Golden Sacrifice

Chapter 3

Alice was quiet for a while. She didn't know how to answer her.

“I'm Mrs. Milton. The CEO of Milton's empire, I took after my husband, but I will hand it over to my son soon. We have branches all over the country,” she introduced herself, seeming there was a lot she had to say.

“I have an offer for you since you are living here all by yourself. I need a caretaker if only you will….”

However, Alice interrupted without letting her end her statement. “I will accept it. I can commence work now.”

“That's fine. You will stay with me then,” Mrs. Milton suggested.

“Of course. I will love that,” Alice agreed, her mouth curled into a smile.

“Get ready, and let's head home now. It's almost sunset,” Mrs. Milton said with a broad smile.

Her maid has resigned for a while now; she has been looking for a replacement. She's very ecstatic; she has gotten one without any stress.

As they were on their way to Mrs. Milton's residence, Alice was surveying the environment. Pondering how to manage her affairs effectively. Working as a maid to the Milton family and managing both businesses. She needs to strive harder because her brother's life is slipping away.

“Feel at home, Alice. Anything you need, alert me, and it will provide,” Mrs. Milton assured Alice.

This is the biggest mansion Alice has ever come across, talkless of living in. She's overwhelmed by its luxurious decoration.

“By paying me for services here accompanied by running both businesses, helping will go a long way to helping me. My brother is dying slowly, and it breaks my heart,” Alice whispered to herself as she retired to sleep.

As days went by, leaving Milton's family became the best thing for Alice. But she's still struggling to get funds for the bills.

“Hope you're enjoying your stay at my house,” Mrs. Milton questioned Alice when she asked for her juice.

“Of course, ma'am,” she replied in a low tone.

“But you looked stressed. Do you need a break?” Mrs. Milton inquired.

“Not at all, ma'am.”

“My son will be coming over; prepare something sumptuous for him,” Mrs. Milton spoke calmly like a whisper.

“You don't have anything to worry about, ma'am,” Alice assured her, and left back to the kitchen.

“I need to prepare his meal now. So I can go to the shop early. Since it's past 8 am. Today is Saturday, and many customers will visit the shop,” Alice murmured to herself as she hastened up with her chores.

A few moments later, there was an unfamiliar noise from the living room. “Probably he's here now,” Alice whispered to herself. She was dishing out the meal to set up the dining table.

She came out with the meal, and her eyes drifted to the fair-complexioned, handsome gentleman seated, giggling with extreme happiness written all over his face. His muscular figure is captivating—every woman's dream. Alice's gaze remained fixed as she dragged her feet on the floor, admiring him. Even though he hadn't noticed her presence, he was very busy chit-chatting with his mother.

“Please, the dining table is set ma'am,” Alice said, standing in front of them.

As she glanced at Mrs. Milton's son, he looked familiar. However, she can't recall where she met him.

“Meet Oliver Milton, my only son,” Mrs. Milton introduced his son to Alice. “He visits here once in a while.”

“You're welcome, sir,” Alice finally spoke after a while.

Oliver looked at Alice keenly as if he had something in mind. “Do I look familiar to him too?” Alice murmured to herself and excused them to enjoy their meal. She sped to the shop.

Alice got very busy at the shop, but she had to return early to prepare supper for Milton's family.

She hurried up to her room to change her outfit. As she got closer to Mrs. Milton's son room, she heard sounds that drew her attention. She drew closer to listen carefully.

“Darn it! I love that! Oh…Oliver! f**k me like a w***e!” A woman yelled and moaned; her voice was honeyed and penetrating.

“What!” Alice yelled, but she held her mouth tight in order not to hear. “Is this the kind of man he's?” she added, shaking her head.

“But the voice is very familiar, but I just can't make it up. Let me head to the kitchen to work. That's very important.”

Alice hastened up to prepare dinner, her mind clouded up with thoughts of her brother. She had not raised the money even through running shifts for these jobs.

Alice retired to bed early to rest her bones. To re-energize for tomorrow's routine. At almost midnight, she woke up and needed water. She headed straight to the kitchen. As she got to the stairs, she met someone walking forward and backwards while throwing his hands in the opposite directions. Her heart raced. She nearly ran back to her room.

She gathered the courage to draw closer, and she perceived the scent of alcohol around that space. “What! You're drunk sir,” she yelled, holding her nose because of the smell.

She pushed him aside, hurried to the kitchen, and went back to her room to sleep. He's not her problem.

The next day, she woke up to several missed calls from the doctors, and her heart skipped. She felt restless, and her hands shook as she held the phone to return his calls.

She dialed the doctor's number as she strolled up and down her room. “Hello, how's my brother doing today? I've been trying my best to get the money,” Alice exclaimed, her voice stuttering and breaking.

“Your brother is dying. Don't blame us for anything. The surgery should be done now,” the doctor's voice echoed in the room. She kept her phone on loudspeaker.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. Immediately, the doctor dropped the call.

“Who's that? I hope the person hasn't heard our conversations?” Millions of thoughts oozed on Alice's mind, she crawled to open the door.