Kathleen entered a restaurant and ordered herself a plate of vegan pasta.
After her meal, she soon left to visit Benjamin who was admitted to the nearby hospital.
Kathleen couldn’t help her rising concern as she observed the unconscious form of Benjamin through the window of his hospital room.
“My brother’s condition has been stable since early this morning,” Gemma uttered from behind Kathleen.
Kathleen turned to face Gemma, who was dressed in her nurse’s uniform and balancing a tray between her hands.
“When will your brother be regaining consciousness?” queried Kathleen cautiously.
Gemma’s expression darkened as she replied, “The doctor says that it’s still too early to tell.”
“Why not try consulting the opinions of other specialists?”
“It’s all right, Kathleen. There’s still time,” Gemma comforted. “By the way, how was your experience volunteering?”
“It was such an eye-opener! I learned so much from it,” Kathleen enthused.
Gemma smirked. “I watched your speech just now during my break. You were pretty amazing out there.”
“By the way, why the sudden interest in individuals with autism?”
“Well, my foster brother is autistic,” said Gemma grimly.
Now that is new.
“My foster parents come from pretty wealthy backgrounds. They adopted me as I had seemed pliant and obedient. Their hopes were that I would comply with their wishes to look after their son once they were gone. Their plan was for both of us to marry by offering me their inheritance as an incentive. They then threatened to disown me if I were to refuse,” said Gemma drily.
Kathleen was stunned speechless.
“I overheard all this when I was in high school. If I were to go against them, they swore never to pay for my tuition fees and daily expenses. Gaining admission into a university would have been a lost cause.”
“That’s preposterous!”
“Consider yourself lucky, Kathleen. Truly. I’ve gone through the worst of it all, and things barely faze me these days,” advised Kathleen with a wry smile.
Kathleen gripped Gemma’s hands anxiously. “What happened after? How did you make it out?”
“Thankfully, my brother was already a policeman back then. He located me and sponsored me all the way till graduation.” Gemma smiled fondly.
Feelings of sympathy welled up within Kathleen, her eyes prickling with unshed tears over Gemma’s predicament.
“Don’t worry, Kathleen. My brother will be fine,” Gemma reassured.
Kathleen pursed her lips.
Gemma was right.
She was indeed very fortunate.
The Macari family had always treated her with respect and kindness.
Gemma excused herself after noticing the time. “Duty calls. I will catch you later, Kathleen.”
“See you around!” Kathleen added with a nod.
With a final parting glance at Benjamin’s room, Kathleen departed from the hospital.
One day after the hospital visitation, Kathleen met up with Federick to finalize the terms of their contract.
“I’m so sorry, Frederick! A-About yesterday…” stammered Kathleen.
“Don’t fret about it. I completely understand.” Frederick offered a gracious smile while handing over the contract.
Kathleen’s eyes widened as she perused the terms. “You’re willing to pay this much for my script?”
“Of course! You still haven’t seen how much maestros earn from their work. Yours is good enough for a greenhorn starting out, though.”
“One hundred and fifty thousand has already far exceeded my expectations.” Kathleen beamed with satisfaction.
“Would you be able to complete your work within three months?”
Kathleen nodded enthusiastically while signing the contract. “I promise.”
“Our rules stipulate that one-third of the sum will be first transferred to you. It should be reflected in your bank account shortly,” explained Federick.
“Allow me to treat you to lunch as a celebration of my achievement.” Kathleen twinkled.
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