Love and Lust Hamartia Trilogy Book 2

Writers pov

She was a nineteen years old lady, who believe that whatever a baby want, a baby must work for it. But her belief was shaken when her mother fell sick, and a million dollars is needed for a kidney transplant.

Poor Mirabel had to run helter-skelter to save the only living family she have, after losing her father in the war when she was just five.

A friend in need is a friend indeed, all her friends and neighbors have little or nothing to offer, but who can blame them?

They all live from hand to mouth, in truth, a bird of a kind, flock together!

Raising a million dollars is practically impossible for a locality where a family of four live below one dollar per day.

Oregon City is indeed a rich state, with human and natural resources. Unfortunately, the city is only developing but not growing, as the rich keep getting richer and the poor poorer.

A few hours earlier, Mirabel was seen in a white-painted office that seemed to belong to a physician, because of the gadgets seen.

Dressed in a blue frolic gown that enhanced her beauty, she was seen sweating, despite the breeze from the air conditioners stationed at every strategic place.

Mirable pov

"Am sorry Mirabel, but there is nothing we can do without a million dollars." The resident doctor that was in charge of my mother's case let out.

"Where on earth am I supposed to see such amount?" I screamed back in tears.

"Your mother's two kidneys are rotten, and they need to be operated on, then replaced with at least one functioning one."

"Her kidney? Oh my goodness. Why Oh God why?"

"You are lucky there are two kidneys available for sell, and I can only delay till nightfall."

"For a million dollars?"

"That's for the deposit, you may need to pay more at due time. Remember, we will be bringing specialists from different states around the world."

"Please save my mother, I beg you." I cried out, held the doctor's flowing white gown, and looked pleadingly at his sympathetic face, as my tears flowed down my cheeks and soon got soaked in the collar of my frolic blue gown.

"There is little I can do to save your mother, and her condition is becoming more critical every minute. Please rally around and raise the money today."

"Please can you start treating her while I run around?"

"We can only sustain her on oxygen and do all we can to make her stay alive till nightfall, but I'm not guaranteeing her living after tonight."

I quickly clean my tears with the back of my palms and walked out of the white-painted office.

Outside the hospital, I flagged down a taxi, hopped inside, and buried my face in my hand as I was driven to my residence.

Tall and beautiful houses were seen on both sides of the road as I peeked out of the taxi, and I mumbled to myself. "I will own a house here, one day."

While the rich populated the upside of Oregon city, the poor were seen on the lower side, and the difference between the two areas is not only in location but in almost everything that differentiates a rich man from a poor man.