My NEIGHBOR IS A RICH YET ANNOYING PLAYBOY

Kiara POV

I was sitting in my room when there was a knock on the door. Mom came inside; she was fully dressed and had a bag in her hand as if she was going outside. She came and sat beside me on the bed.

" Kiara, I am going outside. Do you want to come with me? I can't wait for you to get ready. We will enjoy it," Mom said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"No, Mom, I don't want to. You can go," I replied coldly, not feeling like going outside to meet her friend.

"Um, okay. I will not force you, baby, but have lunch on time," she replied before leaving the room.

I looked in her direction until she left.

"Great, Mom. I know where you must be going," I said to myself, wiping the tears that were continuously coming from my eyes.

"Be strong, Kiara," the words of my dad echoed in my ears.

[Flashback]

"I can't live with you like that. I need a divorce!" Mom shouted, and Dad replied, "Mimi, what are you saying? Try to understand me."

But it all went in vain. Mom did not want to understand him; she shouted back at him, "You can't force me to live with a loser like you. Leave me!"

"Mom, please don't say that. We both love you. Don't leave us," I pleaded.

"Kiara, don't speak between. It's not your matter!" Mom shouted at me and went to her room.

"Dad, what will happen? Will Mom leave us?" I asked, looking at him. I found him holding his heart tightly, struggling to stand straight.

I ran towards him, held him, and shouted, "Dad, are you okay?" I made him sit on the sofa, fetched a glass of water from the kitchen, and made him drink it. Then I ran towards Mom's room, knocked on the door, and said hurriedly, "Mom, please come. Dad's condition is not good. He is lying on the sofa."

"Okay, come with me," Mom said, and we went to the living room where Dad was lying on the sofa, helpless.

Mom tried to wake up Dad while I called the ambulance. The ambulance arrived, and we made Dad lie on the stretcher. The ambulance driver helped us get him inside, and we reached the hospital. The doctor took him to the ICU. After some time, the doctor came out from the ICU.

I ran towards the doctor and asked with teary eyes, "Doctor, what happened? Is my dad okay?"

"He had a heart attack. His condition is not good; he is unconscious. We are trying our best. The next 12 hours are very important for him. Pray for him," the doctor suggested before going to his room.

I looked at Mom, hoping to see her looking at me with pure shock. I sat on a nearby chair, frustrated, holding my head while tears continuously dropped from my eyes. Mom came towards me and sat on a chair beside me.

"Kiara, don't worry. He will be okay. Don't cry," she said with no emotion, she doesn't seem to be disheartened.

What can I expect from her?

"Mom, why did you hurt him? Look at his condition. It's because of you he had a heart attack. Mom, are you listening to me? He is in danger and you don't seem to care. He might be a loser to you but you should remember that he is your husband and he is my father." Tears rolled down my cheek as I spoke. I was so hurt by Mom's behavior, she acted as if we weren't talking about her husband here.

"Ma'am, this is a hospital. Please don't shout here," the nurse said to me as she passed by. I didn't know I was shouting when I spoke, I already lost control of myself.

I turned my face in another direction while Mom took a cell phone from her bag and went outside the hospital.