The Billionaires Angel In Disguise

“I’m coming to you, baby. Please don’t give up and let’s get through this together. I love you.” He husked.

  His hands squeezed the steering, increasing the speed limit of the Maybach with a cellphone trapped between his ear and shoulder.

He heard her groan in agony. This time the doctor spoke, “She’s finding it harder to push by each second without your presence, and we’re running out of time, Mr. Walton.”

 He breathed, “Do everything possible to save my wife, please doctor, I’m almost there.” Tears shimmered in his eyes as she howled in pain again while he hung up.

His vision blurred as he overtook a truck, not knowing it was a U-turn junction and, like in a trance, he collided with the truck’s giant tires.

The last thing he remembered was dizziness while his car somersaulted.

“Master Walton?” His eyes flew open, migraine shooting up his skull, he sighted Kent’s vague image leaning over him.

“Kent? Where am I?” He sprang up in alarm.

“My Master is awake, Doctor!” Kent exclaimed and turned to him.

"You were in an accident, Master, don’t you remember?” A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes as he jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket.

“Where are you going to, Master? You’re still a patient.” He shot a murderous glare at Kent.

“Get me my damn clothes, Kent. My wife is still in the hospital, she needs me!”

Kent trembled with a lowered gaze which made him suspicious.

"Have you turned deaf?!"

"Missus is d…e…ee

He gripped Kent’s collar in impatience.

"Spill it, damn it!"

“Missus is dead,” Kent confessed.

He slowly released him, staggering backward with a dead expression.

The world seemed to twirl around him, firing stray bullets into his whole body as he saw just one color.

Red, the sign of death.

His world was painted with a deep red color since his soul died along with hers, and he became a walking corpse throughout her funeral.

He neither spoke to anyone nor gave anyone a chance to speak to him, leaving all the funeral arrangements to his valet, Kent.

But he occasionally gave small smiles to the only light she left behind, which was their newborn baby.

The sole reason why he was still breathing. Kent sorted out his son’s welfare by introducing a young, fragile girl to him.

He doubted if she even had the bones for the job but hoped for Kent’s assurance and interviewed her.