Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

I sprinted past the glass doors of the hospital with my heart slamming violently against my ribs. I halted my movement when I saw some medical personnel gathered around dad’s hospital ward.

I gulped in trepidation as I took tentative steps toward them. My hands trembled with intense anxiety as I walked.

I roamed my eyes across the heads of lab coats to find the oncologist. I didn’t search for too long before our gazes met, and her eyes widened before she motioned to me to come over to her.

“Doctor, where is my dad and how is he feeling now?” I spurted out as soon as I reached her, ignoring the numerous stares that trailed after me.

“Calm down, Miss Ophelia. He is in his room and currently, we are doing our best to resuscitate him. Be rest assured that he’ll be fine,” She responded reassuringly with a smile as she interlaced our hands together to calm me.

I panted heavily as I stared at the closed white door to my dad’s room. Part of me desperately wanted to believe the doctor while the other part of me seriously doubted her words.

I could only feign a smile as she released our hands, and I went to rest against the walls of the hallway while staring directly at the ward’s door.

I wanted to be there for him every step of the way. I was all he had and vice versa.

“You can come to sit in my office for a while. You look stressed and slightly pale,” The oncologist offered, to which I darted her a weak smile and shook my head in declination.

“Thanks for your offer but I’m fine with staying here like this,” I replied which made her stare pitifully at me before she nodded, squeezed my shoulder, and walked away with a male colleague.

I tore my gaze away from her as I slid down the wall with the emergency alarm still wildly beeping from dad’s room. I fought the urge to burst into tears there and then I quietly sniffled.

I could only hope for the best.

A nurse walked out of dad’s room at that moment, and instantly, I shuffled to her, “What’s going on now? Has he been stabilized?” I asked but she gave me no response, and just bowed before she walked away.

I exhaled sharply as I went back to stand against the wall.

Then, my phone rang and jolted me out of my melancholic thoughts. I wiped off the beads of tears that were starting to form below my eyes as I fished out the device from my bag.

I glanced at the caller id and I felt slightly relieved as I picked up the call. It was Ava.

I had called her before I left Ryan’s mansion to inform her about dad’s declining health.

“Ava,” I muttered, placing the phone against my ear.

“Babe, are you alright? How is he doing now? Does he need further treatment?” She asked.

“I’m here, I guess. I don’t even know how he is faring at the moment, they keep giving me muffled answers. And I don’t think he needs further treatment, at least, the doctor hasn’t said anything like that,” I rambled as I palmed my forehead, and gently massaged it.

“Don’t worry, babe. Everything will be fine. Just calm down and breathe, okay?”

“Okay, I will try,”

“If I could, I’d leave class and head over to the hospital to be right by your side but I have to write this test for us. We can’t afford to fail this class, can we?” Ava huffed.

I chuckled, despite my misery, “No, we can’t,”

I heard shuffling from the other end, and I deduced the class had already commenced, “I don’t want to keep you waiting, focus on the class and our tests, okay? I love you and I know you can help us pass,”

“Okay, I love you too. I’ll call you in an hour,”

“Alright, then. Bye,” I muttered with a smile before I retrieved my phone and hung up.

Melancholia took over my features again as I glanced down at my wristwatch. It had been thirty minutes since I got to the hospital, and so far, no favorable answer was forthcoming.

I was about to trek to the oncologist’s office to pour out my fears to her when the siren got louder, and various doctors and nurses started swarming into dad’s room with solemn expressions.

I yanked myself from the wall as I resolved to force myself into the room to see what was going on with my dad.

“You can’t go in, Miss. Please try to understand,” The petite nurse who was standing guard at the door told me when I attempted to walk in.

“Please just tell me what exactly is going on with my dad. I’ve been standing here for the past thirty minutes and nobody is telling me anything, it’s not fair,” I pleaded with her.

She was about to say something to me when dad’s oncologist suddenly appeared behind her, “I’ll take it from here, you can go back to your station,”

The nurse nodded and left. Soon, it was just me and the oncologist standing in front of the room.

She took my hands in hers and sighed deeply before she gazed at me.

What has gone wrong? I thought as I stared at her solemn mien.

“Does he need another round of treatments?” I asked.

She shook her head, and I sighed in relief.

“So, what happened? Can I see him now?” I questioned once more.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

She clasped my hands tighter and shook her head which made me frown. Something felt off.

I didn’t want to imagine any drastic idea, so I just settled on staring at her.

“Miss Ophelia, you are a good kid, a great daughter. You are so diligent and hardworking. I want you to know that you tried your best. You did everything you could, but the universe decided his fate,” She started, and I was gradually starting to realize what happened.

My breath hitched as my lips parted in fright.

No, it couldn’t be. That wasn’t it.

I couldn’t get a coherent sentence out of my mouth, so I just settled on opening my mouth, and slamming it shut again.

“What are you trying to say?” I whispered.

She inhaled deeply once again before she dropped the bomb, “Mister Alvarez has passed away,”

The effect of her utterance on me was instant. I saw my whole crash down right in front of me as my breathing became ragged. It felt like someone had pried out half of my heart from my chest.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek as I sucked in air through my teeth while trying to form a logical sentence.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I tightened my grip on her hand.

“Calm down, Miss Ophelia, y-”

“You told me he was doing fine some minutes ago, so how did this happen?” I yelled as I violently shook her with tears trickling down my cheeks.

She gazed at me with fear rooted in her eyes, “W-we d-”

I became deranged with fury as I angrily cut her short, “Tell me. Fucking answer me, doctor, tell me this is a sick joke. My dad is not dead, I don’t know what you’re on. I won’t accept this bullshit an-” I felt something sting the back of my neck, and instantly, my sight became clouded with dizziness.

I released my hold on the doctor as my limbs became flaccid like limp noodles.

The last thing I heard before my vision darkened, and I slipped into unconsciousness was the oncologist yelling my name.