Against All Odds (Completed)

Chapter Forty-Nine

With an iced-tea in his left hand and carefully bringing it closer to his lips, Ashton looked at his mother who was blabbering about a spoilt patient of hers.

"I seriously don't like how he talks to his mother, whether she's his stepmother or not I don't like it!" She fumed, scribbling something on her notepad.

"No one says you should like it, Mrs. Anderson." He lifted his brows at her and sipped from a coffee brown mug.

She sighed. "You're right, I shouldn't let this boy get me so riled up."

Ashton nodded, setting the mug on the desk. "I'm sure Mrs. Asenso must be sleeping by now, I was thinking of checking up on her before I leave."

"Yeah, she is. She needs to rest since she'll be out tomorrow." Matilda smiled.

Ashton smiled back and with a nod, he sighed. He couldn't imagine the reaction from Lily after finding out her mother would be discharged tomorrow and that the court hearing is scheduled next week Friday.

Even though he was aware she hated him right now and didn't want to speak to him, this news was going to bring that missing smile back on her face and he could bet that.

Matilda's desk phone rang, bringing Ashton back to reality.

"Doctor Anderson." She said into the phone and for a while her brows lifted and furrowed, forming a frown on her face.

"What?" Ashton asked when she placed down the phone, a disturbed look on her face.

"I'll have to go and check up on that kid." She sighed, lifting herself from the swivel chair.

"I'm coming along. I'd like to see that rich, spoilt kid who's getting on your nerves." He smirked.

Matilda shook her head and approached the door, Ashton following close behind as they walked out of the office.

They approached a ward where a young nurse emerged looking upset. She pouted her lips when she saw Matilda and her son. "I don't think I want to go back in there Dr. Anderson." She whined.

"What's wrong?" Matilda asked flatly as if she already knew what the answer was.

"One thing I can't stand is rude patients who act like they know everything. I'm just going to let this slide because of his looks, and especially because he's Mrs. Baidoo's son."

Matilda chuckled. "Step-son. Don't forget that."

The nurse rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She tucked on her uniform and marched away towards the lobby.

"Why does this phrase sound so familiar?" Ashton asked as his mother knocked softly on the door.

After they got an answer, she turned the knob and the entered into the room.

Ashton's eyes immediately travelled to the bed and at the figure seated facing the shutters. It was that of a young man in an overall white attire, his back was straightened and he looked absentminded. Just when Ashton was convinced he was oblivious of their presence, the young man grunted.

"When am I going to leave this place?" He asked not turning to look at them.

"I'm sure you'll be discharged early if you're dedicated to the drugs we serve you, Mr. Baidoo." Matilda replied.

"I told you I'm not sick. It's just stress." He said and finally turned his head towards them.

Ashton frowned when he finally recognized the man in front of him: Harris Baidoo. The spoilt brat indeed!

"Yes, you are. You've passed out twice this week." Matilda raised her brows at him, "That's not normal."

"I want to leave." With a grim face he said, looking straight at Matilda. "You shouldn't listen to that woman and detain me for almost a week when I've got other important things to do."

"You can't blame her when you're not taking your drugs, Harris. You want to get out of here, listen to instructions." Ashton chimed in.

"Ashton..." Matilda hissed at him.

Rolling his eyes, Ashton shoved his hands into his pockets. He ignored the scowl on Harris face and nothing thrilled him more than successfully pissing him off.

He had no reason but he just didn't like the rich kid; even the first time he met him. He didn't like how he looked at Lily, and certainly wasn't pleased with how he walked around with his shoulders high as if he ruled the world.

Harris swiftly turned his focus back on Matilda, "You can tell her I'm fine. And that I don't need that fake TLC."

Matilda sighed. "I can't. If you-"

"What's your problem?" Harris cut in, lifting his brow at Matilda.

Ashton clenched his fists, ready to punch that arrogant face but kept his cool. The last thing he wanted was to do something that'd cost his mother her job. And he wasn't ready to face his mother's wrath aftermath.

Matilda smiled. "You need to relax, Mr. Baidoo. Let's discuss this after your nap."

Ready to protest, Harris suddenly kept mute. He got up from the bed and walked to the window. "Then excuse me, we'll talk later."

Matilda nodded. "Sure." She gestured at Ashton to follow her out of the ward.

"I don't like how you allow that guy to talk to you like that." Ashton frowned when they stepped out.

"You don't need to think so much about that." Matilda patted his shoulder.

Ashton sighed. "I've never liked him."

"You know him already?"

He nodded. "He won the cooking contest against Lillian in Accra. Something no one expected."

Matilda smiled, "Yes. He's good at it. Poor Lily."

Ashton scoffed. "Whatever." It was something he couldn't argue with. And at that moment the only thing on his mind was spilling out the good news about the court hearing next week to Lily.

He knew she'd be so happy.

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