Quit the job

From that moment, Isabella quit her job in the clubhouse. She can no longer work in a place where her wellbeing and dignity is not a top priority. She requested for her payment and just before leaving she turned her gaze on Paul and promised “I will never forget this betrayal and I won't forgive either”

Her work went well in the hospital. In a matter of days, every patient she attended to, fell in love with her. Some called her the new Nightingale and that makes Mrs Adele happy.

Dr Rian was secretly observing her work and was dazed that she was good at her work. Looks like the whore was destined to be the best in whatever she does. She's exceptionally skillful, either as a prostitute or as a nurse.

He'd slept with women before her but he can't shake off that night of rough sex and passion with her. It left an indelible memory in him. She was good in bed just as she is good in her profession.

They both avoided each other like a plague. She worked with Rian and they hardly exchanged words and Rodrigo was observing. He'd never seen someone that was capable of making his friend Rian so self conscious like Miss Green.

She doesn't appear like a whore that Rian describes her to be. Her composure, words and actions could describe her as a decent woman with self esteem. But one question kept lingering in his heart, why was she doing jobs at a clubhouse if she's not what she was described as?

Everything went well with Isabelle after quitting her part time job at the clubhouse. She'd also secured a job as a sales woman in a reputable grocery shop. She is on a permanent evening shift and this particular day, she'd been paid by the X-city hospital and together with her daily pay from the grocery store, she'd gotten enough to pay her Papa's hospital bills.

When she arrived home, she saw from the distance that the sitting room was brightened up with lights. Why isn't her mama sleeping yet? It's close to midnight and she shouldn't stay awake at such a time. But as she drew closer, just before stepping at the threshold, she overheard a conversation:

“...do you think she would agree to accept the proposal? What If she didn't?” That was Isaac talking, he is Isabella's stepbrother. After her adoptive mother did, her Papa remarried a single mother. And this single mother is now her stepmother and she has a son, Isaac.

“Of course, she will agree. That fool thinks that I love her father and I was going to do everything for him. She is my trump card and I will use her to get everything that I ever needed….” She was saying when Isabella shrugged it off.

Who on earth is her stepmother talking about? Anyways she felt so tired that she couldn't think anything straight right now. She needed to get in, take a dinner and rest her head for the day.

As she turned the doorknob and got in, her stepmother was shocked, her complexion temporarily turned pale and she exchanged glances with her son. Did she eavesdrop on their conversation?

Not observing her looks, Isabella asked “Why aren't you asleep, it's about midnight” she scolded. If her mother isn't resting well, how can she look after her Papa?

Relief washed over Jane Green. Thank goodness, she didn't hear anything. She immediately put up her act “I was worried about you. You're not back from work and you haven't had your dinner, how can I possibly go to bed?” She asked, in a shaking voice.

“You didn't stay awake in the past, why would you start today? I'll simply take my dinner and get into my room…” Isabella was saying, sinking into the sofa, she's so exhausted and worn out.

She pulled out the bundle of the money she'd earned, both from the hospital and from the daily pay of the part time job and handed them over to her mom “this will cover dad's hospital bill for another month plus”

Jane Green collected the money and placed it aside, swallowing hard. She wore a broad smile and her excitement was all over her until Isaac said “We are really unhappy how you work your fingers to bone just to pay for dad's bills. We hope for a miracle sis” he said, a feigned concern on his face.

“Yes, Isaac is right” Jane agreed, her tone filled with worries “Your father's condition calls for concern and now, we got a good Samaritan who is willing to send your dad abroad for a surgery and he will be responsible for the treatment. So why wouldn't I stay awake, waiting for you?” Jane briefed.

Isabella's eyes brightened up “what did you say mom? Someone is going to help Papa with his surgery?” She asked, her tired body got energised and she sat up properly, a Megawatt smile spread across her face.

“Of course, Isabella” her stepmother assured, coming over to sit beside her and taking her hand in hers. The two women stared at each other with a broad smile. This is a miracle.

“Who is this person helping us mom?” Isabella asked. Her dad had a brain injury and they could only keep him alive by Life support while they raise money for the surgery.

“Mr Grimmard, our neighbour opposite the street,” Jane replied. She smiled but saw Isabella's eyes flicker when she mentioned that name. Is she suspecting anything already?

Isabella felt a gush of uneasiness. My Grimmard is an old man in the neighborhood but he was also a terrible person. Since her father met with the unfortunate condition that left him in comatose, the man had never stopped by to say hello.

Is he suddenly interested in helping them now?

Seeing Isabella was silent, Jane quickly continued “he felt sorry for your dad and wished he would get alright and return home. I pleaded with him to help us and he agreed. He will take care of the hospital bills, the flight, surgery and the medications, everything 100%...” she hurriedly explained.

Despite not being convinced, Isabella shrugged. Despite being a terrible person, perhaps, he might have a bit of humanity in him and decides to help them.

“Alright, tomorrow morning, before going to work, I'll stop by to thank him,” Isabella declared. Maybe after appreciating him, he'll ask them when they want the surgery to be done.

“That won't be a problem. But he gave a condition and I already agreed. I am willing to do anything just for my husband's wellbeing and recovery” Jane added, now holding Isabella's hands and cuddling her.

Isabella squinted, a condition?