A fight for love

I Father; Lizzie cried What is it again, Lizzie baby; I need some money; Not again, how about the one I gave you two days ago. When you are not the wind that blows money away. I don't have; he replied as he continued going through a pile of files on his office table. Father, I know you have; she said sounding pathetic A whole lot of cash; she continued What do you need the money for? I guess I have spoilt you with money. Go face your studies, I don't want to hear you crying for money again; he said harshly. I know dad could be difficult sometimes, but I just needed to be a drama queen this moment. I couldn't tell him what I needed the money for that would mean reducing my pocket money. I know my dad loves me and pampers me a lot but he would never gamble with my health. I held my stomach in pain, dad looked at me and I could read fears in his eyes. He reached for my hand and held me tenderly. My stomach; I cried Not again, does it hurts? he asked in concern. Dad, the reason I need to see a doctor. The pains are coming occasionally. I don't seem to know what's wrong with me; I cried. He released his grip from my hands and I immediately missed his warmth. How much do you need? I don't want to hear stories again, go for that operation. I stared into his eyes I could feel his concern for my health. But if I go for that operation what excuse will I use to collect money from my dad again. My friends see me as the queen of money. If I no longer spend money I would be left with no friends. Dad won. I must go for this operation or I might never be able to conceive. Father, I need time am just scared of the operation; I held my tummy writhing in pain.It's fine but I can force you. I never gave birth to a barren and you know how important your fertility means; I saw him type some information in his infinix phone. Immediately a message popped into my phone. It was an alert. I just credit your account. Take care of yourself. Now I need to attend to business; he said adjusting his spectacles. The bell to his office rang and he responded with a come in. A female secretary walked in. Walk my daughter to the car I just called for her driver; Is she sick; she asked seeing my condition. Just some minor ailment. She would be fine; Okay sir; the secretary said lifting me and carrying my bag.