Forever with the Billionaire

Hillary POV

He has no patience, I thought as I watched Loukas interact with Mr. Atin, and based on the way he spoke, no one would give their company out because he sounded authoritarian, which was irritating. When it appeared that things were getting heated, I cut them off and asked Mr. Atin to think about it while wheeling Loukas towards the door. He was boiling with rage, and I knew he’d let it all out once we got home, but he had no idea it was all to change Mr. Atin’s mind about him. It worked out because he called us back.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Wait, I’ll take the offer,” Mr. Atin agreed, and I smiled, knowing that my plan had worked perfectly. I understood how things worked with patients who had anger issues because I had treated many of them, but Loukas believed money could buy everything.

Mr Atin was in pain and there was no one to help him, and I could see right through him as he put on a false front, trying so hard to show that he could be strong even though he was in pain.

“Turn me around,” Loukas said, and I did. “Are you in agreement?” Loukas inquired of Mr. Atin, who nodded in response.

“But I’ll only be speaking to her,” he explained.

” What? ” Loukas inquired, chuckling. “She doesn’t understand business as well as I do, and…”

“The lady or we don’t have a deal,” Mr. Atin cut in, pointing to me. “I’ll talk to her about what I want,” Mr. Atin said again.

Loukas cleared his throat as I wheeled him over to Me Atin and sat in the chair beside Mr. Atin’s bed. “What exactly do you want?” Loukas inquired, but instead of responding, Mr. Atin turned to face me. As he began his story, he rubbed his wrinkled face and sighed.

“Because my son did not grow up without a mother, I spoiled him because I wanted him to be happy, but I didn’t realize I was only spoiling him, which is unfortunate because” Mr. Atin took a breather and rubbed his bald head. “When I found out I was sick, I kept it a secret from him and gave him what he had always wanted. Because I know I don’t have much time, I gave him control of the company “He forced a smile, but I knew he was hurting on the inside because I could see right through him.

He kept pretending to be strong when he wasn’t. He was just a father who wanted his son to survive in this crazy world, but his son turned out to be a tyrant who destroyed everything his father had worked for.

What a crazy kid!

“I’m in the final stages of cancer,” he announced. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the word cancer because I remembered how my father had battled cancer before his death, and now the same thing was about to happen again, but this time it was a different person.

Why do people have their lives cut short? Why aren’t they able to live the years they desired? I reflected as I listened to Mr. Atin lament.

“Mr. Atin,” Loukas cut him off, and I turned to face him, hoping he wouldn’t say anything that would enrage Mr. Atin and ruin everything for us. “There are rumors about you having a curable disease, but you said you have late-stage cancer; how does that relate?” He inquired.

I sighed, relieved that he hadn’t said anything else. I turned to face Mr. Atin, patiently awaiting his response. It took a while for him to say anything, and when he did, it was met with tears. “Because I didn’t want my son to feel guilty and blamed him for what happened to me,” Mr Atin sniffled.

I stood up and sat beside him on the bed, unable to watch him suffer alone. I gently rubbed his back, something I didn’t get to do with my father before he died. I’d spend time with my father if I could take us back in time. “It’ll be fine,” I reassured him.

Mr. Atin kept crying for a few minutes, and instead of stopping him, Loukas and I let him cry his heart out because he needed to. He’d pretended to be cheerful when he wasn’t. ” thanks…” Mr. Atin wiped his tears away and took my hand in his. I didn’t care if his hands were wet from his tears; all I cared about was that he was okay. “You know, I wish I had a daughter,” he chuckled.

“I could be your daughter for a while,” I said to him and he stared at me like I was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. “I also lost my father to cancer and I didn’t enjoy the joy of having a father, ” I bite my lower lips as I tried hard not to cry in front of him.

How could I even cry in front of a man in pain?

“Your son,” I paused and looked Loukas in the eyes. “He’ll surely regret not being around you, and I hope he doesn’t end up like me because I miss my father more and more with each passing day” I sniffled and blinked a few years away.

“It’s okay to cry, little one,” he said, patting my hand. ” I just hope my son grows up to be far superior to me.”

” He still has time to change if he wants to,” I told Me Atin, and he nodded.

“What do you want before selling your company to me?” Loukas abruptly inquired. He had been patiently waiting, and I could tell he was running out of patience. Loukas was the type of person who enjoys it when his plans come together quickly.

“You’re lucky to have this lovely lady as your future bride,” Mr. Atin replied instead. “She is a wonderful person, and may I inquire as to how you two met?” He inquired.

“On a hospital roof,” I exclaimed.

“Inside the elevator,” Loukas responded, and both answers came out at the same time. Loukas rolled his eyes and glared at me. “I told you not to say anything,” he said.

What was his issue? I was simply telling the truth because I don’t recall meeting him in an elevator. Why on earth did he have to lie?

Mr. Atin sighed as he looked from me to Loukas. “Young couples,” he laughed, patting my still-in-his hand. “You two are one-of-a-kind,” he laughed.

I was curious as to why he was laughing, so I decided to join him and made hand gestures to Loukas to join in the laughter as well, but he just stared at me as if I had grown two heads. “Did you two meet in an elevator or on a rooftop?” Mr. Atin inquired once more after the laughter subsided.

” We met inside the elevator first, and it took us to the rooftop,” I quickly lied before Loukas said anything else.

He didn’t want Mr. Atin to know that he had attempted suicide, and I respected his decision.

“That’s cool,” Mr. Atin said. “I remember my wife and how we met,” he laughed, recalling his past. “She was a stubborn woman, and I believe my son inherited her stubbornness,” he chuckled and looked down. ” Mr. Whitemore,” he said as he turned to face Loukas. “I only have one wish, and that is for my son not to go to jail,” he said.

“That would be difficult given that he defrauded so many people,” Loukas replied bluntly. He could have said something different, but Loukas was always Loukas.

A haughty man with a big personality.

Mr. Atin let go of my hand and leaped out of bed. He collapsed beside Loukas and knelt in front of him. When I realized what he had just done, I gasped. Loukas simply stared at him, his usual stoic expression intact. He just stared at Me Atin, pleading for his son. “Please, I need you to assist my son,” he pleaded. “That is my sole wish. You can accept the buyout at any price you want, but I want my son to be nurtured until he is strong enough.”

” How old is your son?” Loukas simply inquired.

” He is 23 years old. ”

It’s no surprise he was immature. He was too young to make his own decisions, and even though he was an adult, he sounded like a spoiled brat to his father.

“How do you want me to handle him?”

Loukas inquired of Mr. Atin, who remained on his knees patiently awaiting a response or agreement from Loukas.

“I need you to be his protector until he…”

“Mr. Atin, that would be difficult. Your son is old enough to make his own decisions!”

” You think I’m not aware of that!” Mr. Atin yelled, and he soon began coughing. I rushed to his side and assisted him in climbing into his bed.

“I believe you should rest,” I advised.

“Thank you. Mr Whitemore, “As he continued pleading with Loukas, tears welled up in his eyes “Please assist my son and keep him out of jail. He is a moron, but he works hard and..” Mr. Atin burst into tears once more. I looked into Loukas’ hazel eyes even though he wasn’t looking at me, patiently waiting for his answers.

“Loukas,” I called his name, but he didn’t respond or say anything for a few seconds. He finally said something, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I’ll agree to this, but only if you keep my identity anonymous,” Loukas said.

Mr. Atin responded with a nod.

“Thank you,” Mr. Atin said, wiping his tears away and reaching out his hand to Loukas. “Do we have an agreement?”

Loukas paused for a moment until I cleared my throat and he turned to face me. I gave him a friendly smile and pointed to Mr. Atin’s outstretched hand. He muttered something and reached for Mr. Atin’s hand. “We have a deal, Mr. Atin,” Loukas said, clapping his hands.

Mr. Atin smiled at me as he turned to face me. “Thank you,” he said to Loukas, turning to face me. “Thank you very much, my dear new daughter.”

I said nothing and just stared at him.

“How much time do you have left?” Loukas questioned bringing up the depressing subject of Mr Atin’s disease once more.

“Just a month,” Mr. Atin replied, sighing deeply. “I can happily die a happy man now that I know my son is safe,” he forced himself to smile.

“You need to tell your son because I regret not being by my father’s side when he died,” I told him as I assisted him in repositioning himself on his bed. “That was the biggest blunder of my life.”

Mr. Atin responded with a nod and remained silent. I rose from my seat and approached Loukas. “I think he needs to sleep,” I said, and Loukas nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be back with the contract in two days, until then… “