. She didn’t have the strength for anything else.

She ate her fish and chips in silence and was vaguely grateful for them—how long since she’d eaten?

There was a bottle of wine in the fridge. She offered it to Marc but he refused. ‘Jet lag,’ he told her and she nodded and reflected that that was how she herself was feeling. She was pretty much ready to fall over now.

And Marc? He must be shocked to the core, but he was being kind.

For Felix was hammering him with questions. One part of Ellie was numb, but there was still a part of her that was taking in Marc’s responses.

‘Are you really a surgeon?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do you work in a big hospital?’

‘I travel a lot, Felix. I’m in charge of the country’s health system. I do operate when I’m needed, but a lot of my time’s spent checking our remote hospitals are up to standard.’

‘What’s remote? Like the Outback here?’

‘We don’t have deserts,’ he told him. ‘But we do have mountains. Lots of mountains and many of our tiny hospitals are cut off in bad weather. Like your mum’s hospital here, they’re a long way from anywhere and it’s my job to see they’re not cut off completely.’

‘But you still operate.’

‘I love my job so yes, I operate, whenever I can. I have an apartment in one of the city hospitals and I operate there when I’m needed.’

‘Like this afternoon.’

‘Like this afternoon.’

And then the questions got personal.

‘Are you married?’

‘No.’ He glanced at Ellie and Ellie concentrated fiercely on her pile of chips.

‘Why not?’

‘I guess I’ve been too busy.’

‘You weren’t too busy to marry my mum.’

‘I wasn’t,’ he said gravely. ‘But your mum and I were both students then, so we had more time. We hadn’t realised just how many responsibilities we faced. There was a war in my country and I had to go home. Your grandmother was ill and your mum was needed here. There wasn’t time for us to stay married.’

And finally Felix fixed his eyes on his father and asked the question she’d been dreading. ‘There was time to make me,’ he said flatly. ‘Didn’t you want me?’

If ever she wanted to turn into a puddle of nothing, it was now. What had she been thinking, not telling Marc what she intended?

It had been for all the right reasons, she told herself, but her silent reasoning sounded hysterical. It sounded wrong.

And Marc? He’d respond with anger, she thought, and he had every right. He could slam her decision of nine years ago. He could drive a wedge between her and her son, give Felix a reason to turn to her with bewilderment and betrayal.

Marc glanced at her, for just a moment. Their eyes locked.

She saw anger, but underneath there was mostly confusion. And concern.

All that she could see at a glance. Why?

Because she knew this man. She’d married him. Three glorious months...

‘Felix, this takes some understanding,’ Marc said, and whatever betrayal he was feeling seemed to have been set aside.

But she hadn’t betrayed Marc, she told herself. She’d told him the truth.

Sort of.

‘Your mum and I were very young when we met,’ Marc continued. ‘We were not much more than kids. We fell in love and we got married. It was all very fast and very romantic. But sometimes you do things that you hope might work out, even if they probably won’t. Have you ever done that?’

‘Like riding Sam Thomas’s brother’s bike down the hill at top speed,’ Felix said. Marc was talking to him as an adult and he was responding in kind. ‘It was too big for me and I couldn’t make the brakes work but there was a grassy paddock at the bottom so I sort of hoped it’d be okay.’

‘It wasn’t, huh?’

‘No,’ Felix said but he peeped a cautious smile at Marc, obviously looking for a reaction. ‘I broke my leg. Getting married was like that? Getting on a bike with no brakes?’

‘I guess so,’ Marc said and Ellie saw a faint smile in response. ‘Only in this case we didn’t break our legs. A war started in my country. A big one. There were many, many people killed and more hurt. And your grandma was ill here. So your mum and I had to part.’

‘You didn’t write to me.’

‘No,’ Marc said softly and Ellie thought, Here it comes.

But it didn’t.

‘I didn’t write,’ Marc continued. ‘And I’m very, very sorry.’

And, just like that, he’d let her off the hook. Of all the things he could have said, the anger, the blame...

He could be telling Felix it was his mother’s fault, his mother’s deception. Instead of which, he was simply apologising.

‘When I left I didn’t know your mother was pregnant,’ Marc said. ‘And when she told me, I was in the middle of a war zone, helping people survive. But I should have come back for you and I’m very sorry I didn’t.’

All the questions Felix had been firing at her had been becoming increasingly belligerent. Increasingly angry.

She’d known that she’d have to face that anger some time. Now, Marc had taken it all on himself. He’d let her off the hook.

She’d been staring into her water glass sightlessly, numbly. Now she looked up and met his gaze.