Chapter 10

Damien POV

Sarah returned home at a time that Lyon had gone home. Today wasn't one of those days that I would spend clubbing. I had a more important matter on my hands and the best mood I could be was to be sober.

I was seated in the living room occasionally helping myself to a can of beer I had opened. Surely one can of beer was not enough to get me wasted. Okay you caught me! Three so far. It was enough to help me get through the tension of waiting for her to return.

Today was the next checkup session the doctor had given us. It was the one where he would give us the way forward and I couldn't wait.

Sarah took too long to freshen up but by the time she was done, I was already unto my fourth can of beer. By this time, I was dizzy but still agile and active and ready to receive whatever news they had in store for me.

It was a long and quiet drive to the doctor. It felt long because we neither spoke or touched each other. Even the jazz I had asked the driver to put in the background did nothing to put me at ease.

Me and Sarah hadn't spoken a word to each other since a day ago when we had found out about her infertility. If it was not certain, we didn't speak to each other. I barely even slept in the same room as he last night.

Maybe the outcome toast will change that.

As soon as we got into the doctor's office, he assigned nurses to attend to his other patients and immediately came over to meet us in his private office.

We both occupied the empty seats as he slumped into his seat.

“Any good news, doctor?”

“Your results came in yesterday. I'm happy to inform you that there is a way out of your predicament.”

My heart which has sunk to my stomach rose. If there was a solution, I would have nothing to worry about. I will have a kid just in time and then I can take over the company and bring revenge on my brother.

I was already cooking plans. What I was going to do when I finally had full possession of the company! I would first kick William out as well as the rest of his silly friends. And then I would make sure I take off enough money to settle my debt with Anderson Sanders.

I turned to the doctor. He was busy explaining the procedure to Sarah who was listening carefully. But I didn't care. My problem was solved and I didn't care how it was going to be solved.

“Well, when can we begin the procedure?” I asked, interrupting him. I was already getting tired of the antiseptic scent of the hospital and wanted to go home.

“Whenever you are ready, sir.”

I was born ready. The man seated before me had been gossiped to me as a man of great reputation. And I was happy I had taken the hint. Father's billion dollar fortune, here I come.

I looked over at Sarah. I was the one who would be benefiting from this arrangement but it was her body nonetheless. So she deserved to have a say.

“We can do it tomorrow,” she announces. I would prefer today, this very second in time to be exact, if you ask me.

“Very well, then. I would expect her to show signs of conception in the next three months.”

The doctor hesitated.

“Right doctor?” I was repeatedly unsure if he had heard me.

“I'm sorry, but you see, even though we carry out the procedure, it will take some time before your wife's body will be strong enough to carry a child. You might have to monitor how she reacts to the procedure and in six months, you can then try to have a baby.”

No way! I didn't have the luxury of time. I'm six months, my brother's wife would have conceived and already had a protruding belly. If this didn't happen any faster I would lose out in the company.

“I need this to happen quickly, doctor. Is there bi way this can happen in lest say two or three months?”

The doctor sighed. “Me Damien, the procedure in and of itself is quite risky and had a fifty fifty chance of working. To be on the safe side we'll have to take our time and monitor the patient to know if she will be ready to take on the treatment.”

“Don't you get it? This is a time sensitive matter doctor. If I don't get everyone to know she is pregnant in three months or less, I will be doomed.”

Doomed meant getting kicked by my family. It meant painstakingly watching my brother take over the empire he stepped on me to chase. It meant I would be a laughing stock.

Where was the hope? The universe had drawn its mark and I had been put between a rock and a wall. There was light, my hands were stretched and now it was gone.

“If you're not comfortable with this, I could walk you through the process of adopting a child,” the doctor offered.

I didn't break a sweat as I walked over and circled my hands around his throat. This was no necessary tussle. Frustration had nicked its claws into my heart and the doctor had just stepped on them.

“Why don't you understand, I don't want that. I just need you to…”

It wasn't until I noticed the men began choking on his breath that it struck me that I was squeezing too hard. I shouldn't have to tell you that liquor takes away your consciousness just like it did mine.

My lips let out slur. It had fully kicked in. The booze. I slowly uncusped my interlocked fingers.

Sarah walked over and grabbed me by the wrist. “Let's go before you make a scene.”

I weakly obliged. I had a pardon to make a scene, surely.. After what life had just grabbed from me, I was allowed to smash a bottle in anger.

I kept myself composed in public until I got to the back of my car.

“Get yourself together!” Sarah scolded.

I didn't like being yelled at but my power of choice had been snatched. Seating up, a hand went to my sweaty forehead. I signaled at the driver to pull over and rushed to a bin by the curb, hurling my stomach loose.

Now my head was clear. Nice work Sarah for the nudge.

In a few days, the wedding would be held and I would have the liberty of being present. I had to be ready to act when needed. Act in favor of pulling my brother to the ground!