?THE
BILLIONAIRE’S
OBSESSION?
(Craving for the whole of her….)
CHAPTER 63&64
By, Cassie B.
‼️COPY AND GO TO HELL‼️
★★★★★
MONTERIO’S INVESTMENT***
Charles entered his office, a deep frown visible on his face. He brought out his phone and dialed Hailey’s number for the umpteenth time, but she wasn’t picking up.
“Where the f-__-k are you, Cara?” He muttered.
He already went to check her post but she wasn’t there. It was unusual for her to leave the office without informing him.
He dialed Lewis’s number and he picked up.
“Meet me in my office” he simply said and hung up.
He went to the window, staring outside but his wind was faraway.
The door opened and Lewis entered. He bowed his head.
“You called for me,” he said.
“Have you seen Cara? I mean, Hailey?” Charles asked.
“Miss Hailey? No, I haven’t” Lewis said.
“She’s not here in the company” Charles turned to face him.
“Where were you?” He asked.
“I was outside checking out for Miss Hailey,” Lewis said.
Charles stared at him, not saying a word.
“I went out for lunch and I’m just returning back, I didn’t even take long” Lewis quickly confessed.
“Damnit!” Charles growled, rushing out immediately. Lewis went after him.
Charles got outside and entered the car hurriedly.
“Drive me to Hailey’s place, hurry!” He commanded the driver.
The driver nodded and started the ignition, the car zoomed off speedily.
Lewis came out of the building, looking at the car which was already disappearing out of sight, he roughed his hair aggressively.
“f-__-k! I should have just starved myself” he muttered to himself.
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HOWARD UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL***
Mrs. Rogers entered the recovery room and a tear escaped her eyes when she saw her daughter laying on the bed unconscious with different pipes connected to her body.
“My baby” she whispered, taking slow steps to the bed.
“I’m sorry, Mommy is sorry” she bent her head as she cried.
“It was my fault, I should have just let go of the past and take care of you, I’m a bad mother” she sobbed.
The truth was that Layla’s father didn’t actually die when he had an accident. He survived the accident but he gave his daughter his heart when she was experiencing heart failure.
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FLASHBACK, THREE YEARS AGO***
Mrs. Rogers rushed Layla to the hospital, screaming her lungs out.
“Doctor! Nurse! Help, my daughter is dying! Save her please” she cries with Layla in her arms.
Two nurses rushed to her and collected Layla from her.
“Save my baby please, I beg of you” she begged.
“We will try our best,” the nurse said and took Layla away.
Mrs. Rogers folds her palms together as her tears keep falling like a river, she couldn’t afford to lose her only daughter.
Layla was sick and her Dad went out to get some drugs for her. When she noticed he wasn’t returning back soon, she had to rush her to the hospital herself.
“My baby, please don’t leave me, Mommy is gonna die” she whispered, going to and fro.
MINUTES LATER***
The Doctor came out of the ward Layla was in and Mrs. Rogers rushed towards him, looking at him expectantly.
“How’s my baby? Nothing is wrong, right?” She asked, holding her breath. The Doctor had a sober look on his face and that worried her a lot.
“Your daughter had a heart failure and it’s at its final stage, which means she needs a donor right now. If it takes too long, then I’m sorry to say we might lose her” the Doctor said.
Mrs. Rogers legs wobbled and she fell to the floor, her eyes wide like she just saw a ghost.
“My Layla?” She stuttered.
“You need to get yourself together ma’am, there isn’t time anymore. We’ll also try our best and see if we can find a donor within 24 hours” the Doctor said and walked away.
“No, no, not my baby. Not my daughter” Mrs. Rogers shook her head vehemently, her lips trembling badly.
Just then, she received a call on her phone, she wasn’t supposed to pick it, but seeing it was her husband calling, she picked it immediately.
“Am I speaking with Mrs. Rogers please?” She heard a female’s voice.
“Yes, who are you? Where’s my husband? Why are you with his phone?”
“I’m Nurse Rose from Stanford Hospital, your husband was involved in an accident and is currently in our hospital”
Mrs. Rogers’ eyes went wide.
“My husband? No, please, what room is he in?” She asked. Thankfully, that was the hospital Layla was admitted in.
“Room 07” the nurse said.
She hanged up and dashed to the receptionist, asking for the room 07
She got there and met her husband on the bed, his arms and head were bandaged but he’s perfectly fine.
“Honey!” She rushed to him in tears.
“How did this happen? How?”
“I was involved in an accident on my way to get Layla her drugs, but I’m fine. How’s our daughter? Have you taken her to the hospital?” Mr. Rogers asked worriedly.
“Layla is also here in the hospital but….” She stopped.
“Our daughter is suffering from a heart disease, she needs a donor. Honey, our baby is dying” she cried.
“What?”
“I don’t know what to do, I can’t lose my baby, I can’t”
“Where’s the Doctor?” Mr. Rogers asked.
The Doctor entered at that moment.
“Doctor, any news?” Mrs. Rogers asked.
The Doctor shook his head sadly.
“I’ll be the donor,” Mr. Rogers blurted out.
Mrs. Rogers turned to him in shock.
“No, not you honey. No,”
“I’ll give my heart to my daughter, she’s my jewel, I can’t afford to lose her” Mr. Rogers said.
“Honey! No, I won’t accept that!” Mrs. Rogers shouted.
“Do you know what you’re saying sir? You’re going to lose your life” the Doctor said.
“I’m ready,” Mr. Rogers said, determination evident in his voice.
“Then we need to perform a surgery on you now, we don’t have much time left” The Doctor said and quickly went out
Mr. Rogers faced his wife.
“Evelyn, I’m sorry, but I have to do this. I can’t lose my daughter, I’ll die if that happens, so I need to do this” he said.
Mrs. Rogers shook her head in tears.
“No Honey, we’ll find a way, don’t do this please, I can’t live without you”
“I’m gonna die,” she cries.
“It’s for our daughter,” he said.
The Doctor returned back with some nurses, a stretcher was brought forward and they placed Mr. Rogers on it.
“Evelyn,” Mr. Rogers muttered, staring at his wife with tears in her eyes.
“I love you and our daughter so much, take care of her for me. That’s my last wish to you” Mr. Rogers said.
“Honey,” Mrs. Rogers whimpered.
He held her hand and placed a deep kiss on it.
“Take care of yourself, I love you,” he said. Like that, they dragged him away and Mrs. Rogers fell to her knees, crying her eyes out.
“No, I can’t live without you, I can’t!” She screamed, roughing her head like a lunatic.
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