Chapter 7 She Would Be Married To Me

Jason Pov

It's been two days and I haven't gotten any news of that damn doctor! I have been searching for her for two days because of Vince who woke up not long after she left.

He had started his tantrums as soon as he noticed her absence the next day. After throwing tantrums, he became weak and resorted to depression.

I was getting frustrated seeing him in such a depressed state, crying his lungs out.

I need to find a solution to it once and for all. But what should I do? The answer lies in just one person.

Doctor Violet Myers.

I just can't let him continue to suffer yet I just can't accept a stranger to be the mother to my son. What if she plotted it?

But then I remembered how she ran off as soon as she saw the portrait of my grandfather. Did she have a grudge against him?

I was so frustrated that I was unable to do anything at the office. All I wanted was to turn back the hands of time if possible.

There was a knock on my office door and it was pushed open by Jack Graves. He was my best friend.

"Why don't you make a deal with the lady in question? Just for the sake of Vince," Jack asked, looking at me.

I furrowed my brow," A deal? What kind of deal?"

I listened intently to Jack's suggestion but I wasn't too convinced if it would work out. Making such a deal just to get Vince to be calm again was too... extreme.

As I was contemplating on what to do, my phone suddenly rang. One look at it and my face darkened. What could be wrong with Vince again? I just left him not long ago and he was asleep!

Clenching my fist tightly, I cut the call and quickly got up along with Jack, rushing to my house. According to the nanny who just called, Vince had woken up feeling sick and he kept asking for his mother from time to time.

But he was too weak to throw his usual tantrums, rather he developed a very high fever and the doctor was trying to cool his temperature.

I had been trying to call Doctor Myers for days but I couldn't get a hold of her. I had also called the hospital and they told me she had taken a week off.

"Damn that woman!" I cursed, hitting the car seat.

I don't have a f*cking idea of what to do to make Vince feel better and that's making me frustrated.

The car stopped at the entrance and I got out. As I made my way towards Vince's room, I brought out my phone to call my private investigator. I need to get her here as soon as possible!

As I was trying to call him, I saw my butler walk up to me briskly.

"Miss Myers is seeking an audience, sir," the butler said.

Speak of the devil! I snickered.

"How is Vince?" I asked, instead.

"He is sleeping. He became calm as soon as he saw the Miss," he replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief but furrowed my brows. Why was she here?

I signaled him to let her into my study as I made my way there too. After about two minutes, I watched her walk in, looking lost and distraught.

I gave her a cold stare and watched as she lowered her eyes in defeat.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leveling her completely with my stare.

I watched her bite her lips as she responded, "Can we talk?"

"Go on..."

I listened to her, impatiently talking about what had happened with her brother. Being the grandson and heir to the Clarksville's empire, I was the only one that could save her brother.

"Please save my brother. I will do anything you want." She pleaded, almost breaking down in tears.

I didn't give a f*ck about her brother. I could care less what happened to him. The one thing I cared about was my son.

But then, I supposed I could make use of this opportunity.

I thought about what Jack had suggested and I couldn't help but see what was happening as a golden opportunity I could exploit to my son's benefit.

"Give me a second." I said walking out.

I went outside and placed a call to my assistant to prepare a quick document and he had just thirty minutes to bring it to me.

I went back to the study and sat down without saying another word. I watched how she waited patiently, sweating profusely for my answer. Who would have thought this nosy doctor would be so quiet?

Thirty minutes later, my assistant came in with the document and handed me the document. I read it and shove it towards her.

"What is this?" She stared at the paper confused.

"Read it." I said, coldly. "I will only help you if you sign that."

She looked blankly at the paper.

"With that document, we would have a contract marriage. You will stay here with Vince and I. You will be his mother and care for him. If you agree to my terms then I will make sure your brother gets out immediately," I said, like a robot.

Was I really doing this?

She stayed motionless for what felt like an eternity. I had her cornered and there was no way out.

I saw a trickle of tears drop on her flawless cheek.

"I will never agree to your outrageous plan! Never!" I will find a way to save my brother!" She said, throwing the document to my face before walking away.

"Walk out of that door and I will make sure your brother will never get out alive!" I said, brimming with anger.

How dare she!

" I hate you... I hate your family!" She spat out, her eyes filled with disgust.

Like I cared... but somehow, I felt... pained? But I pushed it aside as I smirked at her.

"The feeling is mutual. Do you think I give a fuck about you? I am doing this for my son! The choice is yours... save your brother by helping my son," I said, looking at her too.

" Never!" She replied, then turned around to leave again.

I clenched my fist tightly, controlling my anger that was about to burst out. Then still staring at her, I brought out my phone and dialed a number.

I put it on speaker.

" Inspector, I heard there is a murder case for one Charles Myers?"

" Yes, Mr. Clarksville. What do you want us to do?" The inspector asked.

My eyes still fixed on her, I saw her stopping but she didn't turn to look at me.

"I want him..."

Like a flash, my phone was out of my hand as she stared daggers at me. I was feeling triumphant until I heard her next words.

"Never! I will get my brother out with or without your help!"

"How dare she!" I roared in anger.

Was she that stubborn? I don't give a damn because I will make her accept, by hook or by crook!

She would be married to me!