The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 106

Brandon pov

I looked at the ugly man standing beside Maggie, he was young, quite alright but he was ugly. He moved towards us before we were in reach. He was very excited to be meeting us. He drew a hand for a shake. I stared at it, Thalia noted and moved over introducing herself.  “Nice to finally meet you,” she said with a smile.

Maggie moved over, “Mr. Frasser, Thalia, this is Wilfred, my boyfriend,” she introduced. Her words felt so wrong for some unknown reason.

“Nice to meet you, sir,” he held his hand forward again.

“What do you do for a living and why are you into old women?” I asked.

“Brandon!” Thalia yelled at me. I noted a hint of embarrassment on Maggie’s face however I was doing the interrogation for her benefit. The man beside her smelled of a scam alert, he was too young to be named Wilfred, that name was always reserved for old people above ninety years old.

“I’m a professor at Yale and about the age difference, Maggie and I have talked about it. No one can choose who they fall in love with,” he replied. Maggie moved closer to him and held his hand.

I got out my tablet and googled the professors at Yale. To my disappointment his ugly face showed up, he was not lying. But I was not satisfied, yes he was not a con man but he could be a serial killer that faked love for older women, married them then cashed out from the insurance companies. I sent his details to my private investigators.

I shook his hand for the sake that he had been holding it out for too long but I did not say a single word.

He wished us good luck with our daughter and I just nodded, taking a seat. Of course, I was being mean and acting like Magie was my daughter. Maybe I was practicing for our little angel.

Thalia joined me and they all took seats as we waited for the surgery to be over. At some point I even began dozing, Wilfred was very boring with his conversations. I was only woken up for my session, six hours had passed. My blood boiled, I wanted to be there when my Princess was moved out of the operating table but it was not to be. She had been in the operating room for close to twelve hours.

They were all locked up in there and no one was coming out to update us. All they did was ask us to pray, I had prayed before and that fool agreed to donate his liver, maybe I needed to pray again.

We said our byes to Maggie and her boyfriend and headed back to my room for the filtration session. I was feeling very drowsy and did not even protest the session. It was almost another six hours until a doctor finally came to update us.

The surgery was over and our little angel had survived and was taken back to the ICU for recovery. Unfortunately, Josh survived, I really wanted him to die on that table and end the drama that was awaiting us.

Even though the six hours were not up, Thalia allowed me to tag along when the doctor allowed us to see our baby. A wave of excitement swelled my chest up as Thalia wheeled me to the ward. The drowsiness disappeared out of the blue. The good part was that Josh’s recovery room was one floor down so we had no probability of bumping into him.

We entered the room excited, seeing our little angel was worth every pain I was feeling. It all disappeared, especially seeing Thalia crying with tears of Joy. The baby had fewer tubes attached to her compared to the first time we laid our eyes on her. I kept asking the surgeon about the surgery and he assured me it was successful and it was all up to our angel to fight.

To my disappointment Thalia asked about useless Josh, it must have been the hormones or something. I shrugged and she noticed but chose to ignore me. Josh was doing well, he was awake and was under observation.

They were going to release him in days. I could only hope she was not planning to visit him or ask me to accompany her. I moved away from her and concentrated on the baby. She was asleep, probably hurting from all the knives they stabbed into her.

The surgeon left us to have our moment, he only gave us minutes and I also only had minutes to go back and finish my session.

“Don’t you think we should go and thank Josh or something?” She asked, ruining a perfect moment. I cleared my throat, “Thalia, can we enjoy the little moment we have with the baby please,” I replied.

“Brandon, he is the reason why we are having this moment.”

I looked up at her, “Yes he is a d*ckhead but let’s be mature and thank him even though he does not want to see our faces,” she added.

“Then we will write him a letter and emphasize on the part that he does not want to see us,” I stated and concentrated on the baby, “Do you have any names yet? We have to name her,” I asked. I knew the topic was going to get her mind off that useless man.

“I do not know, I was thinking Gift or Mercy?” She stated.

“No, I once had sex with a girl named Gift, and Mercy sounds too catholic.”

“Brandon! You have to censor that mouth of yours!” She yelled at me p*ssed. “Is there anyone you have not slept with, in this town!”

“You,” I replied with a grin. She hit my shoulder hard and I felt the impact, “ouch!” I cried out. “We can name the baby after you,” I suggested holding my hand.

“No no no, I do not want my child to become me, I do not want her to be a loser,” she replied with a straight face. ” I do not want her to be brainless.”

“Thalia?”

“Do not even tell me lies, you wouldn’t want our daughter to be like me.”

I moved closer to her and wrapped my hands around her waist. “Yes, I wouldn’t want her to be like the Thalia I first bumped into on that bridge but I would want her to be like Thalia the inventor that invented something that scientists with years under their belt wouldn’t, or the Thalia that had the guts to cut her abusive ex-husband’s balls and steal his sperm. Though I would not agree to the sperm part,” I added. She smiled and held my cheek, “you’ve changed Thalia, you are no longer weak or brainless.” I complimented.