The Million Dollar Contract (On Hold)

Chapter 3

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No matter how many times Ariel had requested her to not worry about her well-being as she would manage the wound herself, the woman was no close to listening to her pleading. Ariel's head was bumped into the prominent emblem of Rolls Royce. Blood was seeping out of it continuously, it was smudged against the headrest. She didn't notice the scarlet patch until the woman who owned this expensive car spared a glance her way.

The kind-hearted woman had her heart in her mouth. She held her hand with empathy flaming in her eyes when Ariel hissed as she pressed the cloth against her wound firmly. "Smith, can you hurry, please? She is losing a lot of blood," Panic laced in her silky voice.

"Mrs. Maslow, we are just a mile away," The chauffeur whose name Ariel noticed was Smith replied while sparing a glance at the ladies through the rearview.

Ariel didn't know what to say in her defence so she remained mum, the string of her fate was in the hands of God, she surrendered to him and prayed for some mercy. Just as Smith stated, the hospital came into view within a minute. Which, by the way, was the same hospital where Miles was being treated. Ariel was baffled as to either follow them inside or spin around and dash away from these people and the hospital. She already owed them a lot and now her unplanned injury.

She hated the way the universe was treating her.

"Sweetheart, come out quickly, we are here," The woman addressed Ariel. She faintly shook her head and glanced at her, noticing how she was donned in monarchial attire. Those beige gloves matching her knee-length dress were the cherry on top of her appearance.

Ariel alighted the car with her hand attached to the cloth on her head while striding inside with Mrs. Maslow. Just as they reached the reception, the receptionist's eyes glimmered in recognition when she saw Ariel. Her eyebrows quirked in bewilderment when she noticed the cloth pressed to her head. Ariel caught that look, but both of them didn't voice out the acquaintance, instead, Mrs. Maslow took the lead to break the gazing spell.

"Please, I need the best doctor in this hospital for the girl this instant, she has lost a terrible amount of blood," Mrs. Maslow couldn't help sounding meek and agitated. The receptionist furrowed but realised from her appearance that she could afford a prestigious doctor.

"Yes, ma'am. Would you tell me your name?" The receptionist enquired, shooting a glance at Ariel with dense eyes as if she doubted her for any mischievousness.

Ariel averted her eyes when felt the burden of her accusing gaze. "Yes, my name is Alisa Maslow," The receptionist nodded unconsciously but her fingers halted when she registered her name. It was Alisa Maslow, the prominent businesswoman.

"Oh, ma'am, it's a pleasure to have you. I'm calling Dr. Gideon right away," she raised the receiver and dialled for Dr. Gideon.

Speaking for a few seconds, she put back the receiver and met Alisa's eyes professionally. "Dr. Gideon is on his way, please follow me this way," She gestured her hand toward the elevator and took them to the sixth floor of the hospital.

Leading them to a room by the end of the corridor, she halted and pointed her hand at the door. "This way ladies," her lips pursed when she finished speaking. Alisa opened the door and entered firstly. Whereas, Ariel stood outside and glanced at the receptionist who batted her eyebrows to ask what was happening.

"Child, you can come in," Alisa's voice tore their staredown. Ariel cleared her throat and went inside. Mr. Gideon scrutinised her injury. The injury was indeed deep, which got her four stitches and a permanent mark. Dr. Gideon told her her hair would never grow on that certain portion.

Ariel sighed despairingly and nodded. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I feel awful for this incident, I apologise to you on the behalf of my chauffeur, he didn't mean to hit you by any means," Alisa commiserated with a grimace on her face. The woman was indeed empathetic enough to feel her pain.