February 28

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Warning⚠️:** This chapter contains domestic violence and abuse. If any reader finds this content uncomfortable, please refrain from reading. Thank you.

If you don't have tissue nearby, please bring it closer; you'll surely need it! Guys, I also cried!🥺.

NIZAMIYE HOSPITAL.
ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Aaban hastily called a friend who was a doctor at the hospital, informing him about the situation on his way there. Aware that the hospital might involve the police, he couldn't risk his Ammi's life due to protocol. Fortunately, his friend arranged everything.

Parking carelessly in the lot, he scooped Ammi up in his arms, and two nurses rushed with a stretcher. He laid her lifeless body on it.

Aabaan paced the waiting hall anxiously , hoping for good news from the doctors.

"Aabaan," his father called, drawing his attention.

Alhaji Maheer approached his son, his usual dominance masking his fear. Aabaan knew he was scared of losing his wife.

"How did it happen?" Alhaji Maheer's voice quivered.

"I don't know, father. I was in my room when Nana brought the tragic news," Aaban replied, observing his father's vulnerability beneath his usual dominance.

"The security of the house needs to be tightened. May Allah save her life," The Oil Mogul said, his heart aching for his wife.

As the red light turns off and the doctors emerged with tired expressions, the father and son sprinted towards them.

"She is safe, Alhamdulillah, but she'll need a wheelchair for a few weeks before fully recovering. She'll be transferred to the VIP section soon," the doctor explained, and both father and son silently thanked Allah.

Watching Ammi's sleeping form with pitiful gazes, they wondered about the pain she endured.

Aaban clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger and determination. He vowed to find whoever was behind his family's troubles and make them pay. He would make sure to kill them and not only do that, but to cut them into pieces and serve their rotten bodies to the security dogs.

He excused himself from his father who was rambling about how Ammi would be moved overseas immediately after lockdown for better treatment and stepped out to make a call. Bringing out his phone from his pocket, he dialed a number which picked at first ring.

"I don't care how you're going to do that, but i want a trunk full of hefty licensed security, ten soldiers and ten policemen. Divide them into three, some at my residence in Wuse II and the other estate and some at Nizamiye hospital." With that he ended the call and dialed another number again.

"Tighten the security measures at the mansion and no matter what my mother and sister should not step out of the house and no one should also be allowed in."

"Yes Sir!" The other person at the end replied and without wasting any more time, Aabaan ended the call. The whole scenario sucks! but he was more than determined to make things right and bring an end to the game. With a dangerous smile that get even the powerful weak, Aaban exited the ward in dominant strides that oozed power and danger.

He was dangerous!

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GARKI. ABUJA.

"No way you're getting married again, mother!" Jaiyana exclaimed, incredulous.