BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN: Fate of Aries.

"Mum, please don't leave me", I cried beside my mum, who was lying helplessly on the hospital bed, I kept crying and crying.

Suddenly a man in his late twenties entered my mum's private room.

The man who entered the hospital room was tall and lean, with an athletic build that was evident even under his white lab coat.

He stood at around six point two inches with broad shoulders and a strong jawline, giving him a confident and authoritative presence. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with compassion as he approached the hospital bed.

His white lab coat was crisp and spotless, with a name tag that read "Dr. Ryan KEAL" in bold letters. The coat was slightly open, revealing a hint of a tailored white shirt and a slim black tie. His dark blue jeans fit perfectly, accentuating his toned legs.

As he moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with kindness and concern. His smile was warm and gentle, putting me at ease despite the chaos of emotions I was feeling.

He exuded an aura of calmness and professionalism, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in this stranger who had just entered our lives.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Ryan," he said softly, his deep voice soothing my frazzled nerves. "I'm here to check on your mom"

Dr. Ryan KEAL's eyes never left mine as he approached the hospital bed, his smile still warm and reassuring. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze before turning his attention to my mother.

He moved with quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the various machines beeping and whirring around the bed. His gaze landed on the cardiac monitor, and he reached out to adjust the settings.

With a few swift taps on the screen, the monitor sprang to life, displaying a steady stream of data. Dr Ryan's eyes narrowed as he studied the readouts, his brow furrowed in concentration.

He then reached for the stethoscope draped around his neck, the silver disc glinting in the fluorescent lighting. With a gentle touch, he placed the stethoscope on my mother's chest, closing his eyes as he listened intently to her heartbeat.

The sound of the steady beeps and my mother's shallow breathing filled the room, punctuated by the soft whoosh of the stethoscope as Dr Ryan moved it to different areas of her chest. His expression remained focused, his eyes still closed as he absorbed every detail.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto the cardiac monitor once more. He studied the data, his lips pursed in thought, before turning to me with a reassuring smile.

"Her heartbeat is stable," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "We're going to do everything we can to help her."

"But Dr Ryan, I have been here for over an hour now, but my mom has not opened her eyes or even said a word to me," I said as tears rolled down from my eyes to my cheeks.

Dr Ryan's expression turned sombre, his eyes filled with empathy as he nodded understandingly. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice gentle but firm.

"I know this is difficult to hear, but I want to be honest with you. Your mother has been diagnosed with advanced cancer. It's a tough battle ahead, and I want to prepare you for the possibilities."

He paused, his eyes locked onto mine as if searching for the right words.

"The cancer has progressed significantly, and her condition is critical. We're doing everything we can to stabilize her, but I have to be honest with you, the recovery rate is 50/50."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt my world crumbling around me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't process the enormity of what he was saying.

Dr. Ryan's hand on my shoulder tightened, offering a comforting squeeze. "We're going to do everything in our power to help her fight this, but I want you to be prepared for the worst. We'll need to run some more tests, and we'll discuss treatment options, but I want you to know that we're here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded, unable to speak. Dr. Ryan's words hung in the air, a harsh reality that I couldn't escape. My mother, my rock, my everything, might not make it. The thought was unbearable, and I felt myself crumbling under the weight of it.

"What if my dad??? I asked him to know if my dad had come to see my mom because he had been acting strangely since my mom became ill.

Dr. Ryan's expression turned sympathetic, his eyes filled with understanding. "Your father has been here, and he's been taking care of everything," he said softly. "He's been in constant contact with me and the medical team, ensuring that your mother receives the best possible care."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "He's already made the necessary payments for her treatment and has signed the documents for her surgery. He's been very cooperative and supportive throughout this process."

Dr Ryan's words brought a mix of emotions: relief that my father was involved, but also confusion and concern about his strange behaviour. Why had he been acting so distant and detached?

Dr. Ryan seemed to sense my unease. "I know this is a lot to take in, but please know that we're doing everything we can to support you and your family during this difficult time," he said, his voice filled with compassion.

He took a deep breath before adding, "Your father has also requested that we keep him updated on your mother's condition, and he's asked to be notified immediately if there are any changes."

I nodded, trying to process this new information. My father's actions seemed contradictory to his behaviour, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on beneath the surface.

Though I and my father have not been close since I found out he was cheating on my mom, I decided to hide it from my mom in order not to break the family bond.

After gathering my thoughts I summoned the courage to speak back to the doctor I asked.

"When will the surgery commence" I looked up to Dr Ryan pitifully because my mom was the only one I related to and she was always there for me.

Dr. Ryan's expression turned gentle, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "We're aiming to perform the surgery as soon as possible, but we need to run some additional tests to ensure that your mother is stable enough for the operation," he explained softly.

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I'd say within the next 24 to 48 hours, depending on the test results. We want to make sure that we're giving her the best possible chance of success."

Dr. Ryan's voice was filled with reassurance, but I could sense a hint of caution beneath the surface. He knew that the situation was critical, and he was trying to prepare me for any outcome.

"We'll be monitoring her closely, and I'll personally be overseeing her care," he added. "I promise you, we'll do everything in our power to help her pull through this."

Dr Ryan's words were like a lifeline, offering me a glimmer of hope in a sea of uncertainty. I nodded, trying to hold back tears, as he continued.

"In the meantime, I want you to stay close to your mother. Talk to her, hold her hand, and let her know that you're here for her. Sometimes, the power of love and connection can be just as important as medical treatment."

His words struck a chord deep within me. I knew that I had to be strong for my mother, to be her rock in this difficult time. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead, and nodded resolutely.

Dr. Ryan's eyes never left mine as he finished speaking, his expression filled with a deep sense of compassion and understanding. He nodded softly as if to reassure me that everything would be alright.

"I'll leave you alone with your mother for now," he said gently, his voice barely above a whisper. "But don't worry, I'll be back to check on her regularly.

With that, he turned to leave, his movements quiet and confident. He walked slowly towards the door, his eyes scanning the room one last time as if to ensure that everything was in order.

As he reached the door, he turned back to me and smiled softly. "Remember, talk to her, hold her hand, and let her know you're here for her," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. The sound of the door clicking shut was like a gentle whisper, a reminder that I was now alone with my mother.

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was scared, anxious, and unsure of what the future held, but I knew I had to be strong for my mother.

I turned back to her, taking her hand in mine and holding it tightly. I looked into her face, searching for any sign of recognition, any glimmer of hope.

I held my mother's hand tightly, my voice shaking with emotion as I whispered words of love and encouragement. "Mom, please don't leave me. I need you. I love you so much, and I can't imagine a world without you."

I paused, taking a deep breath as I tried to hold back tears. "You promised me, Mom. You promised me that if I passed my exam, we would go to the mall together. Remember? You said we would celebrate and buy new clothes."

I reached into my backpack, unzipping it with trembling hands. I pulled out my exam results, holding them up as if to prove my accomplishment. "Mom, I did it. I passed my exam. Just like I promised. And now, I want you to wake up and celebrate with me."

I held the results up to her face, hoping that somehow, she would see them and be proud of me. "Mom, please wake up. I need you to see this. I need you to know how much I love you."

My voice cracked as I spoke, tears streaming down my face. I felt a sense of desperation creeping in as if I was trying to bring her back to consciousness. "Mom, please don't leave me. I need you. I love you."

I repeated the words over and over, hoping that somehow, she would hear me and respond. But her eyes remained closed, her face pale and still.

I felt a sense of despair wash over me, but I refused to give up. I kept talking, kept holding her hand, and kept hoping that she would wake up and be with me again, if and only if she could hear me but all I could hear was the monitor beeping.

I was just coming back from school in my private car with my chauffeur, and my phone beeped; as I settled into the plush leather seat of my private car, my chauffeur, Mr Thompson, greeted me with a warm smile.

I pulled out my phone to check the time and saw a missed call from my mother's private nanny, Mrs Jenkins. I felt a sudden surge of concern and quickly dialled her back.

"Hello?" Mrs. Jenkins' voice was laced with worry on the other end of the line.

"Mrs. Jenkins, it's me. What's wrong?" I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so glad you called back. I have some terrible news," she said, her voice trembling. "Your mother collapsed in the kitchen while preparing snacks. I was in the living room, and I heard a loud thud. I rushed in, and she was lying on the floor, unresponsive."

My world came to a standstill. "What? Oh no! Is she okay?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"We've rushed her to the hospital. The doctors are attending to her now. I'm so sorry, dear. I know how close you two are," Mrs Jenkins said, her voice filled with empathy.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. "Which hospital? I need to go there now," I demanded, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

"St Mary's Hospital, dear. I'll meet you there. Please drive safely," Mrs. Jenkins advised, trying to calm me down.

I turned to Mr. Thompson, my chauffeur, and instructed him to take me to St Mary's Hospital immediately. My heart was racing, and my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's condition.

This was how I ended up at the hospital, seeing my mom lying helplessly on the hospital bed, and now I am told my mom is diagnosed with cancer, "How??? I saw her this morning before going to school, and she was very fine" I was very confused.

I sat beside my mother's hospital bed, my mind was racing with thoughts of how she ended up in this situation. I had seen her just that morning, and she was fine.

We had breakfast together, and she was her usual self, chatting and laughing. I couldn't understand how things had taken a turn for the worse so quickly.

Just as I was lost in thought, a woman in her late forties entered the room. It was Mrs. Jenkins, my mother's private nanny. She was carrying a medium-sized bag and looked worried.

"Aries, dear, I'm so glad you're here," Mrs. Jenkins said, setting the bag down on the floor. "I've brought some of your mother's things from home. I thought they might make her feel more comfortable."

I nodded, still trying to process everything. "Thanks, Mrs. Jenkins. I appreciate it."

Mrs. Jenkins came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in, dear. But we'll get through it together. Your mother is strong, and she'll fight this."

I nodded again, feeling a lump form in my throat. I looked up at Mrs. Jenkins, and she smiled softly.

"Why don't you take a break, dear? I'll sit with your mother for a bit. You can go get some fresh air or grab a snack from the cafeteria."

I hesitated for a moment but then nodded. I needed to clear my head and try to make sense of everything.

As I stood up, Mrs. Jenkins handed me a small bag from her larger one. "I brought you some snacks and a water bottle. You need to take care of yourself too, dear."

I took the bag, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Mrs. Jenkins. She had always been like a second mother to me, and I knew I could count on her during this difficult time.

I left the room, feeling a mix of emotions. I was scared, worried, and confused. But I knew I had to be strong for my mother. I would do whatever it took to support her through this.

As I walked down the hospital corridor, I couldn't help but think about how my life had changed in just a few hours. I had gone from being a carefree teenager to a worried daughter, facing the possibility of losing my mother.

I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the negative thoughts. I would get through this, and so would my mother. We would face it together, as a team.

I stopped at the cafeteria and grabbed a snack and a drink, then found a quiet spot to sit and collect my thoughts.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my best friend, Rachel, telling her what was happening.

As I sat in the quiet spot, I sent a text to Rachel: "Hey, Rach. I'm at the hospital. Mom's not doing well. I'll fill you in later." I knew she would be worried, and I wanted to reassure her that I was okay.

My phone beeped almost immediately, and I saw Rachel's name flashing on the screen. I smiled, knowing that she was always there for me.

"Aries, what's going on?! Is your mom okay?!" Rachel's text read.

I took a deep breath and began to type out a response, trying to summarize everything that had happened.

"Mom's in the hospital. She collapsed this morning, and the doctors say she has cancer. I'm still trying to process everything."

My phone beeped again, and I saw another text from Rachel.

"Oh my god, Aries! I'm so sorry! What can I do? Do you need me to come to the hospital?"

I smiled, feeling grateful for Rachel's support.

"No, it's okay. I just need to be here for Mom right now. But thanks for offering. I'll keep you updated."

As I chatted with Rachel, I was surprised by how focused I was. Despite everything that was going on, I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I talked to my best friend. It was like I had momentarily forgotten about my worries and fears.

Rachel and I continued to chat back and forth, her sending me messages of support and encouragement. My phone beeped constantly, and I smiled each time I saw her name on the screen.

At one point, Rachel asked, "What's the plan? What are the doctors saying?"

I took a deep breath before responding.

"They're saying that Mom needs surgery, but they're not sure if she's strong enough. They're running some tests to determine the best course of action."

Rachel's response was immediate.

"Keep me posted, okay? I'm sending all my positive vibes to your mom."

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Rachel.

"Thanks, Rach. That means a lot to me."

As Rachel and I continued to chat, I knew I needed to get back to my mother's side. I didn't want to leave her alone for too long.

"Rach, I should probably get back to Mom's room," I typed out, trying to wrap up our conversation.

"Okay, Aries. Take care of yourself and your mom. Keep me posted on everything," Rachel responded.

I smiled, feeling grateful for her support. "I will. Thanks for being here for me, Rach."

"Always," Rachel replied.

I smiled again, feeling a sense of comfort knowing that Rachel was just a text away.

I ended the chat and put my phone back in my pocket, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Talking to Rachel had helped clear my head and calm my nerves.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cool hospital air fill my lungs. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened.

As I stood up from the quiet spot where I had been sitting and chatting with Rachel. I knew I needed to get back to my mother's side.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cool hospital air fill my lungs, and began to walk down the corridor towards my mother's private room. My feet echoed off the sterile white walls as I made my way back to her room.

As I walked, I couldn't help but think about everything that had happened. My mother's sudden illness, the diagnosis, the uncertainty of it all. But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment.

I approached the door to my mother's room, took a deep breath, and pushed it open. Mrs. Jenkins was sitting beside my mother's bed, reading a book. She looked up and smiled as I entered.

"Hey, dear. How are you doing?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I nodded, trying to reassure her. "I'm okay. Thanks, Mrs. Jenkins."

I looked down at my mom lying down in the bed helplessly and still unconscious.

As I stood beside my mother's bed. A nurse suddenly opened the door. She was in her early twenties, with a kind face and a gentle smile.

"Hello everyone," she said, greeting us warmly. "My name is Nurse Thompson, and I was sent by Dr. Ryan to share the results of your mother's tests."

My heart skipped a beat as I waited anxiously for the news. Mrs. Jenkins put down her book and stood up, her eyes fixed on the nurse.

"Please, go on," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nurse Thompson smiled sympathetically. "The results show that your mother is a little bit stronger than we initially thought. Her vital signs are stable, and her organs are functioning well enough to withstand the surgery."