Chapter 4
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Dominic POV
"We should not meet again," And she just waved her hand as she strode away. I watched her walk away slowly.
My eyes darted from her to my legs. For a year, I have been feeling constant pains on my knee cap. But that was not the only pain I was experiencing, I was feeling the pain of being unable to walk again for the rest of my life. I had lost my leg years ago, relying on a wheelchair to move around.
Only I could explain how it feels to be disabled, to become useless. I have visited almost all the hospitals around the world, hoping to get healed.
I found one who promised to heal my legs. And in order to be healed, I had surgery which was risky but unfortunately, after the surgery I wasn't healed instead more salt was added to my wound.
Constant pains had been haunting me for a year with no solution. The sharp touch from her brought back the pains but her little fingers also eased the pains.
Her fingers were looking rough but could she tell that I had surgery. "I guess she was right. The surgery was not successful because if it was, I should be able to stand again on my feet not paralyzed with severe pains" I mumbled to myself.
I ran my hands slightly on my knee cap. No doctor could tell I had a surgery on my legs unless they ran a scan but how did she know, does that mean those doctors are quack?.
What an interesting lady.
I leaned back on my wheelchair and looked over to the bridge rail. This will be the first time I'll be stepping out of my house aside from leaving the house for a medical checkup.
I didn't expect to meet anyone at the bridge. I had thought the bridge was the best place to find refuge and inhale good air.
At first, I had intended to ignore her. After all, what the other person did was not my problem. I have a better problem that I'm battling with but when I saw her face, her eyes were full of sorrow and fear.
Instantly I recognized that look. That was the same look I wore three years ago when I had lost the ability to walk. I was at the verge of committing suicide when a young woman and her daughter saved me, and since then I haven't come across them.
"Sir, are you fine," Elon's voice cut through my thoughts from behind. His tone is calm and respectful.
I glanced at him briefly. "Let me enjoy the moment silently," I muttered, staring at the bridge. I rested my hand on my chin, gazing at the bridge for minutes.
"Sir–" His familiar voice interjected and I sigh loudly.
"What's wrong?" I asked, curtly and he stepped closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear as he whispered some words.
"Let's go," I said, flatly. I pressed the button to set my wheelchair in motion. He aided me to hop inside the backseat of the car.
Soon, the car starts humming softly on the floor. Few minutes later, the car drove inside the house and the largest gate opened automatically..
When we reached the mansion, Elon stepped out first to open the car door. He aided me to sit on my wheelchair and I wheeled past the rows of bodyguards who stood like silent sentinels. Outside, the maids bowed their heads and greeted me in unison, "Welcome, young master." Their voices were polite but I barely spared them a glance as I moved on.
Inside, I found myself in the sitting room. The familiar voice reached my ear and I saw my mom with my elder sibling.
They were seated on the plush sofa, laughing over something I barely knew. As soon as they noticed my presence, the smile died down immediately.
"Dominic," my mom called, her voice sweet and tender. She stood up and approached me, her arms widening.
"Why are you all here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, not pleased with their sudden presence.
"To check up on you of course. Can you stop pushing everyone away, isolating yourself? I'm not happy with it," She responded, stroking my arms as she gazed at me, smiling.
My eyes trailed to her hands that were on my arms. She noticed my gaze on her and withdrew her hands from my arms.
"Dominic,"
"Mom, not now please," I protested before she could think of talking further.
"Hey brother," Dirk called, offering me a smile. "Why did you step out of your room today? I thought you were allergic to the world,"
I scoffed. "Were you praying for me not to step out of my room again?" I tilted my neck sideways and he bit his lower lips, looking away. "I'm not allergic to the world, I'm just allergic to people that are faux," I spat out, my expression hardening.
"Dominic,"
"How's the business going? I heard the sales are dropping. If you all had a lot of free time, shouldn't you worry on saving the company from running into bankruptcy instead of coming to my house every f*****g time, under the pretense of 'We are here to check up on you' especially Dirk" I asserted, and the smile on Dirk face faded. His fist tightened and my mom placed a calming hand on his hand, smiling.
"I still don't know why you hate everyone. Is it because of your condition? I told you it's not permanent, I'm going to find something to do about it," my mom reassured.
"Oh another solution that would kill me after the failed surgery," I spoke, scoffing.
"Sir, the chairman is upstairs," Elon whispered and I pressed a button on my wheelchair, setting it in motion.
I made my way to my study, a room that I isolated myself in sometimes. I got inside and Elon stayed outside.
"Dominic, how are you today?" He asked, and my lips twitched.
"You're always worried about me. I can see through it but I want you to know that I am fine." I reassured him, and he smiled at me. "Why did you come here, this room precisely," I inquired, resting my hand on my chin as I stared at him.
"Isn't it lonely alone? Only you, and Mr Nathan that lives in this big mansion,"
"As you said, Mr Nathan. I'm not alone, he lives with me," I uttered, and he approached me, standing in front of me.
"I mean partner, you need to get married," I watched as the word dripped from his mouth.
"I don't need a wife. What I need right now are my legs. I'm tired of being ridiculed," I declined, politely. Moving the wheelchair around as I turned to leave the study.
"You will be getting married next week, get ready." The wheelchair suddenly stopped.
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