“Firstly, you find your way into becoming my grandfather’s doctor and now, you’ve found your way to my sister. What do you want?” Dmitry asked, still standing. He doesn’t like strangers getting close to his family.
It was his duty to carefully select doctors to attend to any of his sick family members but somehow, this Natasha woman had suddenly been appearing in the picture.
“Pavel invited me here.”
“Pavel had been working in my company for more than five years. I may not know much about him but he lives a close life. How do you suddenly become close to him? That he trusted you enough to bring you to my sister.”
“He’s only trying to help,” Natasha answered. She also remain calm and collected but barely maintaining eye contact with him.
“If he’s trying to help. He’ll inform me or my assistant before making such move.” Dmitry says. “I haven’t given much thought about you but seeing the recent developments, I think you are up to something.”
Dmitry then went to sit on the kingly sized chair and crossed his legs, observing Natasha intently, “I take it you want be Mrs. Pushkin so bad?” His question was rhetorical. “For that reason, I won’t divorce Ruby.”
Natasha also sat. Then she spoke reservedly, afterall, he doesn’t know she was one of the employees of his company, “If you want me to stay away from your sister, all you have to do is say it.”
“Stay away from my family. My grandfather included.” Dmitry says. “Your father is already a threat to you. I don’t want to make your life more miserable than it already is.”
Natasha felt sour in her heart at his words. For he is so merciless and brutal with his words yet, his hotness and handsomeness continues to bore into her heart. She was angry! Not at Dmitry but at herself. Why will she continue to to think of a man as hot when he’s here, expressing his disgust towards her.
“Your grandfather needs me. His condition is severe. As for your sister, I won’t bother to appear before her again.”
“Do you not listen to the words I just speak, woman?” His voice went a little louder. It now carried more power than it already did and although he remain seated, he was already looking like a scary fiery demon. “You want my father’s protection. This is one of the reasons why you find your way into his arm.”
Dmitry stood, “listen woman. Your traditional method of healing may be good. But without you, my grandfather will still survive. The best doctors in the world are at my call and beckon.”
“Please, leave this house and never appear before any of my family again.”
Natasha stood, “if your grandfather’s condition gets worse in the future, I won’t answer even if you call me a million times. Same goes to your sister.”
“When my grandfather ask of you, I’ll tell him you are no more in the city. Now scram!”
“One more thing,” Natasha said and although Dmitry didn’t respond with a word, she continued, “The blame is on me. Please re-employ Pavel. Like you assumed, I made him bring me plus he should have informed you before bringing a third party here. Punish me all you want but please spare Pavel.”
“Your time here is over. Please walk away. Otherwise, I’ll be impolite to you.”
Embarrassedly, Natasha walked out.
Mr. Pushkin’s condition grew worse a couple of days later, for he had not been able to use Natasha’s medication and that was because Natasha is no where to be found.
Laying weakly on the sick bed, the old man said to his grandson, “please find me the miracle doctor. I don’t care where she is, as long as she’s under the sun, find her and bring her to me. I do not want to die yet.”
“Sir, The two best doctors from Russia are here. Please let them treat you today.”
“You have brought best doctors from different country over and over again to me but none has been able to effect any change. Please Dmitry, do as I’ve requested.” The man pleaded, grunting in pain.
Still, Dmitry wasn’t ready to change his mind. He want to force his father to forget about Natasha and let the doctors he’s providing treat him. Truth is, he does have a little fate in traditional medicine but he still believes that what modern science can not fix definitely do not have a cure.
Personally, he believed his grandfather’s illness do not have a cure but it can at least be managed.
“I’ll have my men find her. But for now, let this doctor stabilize your condition. You are in lots of pain.”
Only then did the old man agreed.
Dmitry then walked out while the Russian doctors walked in.
Around 10PM of the following day, Dmitry was about leaving the company when Yuri received a call from Kenji.
“Sir, Kenji reported that grandfather may be dieing. His breath is now very shallow.”
Dmitry immediately got inside the car with Yuri. A distance that was supposed to be covered in eighteen minutes took them ten minutes to cover. For Dmitry had commanded the driver to drive as fast as he could.
Once the car came to a halt, Dmitry and Yuri stepped down and ran inside at once. When they got inside, they saw big fat Kenji crying . The two Russian doctors also stood by a side, gloves in their hands, they had a very sad and hopeless expression.
Dmitry walked to his father slowly. His dead heart pounding again, then he checked his father’s breathing and realized the man was no longer breathing. His memories flashed through to the past. How loving and caring his grandfather had been to him. The sacrifices he had made for him.
Did he just kill his grandfather? Is it his grandfather’s time to die or had he chased away the only person that could help save his grandfather’s life.
Dmitry felt his heart tore apart. He didn’t know his grandfather’s death will hurt him this much.
“He still have a little bit of pulse left in him but in a few hours, he’ll be totally dead.” One of the doctors said hopelessly.
Dmitry reconfirmed his father’s breathing and realized he was actually still breathing but one can barely notice for he was taking in so little a oxygen and breathing out an extremely little carbondioxide.
“Call that miracle doctor now. I want her here now!” He commanded Yuri.
Yuri immediately placed a call across to Natasha.
Natasha was at that moment breastfeeding her babies. She was sitting on a three seater couch and had her babies on her lap, each sucking her breast gently while she adored how handsome and beautiful the babies were.
Seeing her phone ring, she casually picked it up and answer. Wondering who would have called in this late hour. For it was twenty minutes after 11PM already.
“Hey, this is Yuri, the personal assistant of Mr. Dmitry, the CEO of Woza group of companies.”
“Hi,” Natasha answered, wondering why she was being called at this late hour.
“We need you at the Pushkin’s Villa right away. Mr. Dmitry’s grandfather is at the verge of death.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Natasha’s voice lacks urgency and willingness to help. “But Mr. Dmitry had commanded me never to appear before any of his family anymore.”
“The commands no longer hold. Come right away.”
“I’m not coming,” Natasha answered.
Yuri looked at Dmitry, not knowing how to pass Natasha’s information to her.
Seeing Yuri’s expression, Dmitry asked, “what’s her response?”
“She’s not coming.” Yuri answered, the phone was still by his ear.
Dmitry collected the phone from Yuri’s ear and said, “You are my grandfather’s only option right now. Come and see what you can do, he’s dieing.”
“I’m not coming,” Natasha answered.
Dmitry hung the call and said to Yuri, “Immediately track her location, we are heading there.”
Dmitry and Yuri were soon inside the car that was driving so fast to Natasha’s location. When they were at the location, both men stepped down. “This is the same location we returned the babies to.”
“That’s right, sir.” Yuri responded as they approached the door of the first floor of the three story building.
Natasha had just laid her kids to bed when she heard the sound of the doorbell. Who would be ringing her doorbell at this time of the night? Could it be… She immediately went to the mirror to see how she was dressed. Seeing how messy her hair was, she immediately went to comb the front part and wore her hair in sleek updo.
She then went ahead to change from her night gown to a jean trouser that brought out her curves and a not too tight silly blowse.
Soon, she was at her door, “who is that?” She asked.
“Kindly open the door, this is Yuri.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s too late,” Natasha responded. Although she really wanted to help but she needs to place value on her skill so that Dmitry can value it.
“Please. This is a matter of life and death. Just open this door,” Yuri said in frustration.
Natasha however remained silent, “where’s Dmitry?”
Yuri was about to respond when Dmitry beat him to it, “do you want me to apologize before you come to attend to my grandfather?”
Still, Natasha remained quiet. The silence went on for another ten seconds then Natasha opened the door. Dmitry immediately grabbed her by the left arm, “why are you being tough?”
Truth was, apart from his little sister, he hadn’t touched any woman in a while for he hates to touch women. This was rather more of an instinctive act and he didn’t even realize it until Natasha winced a little, for he was grabbing her arm so tightly.
Realizing that, he let go of her armsm, “come with me.” His voice was commanding but at the same time, tender.
Natasha knew hesitating further may put Mr. Pushkin’s life in total jeopardy so she got inside the car with them.
Yuri sat beside the driver while Natasha and Dmitry sat the back seat. Dmitry for the first time then looked at her. Other times, he had just always glanced at her, not paying attention to how she looked but this time, he find himself staring at her
Natasha felt her cheek burn and her body remained stiff. For she knew he had his eyes on her. Why does his stare burn her cheek.
Soon, Dmitry looked away and Natasha relaxed. Natasha also glanced back at him, this time, he was looking out through the window. “I was not being tough skinned. I’m only doing as you said, staying away from your family.”
Dmitry however remained quiet, not giving her any response.
“Do you want to tell me why you hate women?” Asked Natasha. Took her lots of courage to ask this but at the end, someone will have to ask.
Dmitry ignored her totally. Natasha asked two more questions but got no response. Not even a reaction. Once the car came to an halt, everyone inside the car stepped out.
As they walked in, Natasha asked him, “why were you staring at me while we were inside the car?”
Yuri didn’t know whether to rebuke Natasha or not. He could only look at his boss’s face maybe he could get a signal of what to do. What they need most now is for Natasha to get Mr. Pushkin back to feet.
Dmitry didn’t answer still. When they were eventually inside the room that an almost dead Mr. Pushkin was, Natasha checked the man’s pulse and realized he’s just a dead man barely breathing.
“Everyone should please leave,” Natasha requested and the doctors couldn’t help but to exchanged glances for they considered Natasha to be a lowly doctor.
“You heard her,” Dmitry says.
The doctors nodded and walked away, not wanting to get on the bad side of the man who paid millions in dollars for them to be here.
Yuri and Kenji also left the room.
Natasha then looked at Dmitry who was still standing.
“Can’t trust you with my grandfather, I’ll stay.” Dmitry wasn’t ready to leave.
Natasha wanted to ask him why he seeked the help of someone he can’t trust but now is not the time, she immediately got to work and began to administer traditional treatment to the old man.