Chapter Three 3
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Olivia's Pov
A few moments later, the doctor came to the
ward where I was admitted to check up on me.
"Olivia, are you okay?" The doctor asked. "I'm fine sir." I replied to him.
"Are you still feeling any pain?"
"Yes, but it's just slightly, the drugs has
suppressed the pains already."
"Alright then, you will be fine." The doctor
assured me.
"Doctor, thank you for your hospitality." My dad
thanked him.
"You are welcome sir, I'm just doing my duty."
"Can I take her home today?" Dad asked the
doctor.
"Yes you can, just let her rest more for a while."
"Okay, thank you." Dad said happily. When I was discharged from the hospital, my
dad embraced me tightly, relieved to see his
daughter safe but visibly weak.
He drove me home quietly in his car. We were
lost in thoughts, he was probably thinking of
what caused the accident and I was thinking
about how to face the same issue at work the
next day.
When we got home, my father helped me to
settle in, making sure that I was as comfortable
as possible. Our house, which was always
bubbling, was really dull due to the condition I
was in at that moment.
Dad made simple food, because the food was
important for my recovery. My dad and I sat
together at the table, he broke the silence by saying words of assurance. The relationship of
intimacy between father and daughter surfaced.
In the evening, Dad insisted on helping me with
everything. From getting pain relief drugs to
arranging pillows for support. To my surprise,
the accident made us closer.
The next morning came and with a sense of
persistence. I was still nursing my wounds, but I
was determined to face the challenges ahead.
Dad, who was a very caring man had prepared
breakfast, understanding the importance of
feeding well while taking medication. He asked
what happened in the office that made me
unconscious of my environment.
"Olivia, how are you feeling now?" He asked
"I'm fine dad." I replied to him with a smile. "I made your favorite, please eat and take your
drugs dear"
"Okay, thank you Dad."
"Are you sure that you will be able to go to work
today? Why not rest at home and inform them
of your condition." Dad said
"No.., I need to be at the office today, it's very
important that I am there." I said
"Really? We are talking about your health here
Olivia."
"Dad, I will be fine."
"So, what exactly happened at your office
today?" "I'm eating dad, and this is not the best time to
talk, when I get back from work, I will talk to
you." I said, rushing my food.
"Alright, if you insist." Dad said.
He gave me words of encouragement, a touch
of fatherly advice and sincere support. He told
me that the journey was unpredictable, and
each moment was an opportunity to learn and
grow in life.
When I left for work, I didn't just go with bruises
on my skin from the accident, but also a
newfound appreciation for the people who
cared for me. The unexpected encounter at the
office and the accident had shown those who
truly cared for me. When I got to work, I observed that there was
tension in the air. The staff members looked at
me with sympathy and curiosity, because they
knew what happened the day before. The
office, once a place of work, now became the
center of settling conflicts.
"Good morning Isabella" I greeted her and
thanked her for supporting me the other day.
"Morning Olivia, what happened to you? How
did you get wounded?" Isabella said, looking at
the bruises on my skin.
"A car hit me on my way home yesterday, but it
wasn't a major accident, it's a minor one." I told
Isabella with a smile.
"Minor? You call this minor? See your body
Olivia." "It's fine Isabella."
"Have you taken drugs?" She asked.
"The driver that hit me took me to the hospital, I
was given drugs and injections so I'm fine now."
"You shouldn't have come to work today
because of your health." Isabella said.
"You know the situation on ground, if I do come
they will think I absconded with the money."
"Ohhh that's quite realistic, sorry dear."
Isabella showed her care and concern for me,
meanwhile Charlotte saw me and ignored me
like I never existed. As I went to my desk, a few minutes later my
boss Richard Walton demanded my presence in
his office. With a deep breath, I entered, waiting
for the continuation of the argument and
accusations of the previous day.
I was surprised to see Mrs Emily Walton,
standing in my boss's office at such an early
hour. She had never been that early.
She ignored the obvious signs of the bruises on
my skin, she continued the accusations and
threats, it was as if I should still be in the
hospital and not come to the office that day.
"Good morning sir, good morning ma."I greeted
them calmly. "Keep your greetings, have you brought my
money?" Mrs Emily Walton asked.
I was frustrated and disbelief welled up within
me. I tried to explain what happened to me on
my way home, but she refused to listen as she
kept on nagging and shouting.
"If you don't provide that money before the end
of today, you will find yourself locked up." My
boss's wife said.
"Emily, take it easy on her, can't you see the
bruises on her skin, you are supposed to ask
her what happened before unleashing anger on
her this early morning. I told you before we left
home not to prolong this matter but you
insisted." Richard Walton said to his wife.
"I told you to stay out of this Richard, I want that
particular money back and if she doesn't pay it
she will regret it." She replied in a rude manner.
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