The Billionaire’s Doctor. Episode 23

????The Billionaire’s
Doctor????????
(He hates women????)

Written ✍???? by Eunice Nwodu ????

Episode 23

???? Kira’s pov ????
I went downstairs to meet Brandon by himself writing on a book.

“Hey Brandon” I said walking to him. He raised his head and smiled.

“Good morning auntie Kira” he beamed puffing his face and his chubby cheeks looked kissable.

“How was your night?” I asked looking into the colored cardboard.

“It was okay…Um…dad said you were sick. How are you now?” He asked staring at me innocently.

Hm.
Sick indeed.

“Am fine. It’s nothing at all. What are you writing down?”.

He giggled.

“Nothing” He replied and covered the book with his hands.

“Really? Are you keeping something from auntie Kira?” I asked and he chucked.

“It’s something you shouldn’t know. Dad would get mad if I told you” he said and I got more curious.

“He won’t. If he does, we’ll sing for him and he’ll get better” I stated and he laughed.

“Daddy doesn’t listen to songs auntie” He said and laughed again.

“I promise you Brandon. I won’t let him know that I know about the secret thing” I said and he smiled.

“Come close then” he whispered and I drew close.

“Today’s my mom’s birthday and daddy’s going to take me to where she is” He paused and removed his hands from the cardboard he was hiding.

“I actually wrote something for her” He added and handed me the green colored cardboard.

I looked at the beautiful designed paper.

I read the touching words:
Happy birthday mom.
How are you doing in heaven?
I hope the angels won’t drag your birthday cake with you.
I’ll never stop loving you.

Your little lion,
Brandon????????????

A tear slid down my cheek and wiped it off. So sweet!

I noticed Brandon was staring at me so I quickly smiled. He hugged me and I held onto the warm embrace.

“I love her so much auntie Kira” He said and I patted his back.

*Let’s go* I heard Mr Adam’s deep cold voice say and we unlocked from the hug.

I glancedbat him to catch him glaring daggers at Brandon.

What the h*ll??

He dragged his eyes from him and walked out of the house.

What was that ‘glare’ all about???

“He’s going to yell at me auntie, I shouldn’t have told you about mom. Oh…” He muttered with a crumpled look.

He looked so worried and anxious.

“I’ll go with you and make sure he doesn’t harm you in anyway. Trust me, you’re safe B.” I soothed and he hugged me again.

“Okay…let’s go” he mumbled and I took his hand as we left the living room.

We got to where Mr Adam was and he was standing before his SUV.

Wow!

We’re going with this hot black car today. It was black and shiny and I’d say it left me speechless.

Mr Adam faced me and I’m starting to think he’s back to his ‘senses’ now.

“You’re not going with us” he stated and Brandon and I gasped at the same time.

What’s wrong with this guy?…
Oh – many things.

“Please Mr Adam, I want to tag along” I said and he scoffed.

“We’re going to a grave yard, there’s nothing there to ‘tag’ about” He groused and I sighed.

“Please Mr Adam. Just let me be beside Brandon while he meets his mom again” I pleaded and he shot Brandon another cold stare.

He looked like he would slap him any moment from now.

But why’s he so mad?

He didn’t say anything as he sauntered to the driver’s seat which means he agrees for me to come along.

I hopped in with Brandon and we took off.

????????????????

We arrived at the…I think I’d call it a graveyard. Mr Adam parked the car at some point and we got down.

“We are here!” Brandon leaped and ran to the booth of the car. He opened it on his own and brought out a round birthday cake – eagerly.

Mr Adam sighed and we proceeded in the green grasses walking past different dead people 6 feet under.

We got to a place and before it as a silver plated pavement. A name which didn’t sound familiar in anyway was written on it.

Brandon took his cardboard paper and knelt before the grave.
Mr Adam tried to stop him but I held his hands.

He should let him be since it was something personal.

I watched Brandon cut the cake with a small knife.

He cleared his throat and soon, his sweet little voice was heard.

“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…happy birthday dear mother, happy birthday to you…I love you so much! I love you so much…I love you so much much mom..I love you so much”

Gosh!

What.a.voice!

I was dumbstruck hearing his angelic voice sing.
The connection he has with his mother must be really deep.

Wow.
This is love!

He still celebrates her though she’s late.

I took a slight glance at Mr Adam and he held a facial expression just staring at the grave.

I wonder what he’s thinking right now.