A trillionaire in the University

"I'll be fine, John," Mama Pat's voice broke through the serene hospital ward, now filled with the sterile scent of antiseptics.

John sat by her side, not even knowing what to say or how to react. The mere thought of Mama Pat not feeling well was already weighing him down. 

He didn't know what he'd do if something bad should happen to Mama Pat, the woman who had helped shapen his life and had made him the man he was at that moment.

John Moxley was a 29 years old young man who was exiled from his family due to his reckless and prodigal lifestyle. 

As a privileged young man who was born into the most powerful family in the world, John felt there was no need to work hard, instead he lived a life of extravagance, spending money like he had a garden where money grew on trees.

When John's grandfather saw the way John was living his life, he feared what might become of the Moxley's legacy if eventually he dies, considering now that John's parents whom he believed would take over after his death, were already dead, leaving him to face the harsh reality that the one who would take over after his death, was none other than John himself.

In a bid to instill into him a sense of responsibility, grandfather Moxley had to banish him from the family for five years. He wanted John to learn that certain privileges were meant to be cherished not abused and being born into Moxley's family was one of such privileges.

It was during the time when he was exiled, that Mama Pat took him in. Mama Pat was a woman with a large heart who looked after abandoned children and those who had no parents.

She became more like a godmother to him and John had grown to love her so much that he couldn't bare the sight of seeing her suffer from the disease which now held her down.

John took her hand, feeling her fragile form, "Godmother, I may have to beg my grandfather to revoke my exile," he said, his gaze fixed on her tired eyes. "I need money to take care of you."

Mama Pat managed to muster a weak smile, "No, you mustn't," she insisted. "You're not at fault here. Your grandfather must come to his senses on his own. I won't have you begging for my sake."

As they were still talking, a group of young orphans, children whom Mama Pat had just newly begun to take care of before she fell sick, timidly entered the room.