The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 96

Brandon’s Pov

I threw the tablet away, enraged at the fact that she had no hope when I had my guys scouting every country for a donor. She even had the arrogance to declare that the baby wasn’t mine; that was the most hurtful statement and it kept recycling in my head. After all, I had done for her, after all the sacrifices I had made for her.

The machines began beeping, and my meaningless blood pressure shot up. Before that useless doctor and his minions got in and put me to sleep like some animal again, I began to calm down myself. Sleep was the last thing I needed. The door sprang open, and they rushed in.

I persuaded them with a phony laugh, “I pinched myself, don’t worry yourselves.” They all looked at me as if I were insane. The machinery came to a halt, and I let out a sigh.

I asked the doctor when my next session was and he said in four hours. He had earlier increased my sessions from four to six which was a good sign. Soon it was going to be eight hours then ten and finally twenty-four or even in a week. I was liking my odds but Thalia was going to be my own undoing.

I slowly removed my covers and asked for one of the minions to help me get to my wheelchair.

“Do you want to go to the toilet, Mr. Fraser?” Dr. Willson asked.

“Do I look like I want to s*it?” I asked him and ordered the minion to take me to the bathroom.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked again.

“Yes, I’m going to see my newborn baby,”

I nodded and wheeled myself to my closet. I stood up slowly and carefully, my legs trembling from months of inactivity, but I closed my eyes and focused on my task. I had a feeling Thalia was going to do something crazy, and I was the only one who could talk some sense into her.

As if I were a toddler learning to walk, I began taking small steps. It wasn’t a problem because I did it first thing in the morning, except for my bones, which were still stinging like someone was poking me with hot knives.

“I don’t believe this is a good idea, Mr. Fraser.”

I remarked, “Nestor is coming to load the machine, and I’m relocating to the city.”

The doctor stared at me confused, “But, sir, I don’t recall us talking about that?” he asked. I was on the verge of rolling my eyes but I controlled myself as I went on dismissing his baffling flaws.

I grabbed a golf t-shirt and some shorts because those were the only items I knew would fit. I returned to my wheelchair and, despite their protests, wheeled myself to the restroom with my clothing on my laps. They didn’t have the right to order me around like I was a toddler. I was their employer, and I expected them to respect that.

I hurriedly took a shower, and the water felt so nice, I couldn’t recall the last time water hit my back. They were constantly rubbing my back with that useless, filthy wet towel. But I didn’t have time, so I promised myself that I’d take a six-hour shower in the city. I finished what I needed to do, dressed myself, and headed out. I was met by the same obnoxious people when I opened the bathroom door.

“Mr. Fraser, please, we don’t know the consequences,” the doctor pleaded.

“Do not worry if I die, Nestor will make sure you remain funded for the rest of your lives,” I joked and finally got his mouth to shut up. I always knew where to hit when it came to my employees.

I grabbed my tablet and texted Nestor; he was on his way, and he assured me that Thalia had not yet spoken to her obnoxious ex-husband. I was not going to allow that reunion; that woman was frail, and I could only imagine how she would react if I were no longer alive.

In exchange for his foolish liver, she would give him all of my fortune. I was even certain it was scorched; that idiot used to drink like a useless whale, and I didn’t want my baby to inherit an alcoholic liver.

I checked my emails for a status update but there was none; I wanted to scream but I had no energy.

I chose to wait for Nestor outside, I walked on the sand that felt too hot but I ignored it. The doctor’s minions followed from behind but at a safe distance. I could only guess they were hoping I’d trip and fall. “Pathetic,” I said to myself and began making calls while walking on the sticky sand.

It felt like I was learning to walk and my ankle hurt. I only walked for a few minutes and took a seat on the sand defeated.

After what seemed forever, I noticed my helicopter in the air and got up. I waited for it to land and quickly marched to it with difficulty ignoring all the pain before Nestor joined the bandwagon of people that had a problem with me getting off the s*upid bed. I quickly got in and noticed how he had the fatherly look, the irritating look.

“The machine will be transported to the city too, I have exactly four hours,” I said and told him to start the dumb Helicopter. He turned without saying a word and started off.

In under thirty minutes, we were at the hospital. I had taken some painkillers just in time and by the time I took my step I did not feel anything, I knew I was going to come and regret it later.

Thalia had no idea I was at the hospital. I was going to surprise her but first I went to see the baby. I had no idea how the outcome of meeting with her was going to end but we sometimes behaved like four-year-olds so in order to avoid my mood turning worse I decided to meet my baby first.