Chapter 6 At the hospital

Upon her arrival at the hospital, she looked at her father, with all the wires attached to him, and started crying uncontrollably.

She couldn't control herself with what she saw till the nurses begged her to stop and encouraged her to be strong.

The doctor had told her that he had only two weeks left to live, but there is a possibility for him to still live many years on earth.

Her heart was gladden when she heard that she could still save her father until she heard the remaining news that was too bad for her.

The doctor further added that he would live longer only if he did a heart surgery, which was fifty fifty percent chance.

The money for the surgery was so huge that they left her speechless.

But If it was in the past, it would be one of those tips her father gave to people, but now it is very huge.

She obviously did not know where to get such a huge amount of money when she was jobless.

"Pops, please stay strong for me. You know you are the only one I have and I don't want to lose you like I lost mom."She cried again bitterly.

"I will try to get the money. Don't worry, you will be fine I promise."

She came out of the ward with a swollen face. She stared at her stepmother with deep hatred as she walked out.

On her way out, she got more angry as she remembered what happened; they would have been in their gigantic mansion.

Her dad would have paid for his treatment by now and she would have been in one of her father's company ordering workers around.

She thought also about how she would have been modeling, which was also her dream.

"You caused this."She wanted to yell at her stepmother but swallowed it by not saying anything.

Massy finally took painful steps and walked out of the hospital with the thought of searching for another job.

She was afraid that she would not have enough time to save up for the bills, so she would probably make way if she could borrow it from someone.

At that point, she knew that she is ever ready to do anything for her father's survival.

Massy stared at the squeezed card in her palm, some of the words and digits on it had almost faded away.

It was not her fault but due to the way it was tightly squeezed.

She had left the card at the bar because she was furious with the way he mocked her, so when he was done she threw the card away to show she did not care at all.

Well, she won't blame him for all he was doing because she had done worst to him, enough to make him kill her.

Only the thought of that made her heart bleed without control and she ached inwardly without telling a soul.

If she had known, she would not have been a bitch when her family was rich, maybe she thought it would last forever.

Now everywhere she went and in all she does, her past attitude haunted her, even when bad things happened to her.

If she was made to suffer for all she had done to beautiful souls in the past then she had suffered more than enough.

She remembered when she went to lend money where she thought she could get help.

Massy was bitter and disappointed because instead of getting help, she was chased away like a stray dog.

At another place where she thought she would get help, she got disappointed when the man said he wanted an exchange.

He told her point blank that for her to get money from him, he would have to make love to her before he could give her a dime.

It was not like she was a virgin or something else stopped her and she would have done it but the man was lying.

Massy already knew from the way he looked at her that he would not give her a dime even if she laid with him. That was the main reason she went to the bar in search of the card she had dropped when she was furious.

She took a glance at the squeezed card and sighed, this was her last hope and she hoped he could help just like he said. It was unbelievable for her to go to the one she once treated with hate and contempt for help, but she had no choice.

She took her phone and typed in the digit from the card while muttering a word of prayer.

Even when she had to stray her eyes as she typed the digits because she was unable to see the faded digit. When she had successfully typed it, she dialled it while holding her breath, anxiously waiting for what would happen next.

At the second ring, someone picked the call up

"Hello, this is Hampton company limited, what can we do for you?" a female voice rang out at the end as it was picked.

Massy raised her brow confused and stared at the card lying in her palm, then staying silent she hung up. The lady at the other end stared at the telephone and told the person close to her that they had one of their weird customers again.

"Maybe this would not be happening if they were so popular,"the other lady muttered before they continued their work for the day.

Massy gazed at the card confused and heaved deeply, finding out that her problems could not be solved anything soon.

"Who knows? Maybe he was just pulling my legs."She thought.

When she was about to give up, she saw at the edge of the card a handwritten note of digits and she peered into it.

She hurriedly picked up her phone that she had dropped already when she had hung up and dialled the digits.

Maybe he had used the card to write his own digits and he was in no way affiliated to the company mentioned to her.

With high hopes, she placed the phone on her ear while it rang out for a few moments.

At the third ring, it was picked up, so she held her breath and closed her eyes as his voice boomed out.

He spat out very coldly, "this is Malik Hampton."

Breathing in and out softly, she said "Hi, it's me" speaking in the most cheerful way she could and hiding her fears.

"Massy Felisha Tedd," he said coldly again, like her name on his lips tasted like poison.

She could not say anything but breathe out to ease the tension heaving up in her chest, so he continued.

"Took you so long to call me, well, you are just in time," he said and she could feel him smirking.

"I just want to say that I am..."she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Sorry?" he cut in abruptly.

"No, not that, but well, that is..."

"You should be."She cut her firmly again and she was getting all tight like he was.

Massy knew she had to let go of her ego for her father's survival, but she did not know how she would do that.

Maybe this is because he was being too tough with her but she expected it since she had hurt him severally in the past.

He was one of the students she bullied when they were in high school and she was sure he would use it against her.

She bit her lips with eyes closed, breathing in and breathe out continuously till she said the words in one breath.

"I need your help."She said this as fast as she could, as if wanting the whole episode to end.

With eyes closed, she waited for his reply but was unfortunately disappointed when he hung up.

Maybe he was pulling her legs, she thought while she was dropping her phone with a sigh.

Deep in thought, her phone rang notifying her about an incoming message but she wanted to ignore it.

She was thinking it was a message from the communication services and did not want anything to anger her at that time.

Nobody has messaged her in a while, but on a second thought, she decided to feed her eyes. Maybe it would take her sorrow away.

She opened up her phone and went to the notifications to see an address in the message box.

Confused, she checked the sender of the message and it was from the number she dialed, which meant it was Malik.

In other words, he was not playing around or pulling her legs. So happily, she rushed out, going to the address sent.

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