Chapter 3 I got robbed

Dante wasn't lying when he said that the operation is going to be a tough one. For twelve good hours he didn't come out of the operating room. Phoebe was also there praying that the lady won't have complications. She wasn't ready to start explaining that she didn't actually know the girl. She needed to go home because she was feeling so tired and stressed, but she didn't want to leave until she handed her over to her parents.

After hours of being in the operating room, Dante finally showed up. He was looking so drained, and Phoebe quickly stood up to meet him but he ignored her. Phoebe was not happy because she expected that as a doctor he should tell her the condition of the patient. As she wanted to speak, another doctor spoke to her and told her that the operation was successful and that they were waiting for the patient to wake up for further examination.

Phoebe then ran after Dante. She rushed to his front and Dante was forced to stop.

"Give me some cash?" she asked.

Everyone was shocked because they didn't expect it. They had thought she ran after him to show some gratitude but they didn't expect her to ask him for money.

Dante also didn't expect that she would demand for money and he glared at her.

"What? You promised that you were going to cover all bills. We were robbed and don't have any money to reach our family" she said bluntly.

People were wondering what transcended between those two that made Phoebe talk to the doctor in that manner.

Dante gave her an indifferent look before he spoke.

"Give her money" he then walked away.

Phoebe didn't even know who he was talking to, until one of the doctors spoke.

"Follow me ma'am."

Dante's mood has gone from bad to worse. He went home straight without even saying a word to anyone. Yesterday, he had gone to the hospital for an emergency but he met another emergency. What Phoebe didn't know was that even if she had refused to sleep with Dante, he would have saved the girl.

"Dante, I think there's a problem."

Dante looked at the one who spoke with a frown on his face.

"What problem?" He had enough trouble these days, and he didn't want to add another.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm just really worried," she said anxiously. She was wriggling her hands.

It's been years that she's been married to Dante's father, yet she was still very scared of his cold manners.

"About?" he growled, not loving the suspense she was putting him in.

The woman was happy that he at least gave her audience and she spoke quickly.

"Phoebe is supposed to arrive this morning . It's already midnight and she's not here. I've been calling her line but it won't go through. I'm really scared that something might have gone wrong," she said with a worried voice.

Dante was a bit confused. "Who is Phoebe?" he asked.

The poor woman sighed thinking Dante was intentionally asking her such a question but she wasn't offended.

"My daughter," she replied, since she had only one daughter.

"Oh," he said as it dawned on him. He hasn't seen the girl for over a decade now. "Was there any news about a plane crash?" he asked casually.

The woman shook her head. She was used to Dante's cold attitude.

" Then I don't think you should be bothering me about this. You can come back if any fatal accident that might involve your daughter is reported on the news." with that he walked away.

The woman sighed and looked quite disappointed. She continued to try her daughter's number.

Dante had never liked the mother and daughter. When they had arrived he thought that they were there to turn his family upside down. Although he is grown now, he still didn't see reasons to accept them as his family.

Dante got to his room and got into his bathtub. He was reminiscing on what he did. He didn't know what came over him. Yes, the lady was quite beautiful but he has a lot of beautiful women that come pleading to him with their bodies. He then decides to blame his action on the fact that he couldn't bear the loss of his beloved father.

Phoebe on the other hand was finally relieved when she was able to contact the family of the girl and handed her over to them. She even gave them the money Dante had given her. The lady's parents thanked her and even called her their guardian angel.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick all night," Phoebe's mother said immediately as she stepped in.

"Water," was Phoebe's reply.

Her mother rushed to get water and gave it to her. Phoebe gulped down the water hurried and her mother watched her.

"You didn't answer me," she said, not giving up.

"Doing good," Phoebe replied.

Her answer was so unclear to her mother but she didn't press on. She was relieved that her daughter came back in one piece.

"You look tired. You should go to your room and relax. Already got it cleaned for you" she said.

Phoebe didn't argue with her. She just stood up and went to her room. She hasn't been in the room for decades now and getting there her mother had transformed it from a child's room to that of an adult. She wasn't surprised that her mother could do so because she was also a designer just like her. She was too tired to take in the details of the room. Just as she basked on the bed, and started to sleep, the door opened.

"What would you like to eat?" Hannah asked her daughter.

"Not interested in eating. I just want to sleep," she grumbled and closed her eyes.

Phoebe would not be blamed, she hasn't slept for almost a day. She was extremely drained.

Hannah noticed that Phoebe didn't come in with any bag. She wondered what happened to her bag.

"Honey, don't be mad at mommy but I noticed that you didn't come with your luggage. Where are they?"

"I got robbed" Phoebe replied, her voice was quite low.

"OMG!" Hannah exclaimed. She wanted to say more but Phoebe sent her out.

It was just as if Phoebe had slept for just two hours when she finally woke up but it was already dark. She had slept for a long time and now she was really hungry and weak. She went into the bathroom and had a hot bath. When she came out, she went to her wardrobe to see if she could get anything that would be fitting to wear. Since it's been a long time since she came home, she didn't expect a wardrobe filled with clothes, her exact size. She was at first moved that it would be none else than her mother. With the quantity of the clothes, she knew she didn't gather them in a day. She sighed and took out a short gown and wore it , then headed downstairs.

Since dinner time was over, there was no one down aside from Hannah who was waiting for Phoebe to wake up. Immediately she saw her, she went to meet her.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked.

"Never said I was sick," she replied bluntly, yet Hannah didn't get offended.

"I prepared something for you."

Phoebe looked at her mothers innocent ageing face. It was obvious that she was really mourning her husband. She had cried a lot. Even though Phoebe hadn't made up with her mother, she still pitied her. Hannah was indeed a kind and caring person. Her mother was a sweet soul, and that was the reason she was confused as to why she left them to marry another man.

Yet when she remembered all she and her father had gone through, her pity vanished.

"You don't have to cook for me, I can make my own meals."

Phoebe's tone got Hannah unhappy but she hid it. "Eat," she said with a sweet smile.

Phoebe sat down and ate. She indeed missed her mother's cooking and in fact she was starving. She can't even remember the last time she ate.

Just as she was eating, someone walked in.