His Maid's Son novel Chapter 2

He couldn't help but pull out his card and thrust it in the nurse's hand. "Charge whatever she needs."

Both women couldn't hide their surprise. While the nurse gasped and gaped, the relieved mother turned to Alexander and suddenly engulfed him in a tight awkward embrace. "Thank you... thank you..." The woman chanted. "God will bless you." She continued making Alex cringe at the attention they had started attracting and the mention of the deity. He personally doesn't believe in religion, and as far as he was concerned it was he, who had helped the woman, and the heavens had nothing to do with it.

"It's nothing ma'am," he responded tightly, pulling himself from the embrace and straightening his suit. He managed a brief forced smile,

"I will pay you back," she informed earnestly.

"There is no need for that," Alex countered honestly. He turned back to face the nurse but she spoke up again, "I insist,"

"That won't be necessary, ma'am." He muttered, his voice rising impatiently. It's that kind of drama he likes avoiding. Can't she just accept the help and move on? He grimaced.

"I could work for you," she was stubbornly annoying. Alex noted with a sigh. But he wasn't going to accept a refund. He had more money than he will probably need in one lifetime anyway. "Where is your son? " he asked instead, successfully diverting the woman's thoughts.

"There," she turned and pointed at a couch where a boy who was just a young adult lay. He had blood running down his nose and appeared to have ugly bruises all over his face. Alexander couldn't see the face clearly because of the long black curls falling on his forehead, but from what he saw, he concluded that the boy was beautiful. He was about to ask the nurse why they hadn't started attending to the boy yet, when he saw different hospital staff rushing with a stretcher to do just that.

"Greedy bastards," he muttered under his breath, amused at the seriousness they were exhibiting yet they could care less just moments ago.

He shook his head in disbelief as he turned and picked his card from the nurse before having an inaudible conversation with her about his father.

He spared a glance at other patients sitting pitifully on the chairs and his heart went out to them. He couldn't help all of them and that unsettled him for some reason.

Without bothering to check on his old man, or bid any kind of farewell to the woman he had just helped, Alexander hastily made his way out of the hospital.

He didn't get to enjoy tormenting his father but strangely his heart was at peace, content even. It had been a long time, since he had felt that. A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes broke on his face.

ALEXANDER

I was restless for the remainder of the day as I sat through endless meetings. my mind kept drifting back to that poor woman and her pale-looking kid. By four pm I was exhausted and found it hard to concentrate so I wrapped up my work, and decided to head home early.

In the car, I reminded Yusuf to schedule interviews, since my housekeeper was due for retirement. She is old and opted to spend the rest of her days with her equally elderly husband. Maria used to work for my parents, and after my mother died, she came to work for me.

After getting home, I had a light dinner and got in bed early. For some unknown reason, I ended up oversleeping the following morning, despite the fact that I had slept on time. I decided to cancel my morning appointments altogether and pass

through the hospital instead.

Silence...

" You wouldn't do that!" He accused, after a moment,

" You think?" I asked sweetly, shaking my head for the man had no idea what I'm capable of.

" I'm still your father." He tried his eyes flickering with fear. I clenched my fist with the urge to connect it to his face but reigned my anger in.

"Biologically, yes, but you are dead to me." I turned and left without giving him a chance to annoy me further. On my way out, I bumped into a clumsy someone. My eyes snapped to the person ready to bite their head off,

"It's you!" It took me a minute to recognize her, she looked different from the helpless-pale-looking woman I had encountered yesterday.

I murmured a quick hello which went unheard as she began pouring her never-ending gratitude. I darted my eyes around hoping for Yusuf to magically appear and get me out of the awkward situation. She noticed my discomfort and murmured an awkward sorry. "Yusuf said you are around, I hoped I would bump into you." She explained more calmly.

" Good morning," I extended my hand which she shook heartily.

"You were gone before we could figure out how I will pay you back. " She murmured stepping back and I visibly relaxed, exhaling deeply.