PERFECT MATCH

34 - Life

Mabel's POV

My back against the wall, the atmosphere around me tense, raising a hand to my forehead, beads of sweat had puddled up there. Tiredly, I released a sigh as I ran the same hand through my hair over and over again, my other hand placed in my waist.

I couldn't think straight, not since my shocking discovery

From where I stood, my back against the wall, I watched Chinedu strut towards me. He was dapper in a Black Ralph Lauren double breasted suit that was made to fit him. Chinedu had a fierce look on his face, fearless and strutting with confidence, one hand dipped into his pocket.

Raising a brow, I folded my arms and looked up at him. We were eye level to each other, his eyes held no emotions - just empty. My eyes were tired but fierce.

"I didn't think you'd ever show up." I spoke, boldly looking at him.

He was silent, gazing at me as he ticked his stubble with a finger, probably thinking through his words.

"How is Jason?"

Feigning surprise, I pretended to gasp with wide eyes. "I didn't know you cared, you do really care Mr. Chinedu. How nice of you." I smiled, clapping my fingers against my palm, quietly.

My taunt got to him. Chinedu clenched his jaws very tightly, squinting his eyes at me.

"How's the investigation going? I mean if there's any new leads in the investigation, I should know, I'm his wife..."

Sharply, he cut me off. "Not anymore. Which brings me to this question, why are you here? Why do you keep sticking to my son like some magnet."

I scoffed, laughing lowly as I ran my fingers over my lips. "See about that, we never really got divorced."

His face reddened with shock, I watched him try to mask his surprise.

"Yeah, I didn't sign the papers because I just can't help but stick to your son like a magnet." I smirked.

Chinedu clenched his jaw.

"Sue me." I dared, taunting him. He glared at me, boiling with anger. Me and my father-in-law never got along since the beginning, I don't think that day will come. "I guess not." Shrugging my shoulders, I turned my back to face him.

"How's he doing Mabel? What are the doctors saying?"

Infuriated, I released a breath and turned to my neck to look at him.

"Oh you suddenly care!" I snapped, my face crumpled. "Your son had an accident, he was rushed in for surgery, you never showed up. The surgery was successful, he was moved to the I.C.U, you still didn't show up. He has been in coma, in this private ward for almost two months. All of a sudden you pick interest and want to know how he is doing!"

His ears reddened from embarrassment.

"Jason disappointed me as a son. He walked out on me and chose to walk away from the life I gave him." He stated, I could hear the rage in his words.

Oh God! My head thudded with a headache. Releasing a deep breath, I stared at him in disappointment.

I flared up.
"You're his father, no matter what crime he has committed or rebelled or disappointed you, he is still your son! It's your blood running in his veins, he is your son!" He was stunned, his face a pale shade of red.

"You have no right to tell me what to do!" He fired back at me, glancing around suspiciously. Thankfully, only the nurses on the night shift were present, so the hallway was empty.

I shook my head. "No I don't. I don't even want to tell you what to do because you'll always do whatever you want to do. You don't care about how your decision affects others, you only care how it benefits you. So no, I won't tell you what to do."