Chapter 3 Mirabel's POV

I couldn't help but cry while I sat beside my mother's bed and feel heartbroken when thoughts of her never waking up flooded my mind like a tsunami.

I had told the doctors what happened in my workplace, but there was nothing they could do. They simply told me I had two days to come up with the payments or they would have no choice but to leave my mother's treatment.

As tears continued pouring down my eyes, I could feel my phone vibrating in my purse which was placed on a table. I picked up my phone, surprised it was an unknown number and considered if I should answer it or not. After much contemplating, I chose the former.

"Hello, am I on to miss Brooks?" A manly voice on the other end asked.

I didn't quite know who exactly it was talking to, but it sounded like someone that knew me to an extent.

"Yes, that's me. Is there anyway I can help you?" I asked nervously.

"Your late father, God rest his soul, procured a loan from this establishment to help his business which was about to get bankrupt. He was able to get the money, but due to his death, and no means at which to get the money back, we have decided to seize all of his properties, including the house you currently live in."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I immediately wanted to disappear, away from the problems surrounding me and other things that caused me to be plundered into sorrow.

I do recall my father taking the loan, despite pleas from me and my mother, but I don't really remember how much it was.

"Please, how much is it? I'm sure I can come up with something" I said.

"I don't think you can. The money is $30 billion" He said.

I almost chocked on my spit on hearing the loan amount. Now that my father, along with my brother, was dead and my mother is in a coma, coupled with the fact that I had just lost my job, there was no way I could come up with that huge sum of money.

"You can't be serious. I don't remember him taking such an amount as loan" I argued.

"Well, he did, and you're required to pay before this week runs out. Failure to do so would result in consequences you wouldn't be able to handle, trust me."

With that, the call came to an end. My phone dropped from my hand and tears swarmed my eyes then I buried my face into my mother's bed. I didn't know what to do. It was like I had hit a brick wall. My entire world was crashing before my eyes.

* * * * * I slowly hiked my way home, filled with a thousand thoughts on how I could get the money I needed to take care of my mother's medication, and my father's debt. Nothing came to mind, and I felt alone.

My phone vibrated again, bringing me out of my thoughts. I saw it was another unknown number and I merely ignored it. Minutes later, it rang again and again, causing me to pickup the call in annoyance.

"What!?" I asked angrily.

"First of all, I do not like being ignored, just as much as I hate being shouted on" A calm but stern voice said.

Apologetic that I had shouted at a stranger, I quickly regained myself.

"I'm sorry" I apologized.

"It's no big deal, but never try it again" He brushed it off.

"Please who is this?" I asked, picking my words carefully.

"This is Thomas Hugh, the CEO of the company you were fired from earlier today" he said.

I stopped walking to let his words sink in. I had numerous questions wanting to be answered, but I managed to say only one.

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

"That shouldn't concern you. All you need to know is that I am here to help clear all your problems, including your father's debt" Thomas said.

My eyes nearly dropped out of their sockets at the mention of my father's debt which was a secret. It was impossible he had found out about my father's debt, except he made sure I was investigated. I couldn't help but wonder why. What was his ulterior motive?

"How do you know about that?" I asked.

If he knew about my father's $30 billion debt, then he surely knew about the accident and my mother's coma. I was beginning to get terrified of him.

"Like I said earlier, you do not need to know that. Just be rest assured that I can be of help to you, $30 billion is chicken change compared to what I have in my account" he said.

My mind ran in different directions, trying to figure out why he had decided to contact me saying he could help sort out my problems when, apart from what his investigation had told him, he knew nothing about me.

"Thank you, I really appreciate you for this" I said.

"I'm sure you do. I want you to come to my office tomorrow morning so we can talk more on this" Thomas instructed.

Knowing fully well that I had nowhere and nothing else to do the next day, I apromptly agreed. After all, this was a person who had come to me ready to help ease away all the problems that caused my heart to ache, there wasn't any harm in hearing him out.

"I look forward to it. I'm really thankful that you offered to help. You don't know how you have saved me from having to live on the streets" I said.

"Just make sure you come early. I will not hesitate to take away my help if you come late" He said then hung up.

As I continued my journey back home, I couldn't help but feel anxious to what the outcome of tomorrow's meeting would be.