Conditional Help.

CHAPTER TWO

Daniella's POV

“Mr Willow's condition is worsening.”

After the doctor's call in the morning, I rushed to the hospital to see my father. His condition was bound to get worse after all, I hadn't been able to pay for his medication in a while.

“Miss Willows, what are you thinking about?” The doctor's question snapped me out of my thoughts.

I adjusted myself on the chair, “Um nothing. I was just wondering if I could deposit some amount of money so you can begin his treatment.”

Doctor Sam clasped his hands together on his desk, “You know it's against the hospital’s policy dear. You can only make your payments at once.”

“But I don't have the full amount and I can't watch my dad die, okay?!” I snapped at him as the fear of losing my only living family overwhelmed me.

Doctor Sam pressed his lips together, “Alright. I'd only permit this because you've never requested for such before. Please go to the deposit section and make your first payment so we can begin his treatment.”

I nodded softly as I walked out of his office. The white painted walls of the passageway looked like they came together with every step I took. And the smell of antiseptics and drugs invaded my nostrils, tying my stomach into knots.

I made my way out of the hospital without seeing my father because I wasn't bold enough to. I needed to find money for his treatment or I would never be able to forgive myself.

But how on earth was I supposed to find three hundred thousand dollars in such a short amount of time? Especially when I was jobless. It would take years of working as a waitress or cleaner to raise such an amount.

Frustration twisted my face as I walked down the streets with tears spewing down.

‘God, who do I call for help?’ I wondered.

As I took a seat on the wooden bench by the street, I recalled the man I had a one night stand with.

Abraham had left me a whooping sum of a hundred thousand dollars for being with me that night.

‘He must be a wealthy man!’ I thought and whatever I was thinking right now was wrong of me but I was a desperate lady in need and he seemed like the only person that could help.

I ransacked my pockets in search of the rumpled note he left behind.

“8th block, Green Estate.” I read aloud.

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The cab soon arrived in front of a luxurious estate with big mansions in long rows.

I had never seen something like this before. It was so different from the small town with simple bungalows where I lived.

I bit my lips nervously as I approached the big emerald green gate.

All of the houses were coated with white and green paint and it was difficult to know which one belonged to Abraham.

I scanned through every building and I noticed there were placards of numbers on each mansion. I soon arrived at Abraham's place.

Abraham's brows twitched as he spotted me on his couch.

“That's a surprise. What are you doing here?” He interrogated as he took a seat across from me.

Looking at Abraham from across me, he seemed quite mature compared to the young man I had met the night before…

Perhaps, I was under the influence that I didn't realize he wasn't a young man. But he seemed pretty fit and still attractive even though I didn't know his age.

“I-I need your..ahem..your help” I found the words difficult to speak.

“Alright. How can I help you?”

I took a deep breath, “Well, here's the thing. My father-my father is struggling with leukemia and he currently needs treatment but I am not financially capable. So I was wondering if you could borrow me three hundred thousand dollars…”

Abraham smirked, “So we have a one night stand and suddenly I'm supposed to handle your bills?”

I was stunned by his response. I shook my head in the negative, “No, you have it wrong. I mean-you're not meant to handle my bills…” my voice started croaking and I tried my best to control it.

“It's just that my father means so much to me and I don't want him to die. Working a nine to five would take years to raise his medical bill so please help me out. I'd do anything, anything at all.” I pleaded with reddened eyes.

Abraham hummed, “Y'know, I didn't drop that note for you to come find me and sway me with some touchy story. If you needed money, you could have gone back to the slut and hooked up with another man. I seriously despise gold diggers.”

Anger rushed through my veins as I glared daggers at Abraham. To think I found this man attractive made me feel sick. I mean,how could he think this was made up?

“I am not a slut! Whatever happened between us was a mistake and I'm not a gold digger either. I have plans to pay you back, please borrow me because the situation is between life and death.”

Abraham scoffed, “You really think you can pay back three hundred thousand dollars? And if I'm correct it'll be way more because your dad would need consistent treatments.”

My lips pressed together, I was at a loss for words.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, one that bore the burden that I couldn't express.

“This was a mistake. I'm so sorry for bothering you.” I rose up from the couch, headed for the exit.

As much as I needed his help, I was also aware that there was no solid way to pay back.

Just before I stepped out of the house, Abraham's words put me to an abrupt halt.

“You said you'd do anything right?”

I spun around, nodding vigorously, “Yes, I would do anything!”

“I'll take care of your father's bills if you get married to me.”