A week gone,
Old Gilbert’s health was getting worse, Morgan had communicated with all famous and professional doctors in the city, and none could tell what was wrong with him.
He told Olivia to go with Charry to visit him in the hospital, as he wanted to travel out of the city, Frederick told him about a retired doctor in another country, but it was a mission impossible as Frederick said the doctor doesn’t accept people coming to him for help.
Morgan, headstrong, decided to try first.
Although Morgan left early for China, he arrived very late in the night, and slept over at the hotel Nicholas had already booked.
The next day, he traced the old man’s house and went to visit him. As he had expected a retired doctor to live in a mansion and luxurious environment, his expectations were trampled upon, as the old man lived in a small house, not old but simple and classic.
When Morgan used the doorbell, two men dressed in the same tailored suit, opened the door. The dark lens they were on, covered their eyes, but Morgan could already imagine the kind of gaze they threw at him.
“I’m looking for Mr. Kim.” he quickly adde, going straight to the point.
The men exchanged a knowing glance and nodded. They couldn’t go ahead and ask him the questions they were supposed to ask him, his aura was really cool and noble.
“Come with us,” their voices echoed, as the opened the door wider.
Morgan nodded and followed them, to his surprise the interior of the house was really luxurious and classic.
They walked to a particular spot and one of them turned to Morgan, “Wait here, I’ll go get him.”
With that said, he turned and left, leaving Morgan to stand next to the other guard.
After what seemed like a century the old man arrived, he was dressed casually in Chinese Hanfu clothing. The elderly gentleman with his wispy gray hair and worn eyes, exuded quiet wisdom and dignity.
He calmly observed Morgan, while the guard brought him to sit down. Morgan, still standing, his expression unfazed and aloof, hinting at no emotion, bowed slightly, “Good morning, Mr Kim.”
The old man nodded, his gaze still fixed on Morgan, he could already tell he wasn’t from the country, his features and accent was different.
“Why have you come to me? You’re not a country man.”
Morgan nodded, “I came for medical purposes, will you assist me?” Morgan said, his voice deep, yet neutral.
Mr. Kim, frowned slightly, he looked into Morgan’s eyes, as if looking for something, shortly after he shook his head, “No. I can’t assist you.”
Morgan thought about using figures to get his attention, but then, he was an old man and didn’t look like he needed money, so he resorted to another option.
“You really won’t help, even if the patient is about to die?”
“I won’t help, I no longer attend to sick people.” he said briefly, his face lifting up as one of his servants brought his tea and brought tea into his cup.
He stirred it, the smoke and aroma filling the air.
“See this then, as requested from a son who wants his father’s health to get better.” Morgan said, his gaze keen on the old man’s face.
He paused while drinking his tea and got up, “My guards will take out, I no longer attend to sick patients.” He said, with his back facing Morgan and his voice solemn. With that, he left.
Morgan stood there, watching his back as he left. Now, he understood what Frederick was really telling him, but that wouldn’t make him stop or give up, after all he hadn’t traveled all the way to China to just return with nothing.
The guards escorted him out, before they could close the door, he turned to them and said, “Tell him, I’ll wait till his mind is changed, right there.” He said pointing towards an oak tree, with large shades.
They didn’t respond and closed the door, Morgan, just like he said, went and sat on the metallic bench, under the tree.
******
Olivia sat on one of the chairs in the room, Cherry was already asleep on her laps, after crying several times for mother. Old Gilbert was also fast asleep, his breath heavy and unsteady as his features were extremely pale, showing the extent of his sickness.
She didn’t feel any sleepy, her eyes darting around the room, and finally on her stomach, which was already protruding, she rubbed it and smiled. Never did she expect she could feel this joyful, by merely staring at her belly, she sometimes communicates with her child and responds with slight kicks.
At that moment she could only think of the child’s father – Morgan, she knew she was in love with him, though he cares and gives her all his attention, does that really mean he loves her too? With this in mind, Olivia couldn’t dwell on being with Morgan forever.
Not wanting to think deeply about it and trouble her mind, she grabbed her phone and scrambled for Morgan’s number, she dailed it, and it went through as if he had been waiting for it.
“Missing me already?” Morgan teased.
Olivia smiled, “You still have time to joke around.” “How is it going? Did you find him?” she added sharply, her voice slightly worried.
“Yeah, everything is okay. I did find him, a matter of time and I’ll be back.”
“Hmm, alright.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
“Be sure, I’m going to call you, facetime.”
“Morgan that’s not necessary, Cherry and Dad, they’re asleep, we might wake them.” Olivia quickly declined.
“Not like you’re going to shout or say anything, I want to see my wife’s face.”
“Morgan, but..”
“No buts Wifey, take the call.”
Olivia glanced at her screen and saw he really switched to facetime, she sighed and swiped up, immediately his face came into view and she looked away shyly.
“Hello,” Morgan teased, a coil smile patched on the corner of his lips.
Olivia fronwed, when she returned her gaze at the screen, “You’re outside? Aren’t you supposed to be inside?”
“Hmm I’ll be there soon. Your eyes look tired, why? You haven’t slept?”
Olivia shook her head, not uttering a word. Morgan was really handsome at all times, especially when he’s looking at her like that, with worry etched on his face.
“Is it the baby?”
She shook her head again.
“Missing me??”
Olivia smiled, and shook her head.
“Did anyone tell you that you’re bad at lying?”
“I’m not even lying.”
“Is that true? Hmm? Tell me,”