Chapter 32

💋 Chapter Thirty Two 💋

After Beauty and Dylan had washed up, they ate before heading to the hospital to see Dylan's father.

Beauty walked to the door and paused.

"I need to see Granny first" she said and left to granny's room. She was still unconscious with nurses in her room.

"They are doing their job well. She'll be fine" Dylan said, trying to make her relax. She nodded and finally left the house. She was feeling nervous already.

"Do you think he'll like me?" She asked Dylan. Dylan smirked.

"If he likes you or not, it doesn't matter to me. We are married already. Besides, you made me promise not to ever leave you" he said and stared out of the window. Beauty furrowed her eyebrows and touched Dylan's face, making him stare at her.

"When did I say that?" She asked. That was when Dylan realized she said all of that subconsciously.

"Never mind" he said and placed his hand over her shoulder.

"The show is coming up really fast. Everyone will know who you truly are" Beauty said, playing with his finger.

"And that we are married" he added. She stared at him.

"No, you don't really have to tell anyone that you are married to me. What would they say?"

"Nothing. They dare not speak" he said.

Beauty sighed deeply and blushed secretly.

"What's that red thing on your cheek?" He asked, pointing his finger at her cheek. Beauty swiftly beat his hand off.

He chuckled softly and continued staring out of the car.

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After about two hours, they got to the hospital.

They had cleared the hospital already. No guests was allowed today because of Dylan and Beauty's arrival. They followed the car park and entered into the elevator.

"Secret passageway huh?" Beauty asked.

"You watch too much cartoon Beauty" he replied. Beauty frowned. He grabbed her hand and walked her to his father's room.

He was watching TV.

"Father" Dylan called out. He looked away from the TV and diverted his gaze at his son. He was looking quite different.

"Dylan? Is that you?" He asked, trying to sit up. Beauty saw the condition his father was. She felt sad. He has just three days to live. She saw the reason why Dylan wanted to stay with his father. She watched as he helped his father sit up.

"I see you've strated making profit from the company. I know you'll make me proud" he said.

Dylan smiled and signalled Beauty to come. She slowly walked towards Dylan and stood in front of his father.

"Beauty? How is this possible?" He asked.

"Father, I know I should have told you everything sooner but, he's the chance to. I'm married to Beauty and we've been married for..."

"Two months, sixteen days" Beauty helped him.

"That's unbelievable. How could you marry him?" He asked.

"I'm Dylan father, I'm the King of the modelling industry" he said.

His father shot his eyes wide open and started coughing.

Beauty fetched him a glass of water and handed it to him. He collected it and gulped it down. He started breathing hard.

"What did you say?" He asked, panting.

"Father, believe me. You have no idea what I went through to get to that position today. I worked in the rain and in the sun and finally got what I wanted. It was just a small company of only fifteen workers and now... I have hospitals, hundreds of companies and millions of workers under me"

"My son is... The king" his father said with a smile on his face.

"Yes father, I am the King. I'm sad that I didn't get to spend more time with you. I know it's not your fault father and I won't blame you. If you had come after me and let me back into the house, I wouldn't have been what I am today. Thanks father"

"I'm sorry Dylan, I'm really sorry" his father cried, holding Dylan's hands. Beauty handed him her handkerchief. He took it and wiped the tears off his face. Beauty wished she could also cry. She was getting emotional right now. She was also expecting Dylan to cry but he wasn't crying.

"How the f*ck is he doing that? Why can't he just cry?" She asked herself. His father took her hand and placed it on Dylan's hand.

"You two are going to be together forever. Take care of your beautiful wife Dylan. Love her and cherish her"

"I will father, I'll make you proud"

"You've made me proud already Dylan. I love you" his father said Beauty wipes the tears off her face and smiled. They stayed with Dylan toll evening.

Meanwhile, Tara came back from school and went to pay her brother a visit.

"I haven't peed in twenty four hours"

"Woah, you just broke the Guinness world record bruh. I'm proud of you" Tara said, eating a sticker bar.

"Please, let me go to the toilet" he pleaded.

"Sure.. guards!" Tara called out. Three of them walked in. They were three times the size of Jason. Jason was planning to escape but since the guards walked in, he changes his mind. He went to the toilet and came back. They tied him to the chair and left the room. Tara smiled and sighed.

"You know that I'm helping you Jason. The house has been sold already. Mom has left, she claims to be getting married to another man but, I really do not care. I'm with Dylan and his wife and that's a that matters"

Jason shot his eyes wide open and drew his head closer to Tara.

"Is Dylan married? Who is the b!tch that married him? Such poor thing!" Jason laughed.

"You'll be shocked very soon Jason. I want to be there to see the look on your face when you know who Dylan's wife is. I'll send your dinner over. Good night" Tara said and left. She was supposed to go see her father today but she was told that guests weren't allowed today. She didn't know that it was all Dylan.

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Beauty went back to granny's house while Dylan stayed with his father. After tomorrow, he has only two days left.

While he was with him, he had an attack. The doctor rushed to him and told Dylan they had to operate on him.

"Even if you operate on him, it makes no difference. His two days will still remain the two days"

"I'm sorry sir. What do you want us to do?" One of the doctor asked.

"Go ahead with the operation" Dylan replied. They nodded and rushed him to the theatre.

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Beauty walked into the house and saw Sally making dinner.

"Hey girl, you are finally back" Sally said, stirring whatever she was cooking.

"Yeah, I'm back. What are you cooking?" She asked.

"Some pasta and sauce. The doctors and nurses seems hungry" she said.

"That's nice of you. I'll be in my room now"

"Okay" Sally replied and continued cooking. Beauty couldn't get Dylan's father off her head. She called Dylan to inform him that she had safely reached home.

"Baby?" She called out.

"Hey Beauty, you've gotten home right?" He asked.

"Yeah, you sound tensed, are you alright?" She asked.

After a three seconds silence, he answered.

"He was rushed to the theatre"

"Oh no, do you want me to come over?" She asked.

"You don't have to. Visitors are allowed in already, if you come. They'll figure out who I am. Just stay with granny okay? I'm here with dad" he said.

"Okay, sure" she replied and disconnected the call. Beauty went to granny and checked on her. She ate and went to sleep.

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The next day, everything went smoothly. Tara didn't go to school. She spent the last two days with her father.

On the day he was going to die, a flower was sent to him by Dylan's step mother. Dylan threw the flower into the trashcan. He didn't even want to read the letter attached to it.

"Why don't you want to read it?" Tara and Dylan turned and saw her behind them.

"What are you doing here?!" Dylan frowned. Tara who was sitting beside her father walked to her mother and wanted to push her out. She caught Tara's hand and pushed her away.

"He's still my husband. We are not divorced" she said and shoved them aside. She walked to him and sat where Tara was sitting. Dylan and Tara stared at each other and faced the wicked woman facing her father.

"Hunny! Look at me please" she said softly. He didn't want to look at her at all.

"Please hunny! I know I've been a bad wife but trust me, I..."

"Leave now" he said.

"You can't send me away like this. I'm your wife"

"Not anymore. Stay away from my children" he said.

"Why? They are my children also"

"Not anymore woman. You are just a person that carried me in your stomach for nine months. That's all. You are not my mother, not anymore" Tara groaned.

"What? Tara?"

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Tbc