Chapter 17 CHAPTER 17: Dying in pain Part 2

HOW IS it that other people can stand on their own feet? To live alone when they used to have someone always on their side?

How can I get up now?

How can I breathe when the person I love is no longer beside me?

How can I close my eyes when the person who makes me happy is not around and I will never see him with me again?

“I wanted to die… Just let me die..” I beg and cry my heart out... As it feels, the pain is crushing down my heart. I want to squeeze my heart in extreme pain.

The man, I mean the assistant, just continues patting down my back. I tried to stop my tears from flowing like a river. I tried to stop my sobbing and tried to lift my face, but it is too much pain. In extreme pain, I could hardly breathe and could not cope with it all.

Is it normal to be like this? Is it normal to be in pain?

I never question myself once, but now. I am asking myself why I exist?

“Don’t be harsh on yourself, Mr. Roberts. Everything will end.”

I know he is just encouraging me so that I wouldn’t feel any more pain. I hope not. I wish it will be easy like that to relieve all pain with words everything will end. But that is not the case. It will never be the case.

I wiped my face and tried to stop the tears.

“What did you say again?” I asked the assistant, who later sat down after pulling up a chair next to my bed.

“Ah .. Am... I guess you need to fix yourself first. We can talk about it later.” He stands up and reaches for the styrofoam next to the hospital bed I was lying on. He removed the plastic that covers the entire styrofoam and hands it to me. “Eat, then once you are alright, your tummy gets full, then let’s talk about it later.”

I listened to him and followed him. I even gave him a quick smile when he handed me the food.

“Thank you. Thank you for all the help,” that’s the last thing I can say towards him.

He doesn’t know how glad I am. I can’t really say that the pain went away, but at least I can feel a bit at ease.

“Don’t mention it. We have a long way to talk. Just eat and we can talk about it later.”

I am already focusing on the food that is not too hot anymore, this dish looks like a long time ago. But I need to endure this. I don’t think I had a proper meal for a few days. Maybe I look like a skull now. Maybe I’m losing too much weight.

But I’m more than happy here in the hospital than just wandering the streets and looks like a slave.

I slowly swallowed the food, chew and seem to taste it as if I had just tasted it only now. I was enjoying my food until the spoon that I’m about to put on my mouth stop in the air. I look at the assistant who was watching me eating.

“Are you eating like a queen?” he said like it sounded a mockery.

I force myself to finish the meal while he enjoys watching me.

Why does he still have to watch me? I mean, he can come out of my room. As in watching? He will watch me until I finish my food?

I guess I become an important person to him.

I stop and think after drinking the water. Idea pop-up in my head.

Is it because of the Santa Barbara land property that they are aiming for?

Aren’t they wanting to give up? I already told them I will not be going to sell the land even if it will cost millions.

That is my parent’s property and if I sell it to Hunters, how can I face my parents?

I drop forcedly the paper cup I drank on the table. He gave me a surprised and startled expression because of what I did.

“Don’t give me that look, Ms. Roberts.”

Maybe he also noticed the frown on my forehead and the change of my aura. He noticed I was angry now.

It just means that they are helping me in the exchange of Sta. Barbara land property? No way! How many times do I have to say that I really don’t want to sell it? Why are they so persistent about it?

I can feel him suddenly shivering, but trying his best not to show it.

Did I scare him? Then that’s good to know! He should just be afraid of me.

“Don’t get mad easily without listening,” he said, trying to make me calm.

“What more should I listen for? You just comforted me because you need something in return?”

“L-Look it’s not me. Don’t get mad. It’s my boss’s order. I am just following his order.”

“Then you should tell him my answer. I. And. Will. Never. Sell. The. Land. Property,” I spoke it in a calm, forceful, and persuasive tone.

“I get it. But you should know what my boss did for you, you know. At least return his kindness.”

“I will return it but not the way of selling the land property.”

“Then pay what my boss paid.”

I raised an eyebrow at him at what he said. “What!” Have these all been paid?

“You heard me. You should pay for everything.” He even grabs his phone as if he’s computing something there. “He just spent sixty-four thousand in the hospital bill.”

“W-What? Are you kidding me?” It was like I wanted to take everything I ate out of my stomach. This is very comforting! Makes me fainted.

Where do I get sixty-four thousand? I am already in debt because of the loan. Now, what about the hospital bill?

“W-Wait a minute, am I in a private hospital? I have a Philhealth ID. Although, I’m not sure if YOUR medical card will cover the hospital expenses—my hospital expenses.”

He quickly averted his eyes from me and adjusted his necktie.

Is he hiding something?

“I-I guess you should talk to my boss. I am here only for the negotiation.”

“Then the negotiation is over,” I said in resignation.

“Aren’t you interested in how much he will buy your property—the Santa Barbara land property?