BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND BY CHANCE

Amidst the ugly and unpleasant scenes surrounding her life, Janel, a beautiful young lady of twenty-eight stood firm right behind her mother who had been diagnosed and suffering from ovarian cancer. Seeing Rita; her mother's medical condition, she knew all hope for survival was lost, and wouldn't be possible. Instead of passing through sharp pains that were already chopping her off her peace, she wished and silently prayed for the woman to close her eyes and never open them again. "I have searched through pipes and tunnels, in and out, and night and day. There is nowhere I could find and ever see such an amount of money. No one in London will help or dash, not even the king or the prime minister. Let God show compassion and her" She thought while stirring at her sick sleeping mother. She then felt a slight touch on her fingers. It was Mrs Rita, her mother, who had been sleeping-watching her for five minutes. "What's that you think in your mind"? Rita asked after feeling wailings in her daughter's heart. "Oh! You are awake already? Just rest yourself and stop being bordered about me" Janel replied after noticing her mother's eyes movement on her. "Anyway, what's the doctor saying concerning my case? Rita asked. "It's not something pleasing. They are demanding twelve million dollars" She says. "For what? " Rita asked. Janel felt the need for their conversation to end since it may appear less important and unproductive and with a tired and less encouraging voice, she spoke. "Mom, just have your rest and stop thinking" "Shut your trash up and tell me their reasons for demanding twelve million dollars" Rita reproved and persuaded. "Hmmm. The money is needed another to conduct an operation on you" Janel empathically answered. "How far have you sought help" She asked. "I have visited hell and heaven and I have seen no one willing and ready to help us" Janel informed. Just then, the specialist doctor Golden came in, in the company of three nurses. He checked some parts of her body, felt her temperature, and studied a few updates on her health from the computer. He wrote some words on a piece of paper, filed it in a document that he had been holding, and handed it to me. Without saying further words, he left with the nurses. Doctor Golden is an award-winning medical specialist who is best known for conducting tedious surgeries on women and for thirty years now, he has no record of unsuccessful operations. He has won himself a name as one of the best surgeons in Britain and the whole of Europe. However, his face and countenance say that mother can't survive it and even if the money was present, the possibility of her living was less-low. "Go through the document he gave you" Rita ordered Janel. After some minutes, she closed it and shook her head compassionately. The tears that were about dripping down her eyes, were defeated by her sense of maturity. For she wouldn't want to complicate Rita's case by putting fear in her. "What does that document say? "Rita asked her after seeing the sudden change of composed smiles on her face. She knew her daughter was gifted like a Chameleon so even if she was unable to appropriately move her body, she shouldn't be far from her latest medical update. "I am sorry Mom" She tearfully pleaded. "Sorry for what? "Rita wished to know. "You have less than two weeks Mom" She speaks gently. "Two weeks for what? "She asked deeper. "I am sorry Mom" Janel repeated due to her not knowing what to say and how to say it. "Stop stressing me the more. Go straight to the point and stop delaying me. Even if I have only thirty minutes, I won't die. Some help would come" She highlighted her. Janel seeing how strong her faith is, expressed the doctor's reports to her. "You only have eight days to live. You won't be operated on until you pay the required sum of money" She displeasingly said and reminded Rita of their inability to afford even a penny. Rita relaxed gently on the bed, as her mind began to navigate back through memory lane. She remembered her place of work and her former boss whom she has spent close to fifteen years working for. She is a pronounced woman in London and throughout Europe, who is famous for her staunch business might. A woman of great entrepreneurial skill who has subdued many merchants raised her businesses above the sky and institutionalized a name through her business empire. "Should I contact the church for help? At least the Bishop of London can help us" Janel interfered with her mother's thoughts and asked somewhat nice questions out of the face of frustration. "Even if you call the holy father of the Roman Catholic church, nothing would still be done" Rita remained strong on her views. "Let me write to the parliament for help. We are poor citizens" Janel proposes while being tensed up. Rita smiled for some seconds before answering. "You can write to the United Nations Organization if you wish," Rita said to her. At this stage, she was now convinced of who could help her. "I want to send you to…… "Coughed!!!!" Mrs Linda the hospital business executive. "Can I see you privately Mrs Rita!? "Ride on Mrs" She approves. "Is there any need for me to live? She is my mother" Janel reminded. "Don't get offended, please. I only need to speak to her. I am very much aware that she is your mom" Mrs Linda highlighted. Janel then excused them for them to express their words. Ten minutes later, Mrs. Linda came out from the ward. "I apologize for the inconvenience" She begs Janel. "I understand mam" Janel complimented, as she entered to meet and have words with her mom. "What did she talk about with you? " She asked her mom who was unwilling to answer. "Never mind dear. I have an errand that you must execute on my behalf" Rita said. "What's it all about?" Janel asked. Rita drew her hand closer to herself and spoke. "You must go immediately".