The Good Samaritan

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“Is that true?” Brenda, who was just as shocked, asked and she only let out a scoff.

“You're the greenhorn but yet, you've been acting like the head since your arrival. Now, you've offended a big shot, let's see what becomes of your miserable ass now,” She rolled her eyes at me before leaving the kitchen with some foreign sets of wine glasses.

I broke out in cold sweat as I began to fidget terribly. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, slamming against my ribcage and I rubbed my sweaty palms against my dress. “Brenda, what do I do now?” I turned towards Brenda who was equally confused and she flashed me a look of pity.

I quickly hurried to dish out a meal without shrimp, garnishing it in the best way I could and I dashed towards the dining hall with a fake smile plastered on my face. At this point, my survival depended on pleasing him and I hoped he'd be merciful.

On getting to the dinning hall, his absence graced my presence and I was met with the twitched lips of Alpha Lance and the other men who in their furious states, still seized the opportunity to peek at my exposed boobs.

“Alpha Andre just left and it's all because of you swine! If you don't find a way to meet and apologise to him, I'll make your wretched life miserable!!!” His veins bulged with fury and his face flushed red from the intense yelling.

I ran out of the room with tear clouded vision, feeling stupid for letting my emotions get the better side of me. I got back to the kitchen and Brenda approached me eagerly, only to be disappointed when I broke the news to her.

“What do I do? I don't want to be—”

“Where's that skunk!” my heart skipped a beat the moment ma'am Helen's voice reverberated along the hallways as she came in search of me. I wished I could hide behind the counter but she already got into the kitchen and a resounding slap was sent across my cheek.

I felt a terrible sting on my cheek and my head spun in a hazy spiral as I lifted my gaze to meet hers.

“Do you know the gravity of what you have just done? Now, the Alpha is doubting my competence. I never want to set my eyes on you till you find and apologise to Alpha André. And your payment, forget about it!” She declared and stormed out before I could form a reasonable sentence.

Brenda pulled me in for a hug and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, sobbing and wailing like a pup. I thought it'd be a good day for me to work and return home with some money to sort my bills. Who'd have thought the same man would show up to ruin things for me again?

My phone vibrated in the pocket of the dress and I withdrew it with no enthusiasm. It was an unknown caller and I was quite hesitant to answer the call.

“Hello, good morning. Am I on the line with Miss Smith?” it was an unfamiliar voice of a lady.

“Yes, who am I speaking with?” I responded briefly, hoping she'd just go straight to the damn point.

“Okay, I'm Doctor Leen and I'm calling from Health Whales hospital. I'm sorry to inform you that your mum got involved in an accident and was rushed in by a good Samaritan a few minutes ago. Please, we'll be needing your—”

The phone dropped from my hand before she could complete her statement and I almost went limp in Brenda's arms.

“What is it?” She asked worriedly, seeing the look on my face and my tongue felt heavy. Uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks and she wiped them off with her thumb.

“My mum got involved in an accident–” I dropped the bombshell and she gasped in shock.

“Mother of the moon! How did that happen?” She asked but I knew there would only be one indisputable reason. She has gone to the bar to play cards again and get drunk on credit after losing all her stakes.

Too ashamed to voice out my thoughts, I could only hurry out of the kitchen to change into my original dress. She opted to come along but I refused, urging her to go ahead with her duties so she wouldn't work in vain just like me.

She drew me into a comforting sisterly hug for the last time and shoved some dollar bills in my hands, even when I tried to reject it. I picked up my bag and flagged down a taxi, heading to the hospital with worry etched on my face. I inwardly begged the moon goddess to keep her alive.

As much as she became a complete mess after my father's death, I couldn't afford to lose her and become an orphan. Surprisingly, we arrived at the hospital in less than ten minutes and I quickly paid the driver before alighting. I dashed towards the reception where I met some nurses who kept urging me to calm down because of how heavily I was breathing.

“I think you should see the doctor, Miss Smith. She’s the only one who has the information you need.”

“Alright, take me to the doctor.”

I was led to a light skinned lady with a petite figure, putting on a white coat. She had thin spectacles resting on her nose bridge. We exchanged pleasantries and she led me to the ward where she was admitted.

Once again, tears streamed down my cheeks as I stared at her pale and lifeless figure. Almost every visible portion of her skin had a bandage and her lips were gradually turning into a dark shade of purple. Her cheekbones looked so hollow and it broke my heart to see her in that condition.

The doctor patted my back soothingly before leading me out of the room.

“I'm glad you're here on time, Miss Smith. According to what we gathered, a reckless driver knocked your mum down and she was brought in by a good Samaritan. He has made some deposit and we've attended to her physical wounds but that won't go a long way at all. She sustained serious internal injuries and we need to perform a series of surgery to avoid further damage to her internal organs which could be extremely dangerous. We also have to transfuse some pints of blood to restore the lost one. The cost is $50,000, please go make the payment at the reception so we can proceed immediately.”

I stood like an empty vessel, hopelessly watching her lips move. The only money on me was what was left of the one Brenda shoved in my hands. She could only give me a pitiable look after getting the memo that I had no money and I pressed my lips in a thin line, trying to stop myself from crying so hard.

“Ma'am, can I at least see this good Samaritan? I'd love to appreciate him for this kind gesture.” I requested, hoping to know who'd take such responsibility for an action he didn't commit.

“Alright, he's in my office.” She replied and led the way towards her office. She twisted the knob and stepped in, while I followed suit and my gaze landed on the familiar figure seated on the couch with his legs crossed.

A knot formed between my brows as I squinted my gaze at him and turned towards the doctor who nodded, confirming my doubt. “You?” The word left my lips before I could register what was going on.