Indomitable Heart

CHAPTER EIGHT — UNEXPECTED BONDING

As soon as Wilson heard this sentence, all his blood vessels constricted. Blood and oxygen's passage in his body were tampered with adversely. His body became stiff and stagnant. The message was incomprehensible.

"What did you just say?" he asked, doubtful.

"I said Olive passed out in the office today and is currently hospitalized." The manager threw more light on the situation.

"Text me the hospital address instantly!" Wilson commanded. He took permission from the collaborating company—citing urgent company matters—and began his journey.

As Wilson arrived, he barged into the ward where Olive lay unconscious. He couldn't control his emotions; his chest hurt endlessly. He knelt down and held her hands tightly.

You're bigger than this. Please wake up. He placed her hands on his chest and closed his eyes.

Not long after, the doctor entered with a recording book and two nurses. Wilson immediately ran to him, holding his shoulder.

"What's wrong with her, doctor?" Curiosity masked his face.

"Please calm down, young man. Nothing serious. Follow me to my office so I can explain in detail." The doctor voiced out, leading the way as Wilson followed.

"After diagnosis, we discovered she passed out from stress and overworking." The doctor enlightened him.

"Stress and overworking?" Wilson asked for clarification.

"Yes. You're her guardian?"

"Yes, I'm her boss at work."

"That's good. Do you make her work overtime?"

"Of course not, doctor. We live in the same house—we go home together after work."

"Then does she do strenuous work at home after work?"

"Yes. She cleans the house, prepares our meals, makes sure everything is in order," Wilson revealed.

"That's one factor. She does household chores when already worn out from company work," the doctor explained.

"But she never complained. I would have handled it if she had told me," Wilson lamented.

"Not everyone disturbs their boss with personal issues. I also want to confirm something important that could lead to this." The doctor spoke out.

"Please go on, sir," Wilson stated, ready to get to the root.

"Were the patient's feelings hurt or tampered with recently?" The doctor inquired.

Wilson wasn't surprised—he knew how Humphrey played with her feelings might result in something negative.

"She recently broke up with her boyfriend. She cried for days, was broken down emotionally," Wilson told the doctor.

"That also contributed. We need to take good care of her. After discharge, she needs absolute rest—to regain emotional stability and return to normal." The doctor spoke out.

"Alright, sir. I'll make sure she gets enough rest before resuming work," Wilson assured him.

"Good to hear. You need to deposit twenty thousand dollars so we can treat her effectively and prescribe drugs," the doctor said.

"Money is not a problem. Just make sure she recovers, please," Wilson spoke out and transferred the money.

The doctor immediately commenced treatment. Within four hours, Olive regained consciousness. This took Wilson to the moon.

After discharge, Wilson took her home and wouldn't allow any household chores. He called his manager, instructing him to run the company for some time. He stayed home with Olive and Sonia.

"I'm really okay, Wilson. I don't know why you're taking this so personally," Olive lamented—the caring was too much.

"The doctor said you need rest, and I'll make sure you rest indeed. Stop wasting time trying to convince me—I've locked up my heart." Wilson tutored her.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kindness. " Nobody like me now lives in luxury because of you." Olive poured out her sincere gratitude.

"Come on, Olive. We're family now—we must take care of each other. So stop it and regain your health first," Wilson said, dressing her hair.

"It still doesn't change that you care about me unconditionally. Thank you very much." She continued.

"You're welcome, Olive," Wilson replied.

They were silent for minutes before Olive broke it.

"I've been inquisitive, but I don't know if I'd trespass by asking."

"What do you want to know?" Wilson asked.

"Don't worry, forget it. It's not relevant." Olive cornered the question.

"Don't say that. Feel free to ask anything bothering you. I'll answer truthfully," Wilson assured her, sitting down to face her.

"Are you really sure it's okay?" Olive asked, confirming.

"Ask anything you want. I'll provide the answers," he reassured her.

"Alright. I just wanted to know how you ended up being a single father—I mean, what happened between you and Sonia's mother." She inquired.

"I just woke up one morning and discovered she'd left me." Wilson replied reluctantly.

"Did you do anything to her?" She pressed on.

"Of course not. She wrote that she can't pretend to be comfortable anymore. I looked for her in the states but couldn't find her," Wilson narrated.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for bringing back hurting memories," Olive stated.

"It's okay. I even remarried—I needed someone to take care of Sonia, but she and my friend who recommended her scammed me. She married me for my money," Wilson continued.

"Oh my God. I didn't know you'd gone through so much. I'm very sorry." Olive sympathized.

"It's alright, Olive. Don't beat yourself up over something you didn't know. It's all in the past—let's forget it and focus on the future," Wilson voiced out.

"That's true. I know God will bless you with a good woman very soon," she told him faithfully.

This statement entered deep inside Wilson's soul. A heavy load seemed to vacate his body. Maintaining eye contact with Olive melted him softly. Butterflies bloomed in his belly.

What's happening to me? I've never felt this way before. Wilson was swallowed by thought.

On the other hand, it was as if snow fell on Olive's head. She froze, hearing her heart race.

"Tell me more about yourself, Olive," Wilson requested after he brazed up.

"Why?" She asked in the dying minutes.

"Because I feel like I'm into you. I know what I'm feeling inside. Although I promised myself never to open my heart to any lady again, you ended up snatching the keys away and opening them. I want to know more about you." He confessed his feelings.

Olive couldn't say anything. She just stared at him passionately as all her nerves became active and sensitive.

"There's nothing to know about me, Wilson. This is just me." She answered with a sexy tone.

As Wilson couldn't control himself any longer, he moved closer and hugged her—and she reciprocated. After the hug, Wilson tried to kiss her, but she pushed him.

away.

"I can't do that. I can't kiss someone I don't like.”