Chapter 3
HAZEL
Austin snatched the medical report from my hand and read through it.
“You…you really are a match.”He murmured.
I stared at Sophia who seemed to be at a loss for words.
Obviously, getting my heart was a tempting offer for her.
To her, that would completely eliminate me from Austin’s life.
“I can give you my heart on one condition.”
Austin walked closer to me.
“Let’s go somewhere to talk about this. Sophia cannot be tensed up.”
“She needs to hear my condition, she’s the one getting my heart or is she still perhaps counting on you?”I laughed and stared at Sophia.
“He couldn’t find anyone, sweetie. You should know that getting a heart donor is very hard. The few he’s got didn’t pass the test. And you must know that he had tried everything to get you a donor but nothing is working.”I taunted.
Austin gasped.”Have you been following me?!”
“You brought her to the best hospital in the country which I own, what were you expecting?”
I stared at Sophia who was starting to tear up.
“Sophia, I will willingly give you my heart if you leave Austin alone, that should be easy, right? Afterall, you did it before.”
I do not know which cooked-up story she told Austin about what happened three years ago.
But from what I know, Austin’s family offered her a lot of money and she left him without a second thought.
She must have exhausted all the money and having nothing to treat herself, she ran back to him.
It was so sad that he couldn’t see her true colors.
“Hazel, you’re pushing it.”Austin growled.
“If you want her to live, you two will do as I want. I want you two to be apart for three months. For that three months, you cannot text or call each other. After that three months, you can be with him, or even get married to him, it wouldn’t matter to me anymore.l
I could see that they were both stunned by my words.
They must be wondering why I wanted something as absurd as that.
Well, they’d need time to process this so I turned and headed for the door.
“Are you being serious?” Austin’s voice sounded behind me.
I turned to face him.”Yes. We’d get divorced in three months as long as you do everything I want. I’ll also give you my family’s business as a gift.”
I wasn’t joking.
In three months, my life would end.
Even if we don’t get divorced before I die, he’d still have a dead wife and so, he could marry Sophia.
In that three months, I wanted to feel loved and cared for.
Even if I hated him for treating me like this.
But I had no time to hate anyone. I was going to die.
So I wanted to enjoy my last days instead.
As for my family’s business, Austin was a very good businessman. He managed his family’s business, the Ford Group very well.
So I was sure he could keep my family’s business alive and all my employees would still have a place to make a living.
I returned home and had a bath.
I rarely went to the office because I had a very capable assistant.
That evening, Austin came home.
I was surprised to see him back to early. He usually came back in the middle of the night or the next morning.
I knew why he was home early but I didn’t bring it up.
Neither did he.
I sat on the dresser, combing my hair.
I could see in the mirror that he was staring at me.
“Would you like to comb my hair for me?” I asked, calmly.
“Why should I?”
“Because it’s been a while you did it and I always like when you comb my hair.”
He stared at me for a moment, stood and walked up to me.
“What are you planning, Hazel? I don’t understand your words and actions.”He began as he combed my hair.
I didn’t reply, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentleness of his touch.
I knew he didn’t want me but I wanted to delude myself for this three months and imagine that he did.
He tossed the comb aside and said, loudly.
“Stop playing mind games and answer me!”
I stood and turned to face him.”Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m going to save her life?”
“You and I know that you’ve never liked her, so why would you give up your life for her?”
“Because I want you to be happy. You obviously want to be with her and I’m letting you. I just need three months, three more months to have you all to myself, is that too much to ask?”
“Why do you suddenly need three months? You always said you wanted us to work and now you’re willing to give up after three months? I find that hard to believe. Is something wrong with you? Is there something going on that I should know? What are you hiding from me? Are you okay?”
I bit my lower lip.
Should I tell him?
Would that make him genuinely care for me?
What if he starts jubilating if he finds out that I have a short time to live?
Would I be able to take that?
