Chapter 156 - One Hundred And Fifty-six: You Know About My Father (1/2)

Maya's point of view.

My eyelids fluttered open and closed, opened once more, and took in the drowsy environment. Images were a blurry sight until I squeezed my eyes and tried looking again, where was I?

The machines attached to me hinted I was in the hospital but when a certain face hovered over me, my heart skipped a beat.

I jerked upright without warning but the sudden movement caused a sharp twinge to shoot from my stomach to my chest, I groaned in pain.

It was so painful that tears spurted from my eyes, I had no choice but to bite down on my lips and endure the torture as it faded away slowly.

”What do you think you're doing, do you want to end your life that badly?” She scolded me while laying me back on the bed gently - that was very weird.

”What the hell happened?” I ignored her chidings, going straight to my question.

”You don't remember?” Angela asked in surprise.

I shook my head, feeling the band-aid on my temple with my hand. I couldn't remember anything, my memory was scrabbled.

”There was an incident, you're badly Injured ” she disclosed to me.

My face scrunched,” I still can walk, right?”

I've watched enough movies to know that when scenes like this happen, the female lead ends up paralyzed. The doctor tells her she might never be able to walk and then months later, she begins to even leap.

Kim's mother gave me the look,

”What do you think?”

There was a deadpanned look on her features but I didn't trust her one bit and checked for myself by slightly lifting my leg.

Phew, what a relief. Being unable to walk was a nightmare - least to me. Done with my confirmation, my gaze settled on Kim's mother.

”So why are you here? Of all people, why are you the face I woke up to?” I gave Angela questionable looks. It was super awkward, the way she tended to me like this.

”Why? I shouldn't be here?” She asked with a straight face but I could sense the tightness in her voice.

”Who knows? Perhaps you're here to confirm I was dead so you could live on with your life finally?”

”It would be such a relief if that happened,” She taunted me, ”But I'm here, so your grandmother doesn't hassle me ”

I chuckled, ”Does your wonderful daughter Kimberly know you're nursing me to good health? If I could move around with ease it'd be so comforting.”

” What do you mean?”

”What I mean is that I don't need someone putting something into my drink out of jealousy,” I said, hinting her daughter might harm me now I was disabled thinking I wanted to snatch her mother's attention from her.

”Kim would never do such a thing” she refuted my claim firmly.

I tried to laugh but the side of my stomach hurt so much leaving me with no choice but to settle for a smirk.

”Then you don't know what your daughter is capable of doing at all ”

She was annoyed,” I know my daughter like the back of my hand and she would never think of murdering anyone because it is not in her blood!”

”I'm your daughter too! ” I blurted.

I regret saying that out loud, but the words flowed out of my mouth before I could take it back.

Averting my eyes, I looked everywhere but her, and thankfully the doctor coming in cleared the awkward tension hanging in the air.

”How do you feel?” He asked and flashed a small flashlight into my eyes that made me blink and squint repeatedly.

”I feel good -”

”She has lapses in her memory” Angela divulged to the doctor causing me to roll my eyes towards heaven - after the doctor had withdrawn his torchlight.

Angela was confusing me, I couldn't tell if she was genuinely concerned about my health or just playing the role of a concerned mother so people wouldn't talk.

Well, she was probably on with her pretense. Someone who wanted to abort me when in the stomach and didn't care about me growing up, why would she care about me now? The truth hurts but it is better than being fed with false hope.

”She suffered a concussion so the loss of memory is common. The effects are subtle and temporary but can last for days, weeks, or months and even years depending on how traumatic the injury was to the brain.

”As her mother, you should be alert, during this period because your daughter might experience problems with balance, concentration, coordination, and memory-as you complained”

I wanted badly to roll on my belly and laugh so hard till tears came off but I couldn't - ugh, this was so frustrating.

But the doctor's words were funny,

”As a mother? Daughter?” Hahaha - ouch, my stomach.

”Sure, doctor” She nodded,” I'll be sure to take note of that. Thanks for your time, doctor ”

Angela even smiled at him and the doctor left.