Maureen came back!!
She returned to the hospital a week after Sophia was discharged. She came to see Dr. Simon.
"I... I was kidnapped!" She cried wiping her crocodile tears.
"Once I went back home after coming to see you and Sophia I was kidnapped the next day" she paused for a breather."Some people around still think my late husband has more money like before, they called for ransom and my younger sister who was around then couldn't raise any money... She had to sell the only home and property we owned Yet it wasn't enough for my kidnappers.
I was taken hostage for one good week with no food or water Doctor, I prayed for death to take me... but I remembered my dear Sophia... I started praying to get out and for God to keep her safe for me and... And he did hear my prayers" She burst into fresh hot tears.Slowly she took out a dirty handkerchief from her old purse and dabbed her fake tears.MaureenEveryone, family, and friends were celebrating his return. Ernest Bestman thought quietly as he watched his wife with her co-worker's chat at a corner. He recalled how he met Olivia, he was still struggling as a young politician, and she was a single lady with no family, working at the embassy. They weren't the best of collabo as friends advised but they tried hard to keep the relationship alive with so much hard work and sacrifices which brought them here today. He smiled. But whenever the thoughts of his son Jason filtered in, Ernest would feel weary.Jason was given everything his parents could afford and as the saying applied, much was expected of him. Ernest was disappointed, his wife wasn't helpful too, she overindulged Jason who cared about nothing and no one except himself. He understood his wife Olivia grew up an orphan and wanted her child to have the life she didn't. Ernest didn't sha
Sophia was awake staring at the intricate carvings on the ceiling above her.The constant noise of the crickets from outside her window was the only sound heard at such a dead hour while her mind traipsed. She painstakingly sat up on her bed and sighed dejectedly. One look at her stiff legs the depression would seem to come back in full force. Nobody would ever imagine waking up to discover their limbs had become numb, docile, and forever lose the privilege to walk. Freda her help wasn't around anymore to help her to her wheelchair, So she decided to do it herself. Sophia struggled to get on her chair and fetch a glass of water from the kitchen since the one kept on her bedside was finished. She drank a lot of water whenever she was nervous and she was nervous because today Stanley and Maureen had insisted on seeing the investigation to its end. After all, the police found the culp
They were visiting!... That was all Sophia heard for her mind to go berserk. She was sat in her wheelchair in the kitchen, while Maureen went about making lunch for them. Stanley was at work. He had earlier left saying he was called in to be part of a major operation at the hospital. And Sophia cleaned up to return downstairs surprisingly she found Maureen busy in the kitchen ordering the house helps. While she was wondering what the occasion was, Maureen hollered at her to join her and in full spirit narrated how the previous day at the station went. Every bit became clear as she watched her stepmother bustled about cheerfully placing varieties of side dishes on the counter. Maureen wasn't one to cook on a daily but today was different and Sophia just realized why. The realization brought chills all over her. She wasn't ready to meet anyone in her depressed stat
"It can't be!..." Jason thought. He watched her from where he sat. She looked so pretty and delicate in her wheelchair to have been lifeless on the road that night. He watched silently, his curious eyes drifted to every part of her body he could see, noticing how shiny and curly her hair was and the fact that it was braided into two parallel lines and some tendrils left to give her an innocent look. But most importantly, he loved her skin color. Like a mixture of black coffee and milk, her caramel skin shone under her thick dark curls bringing her beauty to life. Sophia nervously wheeled herself inside the living room where everyone sat waiting for her. Refusing to make eye contact with the guests for fear of how real the situation was. she glanced at Stanley who gave her a warm smile encouraging her further into the room. "Dear, how are you doing this morni
"Won't you tell me already why you've been hiding here for the past few days? Because I know you, Jason, these past few weeks you took me and our relationship for granted, and all of a sudden you're back like nothing happened" Charlotte queried. Jason was on the treadmill running laps with sweat dripping all over his fit body. He paid less attention to her knowing it got on her nerves really bad. "Do not give me that silence for an answer am talking to you Jason and as your girlfriend, I need an answer ASAP!!!" She jabbed her long-filed nails at his chest stopping him on his track. "Look char... Am in no mood for your banter, I thought you wanted me here with you? And now am here, you're disturbing." He walked off the mill and into their shared expensive room dabbing at his moist silky skin.Charlotte followed suit. "Yes you're here but half of you is here not all. Something is wrong and I can sense it, Sean isn't acting like
Olivia Bestman sat in an armchair facing her husband. Thinking about how the situation escalated so much. "Your lawyer came by yesterday... And left with a conflicted look, it bothered me so much what the secret meeting was about..." She paused for a while to gauge his reactions. "Is it true?." "Yes... Yes, whatever your guts told you is true." "How could you do that to our son? You can't give away all our fortune to a cripple! Ernest this is our hard-earned wealth!" She cried. "I mean there are other ways to get our son to turn a new leaf than giving up everything to some beggar. We can sit him down and talk to him, when was the last time you both had a father and son time? It's either you're on your long travels or he's trying to avoid your judgmental gazes." Ernest stood in anger. he loved his son as much but his wife contributed so much to his irresponsibility and still did.
Everyone was here except him!... Sophia thought while they all sat in the magistrate's office waiting for the so-called groom to make his grand appearance. There was no need for a white wedding. Olivia insisted it wasn't necessary and Sophia didn't mind, she wasn't stable for the stress that came with it though. So they all arranged a mini court wedding and after the paperwork are signed everyone would converge at the Bestman mansion for an extravagant reception. Maureen already saw to it that the maids at home prepared assorted dishes for her guests. Her stepmother was more enthusiastic than the bride herself, she dressed in a peach Alexander Mac Quinn gown which barely covered her upper bosom. But unlike her, Olivia dressed in a simple carton color skirt and blouse and matched with a flowery hat and her red bottom heels. She looked quite exotic and still maintained her simplicity, unlike Mau
Infuriated was the word Jason would use to explain his present emotion as he ransacked his live-in closet for his passport and money, yet found nothing. It was obvious his tenacious mother and over-prioritized father had invaded his privacy once more, dashing all his immediate plans of eloping with charlotte to the mud. Jason groaned in frustration, he flung some clothes off the hanger, furiously dragging his expensive leather box out of the wardrobe, and began tearing out everything in it without a second thought. Seeing red, Jason marched down to his parent's quarters in the east wing muttering incoherent words to himself as he ignored the weird looks by the servants around. "Where is it?!" He exhaled watching his mother carefully like a predator. Olivia stopped applying her night lotion and smiled once she saw her son came home. "Jason you're h