LOVING A CALLOUS BILLIONAIRE DECEIT AND LOVE

Hannah's POV

      "On today's news report, the head of the Davidson family, Robert Davidson, breathed his last. After struggling with brain cancer for six months, the billionaire industrialist has finally kicked the bucket through a heart attack. His daughter, Elizabeth Davidson, disclosed the news to the public in Dan's Care Hospital. According to her, the tragedy happened at 3 a.m. this morning. As we speak, the Davidsons are still finding it difficult to leave the hospital. Robert's death is preceded by a remarkable plummet in the family's stock. Once again, the Davidson stock has fallen by over 25%. This is in sync with the 45% decline it experienced a month ago. According to experts, investors are becoming seemingly uninterested, and the family is running into bankruptcy. Our correspondent is closely following the case, and we will give you more reports later. Stay tuned," the news reporter stated.

      I switched off the television and quickly rushed into my room to get myself a gown. I opened my wardrobe and draped myself in a blue sleeveless gown. The gown had a jacket and so, I complemented it with it.

      I rushed to the garage where I met Philip, my driver. He was draped in a crisp black suit, doing nothing.

      "Philip, I need to get to Dan's Care Hospital right now," I said, breathing heavily. "Like, very fast."

      "Okay, ma. Let me get the keys to the 488," Philip said, rushing inside the mansion.

      "Hurry!" I exclaimed.

      I could only imagine how John was feeling right now. Ever since his father had been sick, he hardly spoke to anyone. Now, he would become mute.

      Elizabeth was really strong in releasing the news to the public. She must have prepared herself emotionally for the moment. I knew for certain that John's mom, Amanda, would be wailing and crying uncontrollably in the hospital.

      When Philip returned with the car keys, he quickly got into the car and opened the door to the passenger's seat. Without hesitation, I hopped into the red Ferrari 488 GTB. Philip started the engine and began our journey out of the estate with hyper speed.

      We reached the hospital in fifteen minutes and just as I predicted, Mrs. Amanda Davidson was weeping profusely in the waiting room. Elizabeth stood by her side, unable to comfort her mother. The guards around let her mourn tearfully as she sat on the ground. Her black jacket had removed from off her shoulders and her black gown was saturated with tears.

      I got close to Mrs. Davidson, but I paused when I saw Elizabeth shaking her hand. This gesture suggested that I should stay back and let the aged woman continue wallowing in her pain.

      I sat close to Elizabeth, who was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a black gown. Her dark chestnut hair had been disheveled. Her eyes looked swollen and her skin looked pale. The once joyful friend I knew was now unrecognizable.

      "I came immediately after I saw the news," I began. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

      "He died at 3 a.m. this morning. He said he only wanted John in his room. Maybe he wanted to tell him something," Elizabeth sniffled. "He fought a good fight. He dealt that dreadful sickness for a long time."

      I saddled Elizabeth in my embrace and said, "You have to be strong, Elizabeth; you just have to."

      "He was the pillar of the family. What will happen now?" Elizabeth cried, softly.

      "It's going to be okay," I said, with a drop of tear slowly cascading down my cheek.

      I couldn't find the perfect words to comfort Elizabeth. I didn't even know who to comfort. Was it the wife that was crying uncontrollably? Or the daughter that looked sick? Or the son I didn't know where he was?

      "Where's John?" I asked.