NOVEL WEB Chapter 7: Satan's Mistress
"NOW, we would like you to fill out the consent form to get the tumor removed. Just pay the sum right here," he tapped his pen on the file. "And we will commence right away."
Charlotte looked at the form and the fee. It was too much. How in the world was she going to pay for this?
No, she had to come up with a way. She decided to take loans, take on a lot of jobs, and borrow from family relatives.
She had to do something. If not, her mother would die.
She cried.
She did just that, amounting to a lot of loans and debts, but she didn't care. As long as her mother could her better.
The surgery was a success, but months passed, and her mother still wasn't waking up.
She wasn't showing any signs of waking up either.
The hospital kept her under strict observation with the large sum she had deposited but that wasn't enough. She needed to deposit such large sums monthly and also feed herself, her grandmother, and Jeffrey.
It was all too much but she would bear with it all.
Present day
When she got that sum in checks, though she hated herself for sleeping with a man she had little to no idea about, she was glad she had not torn the checks.
At least with it, 80% of her problems were solved, and she didn't need to keep facing those crazy guys who loaned her money with incredibly high principles and interest.
She had pleaded a lot to be given more time but it was like a chain around her neck. She felt so defenseless and weak.
But thanks to this, she could finally take off that chain.
Who would've known such a huge sum could come so easily?
She shut her eyes and bit her lips. She felt horrible for thinking that way.
"Mum, were doing quite well and awaiting your return." She said but there was no response, as always. "We miss you." Her eyes grew teary but she cleaned it with her palms and took in a deep breath. "I'll come to see you again sometime soon." She said. "I do hope you get well soon.
"I have good news and bad news-" Cross said loudly as he barged into Wesley's suite. He had spare keys to the room.
"I thought I made it clear that I do not want to be disturbed?" Wesley winced. He was sitting at the edge of the king-size bed.
After signing the last papers with the constructors, Wesley had given a stern order that his suite was off-limits for everyone and that he needed to rest. He'd been attending one meeting after another since that morning.
"You did man, but I simply chose to ignore it," Cross said with a smug on his lips. "You know, before I'm your assistant, I'm your lifelong bro, so now listen up quickly." Cross shrugged making himself comfortable by sitting on the cushion in the middle of the room.
Wesley watched him move restlessly, struggling to pull a paper from his suit pocket. Unlike him, Cross was a workaholic. He knew he would not take his afternoon nap until he got the board back in City Z to approve the blueprint for the Mall construction.
Wesley already had an idea of what the good news was.
Wesley felt a vibration in the pocket of his sweatpants, and then accompanied by a ring, it was his cellphone. He delved his hands into his pockets. The screen read 'SATAN'S MISTRESS. '
He used his hands to signal Cross to remain silent.
"Wesley, how did the meeting go?" The caller on the other end of the phone asked.