Maid for the Mafia Boss

“How many bags of blood does the kid need?” Asked the guy William brought in. He’s currently with the nurse, filling two bags of blood for Brylle. I followed him here and this is what I found.

“Six bags.” This made me look at the nurse with disbelief.

“I thought you said you just needed four?” I asked, bewildered at what she said.

“My apologies, but we figured that the kid needs more blood than we expected.” My eyes widened at the thought that the guy will be filling 3 more bags of blood . I suddenly felt blue and even more guilty.

“There’s already one bag, right? If I’m not mistaken, it’s currently being filled up.” The nurse nodded in approvance.

“Then get the three more bags from me.” I shifted my eyes at Zeke while the nurse and I looked at him with disbelief. He already gave two bags and now he’s telling us to get three more from him? Isn’t he worried that he’ll suffer blood loss, as well?!

“But sir, then you’ll be the one in harm. That’s too much blood already.” Zeke rolled his eyes at the nurse who’s practically flirting with him.

“I don’t care.” Then he looks at me.

“You don’t have to worry on finding more blood for him. Just get everything from me.” I shook my head at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t need to do that. Then you’ll be the one to suffer blood loss and faint.” The man sighed which furrowed my eyebrows even more.

“I can manage, I’m a strong man.” He smirked, looking directly to my eyes. I raised a brow at him as we stared at each other for a while. The nurse just looked at me as if she was waiting for my permission.

“You have to find ways, Nassandra. After all, you’re the reason why Brylle is here and I’m the only one who can save him.” My mouth gaped upon hearing his arrogant words. I closed my eyes, absorbing the words he just said. Wait, I’m reason why Brylle is hear? Wow, now that’s a huge slap on my face.

I sarcastically smiled at Mr. Arrogant before shifting my gaze to the nurse.

“Just do whatever he wants.” I stated before leaving the man’s sight. That guy is so full of himself! Who is he to tell me that I’m the reason for all this?!

I continued to walk with rage. I don’t know where my feet is taking me until I was flabbergasted to be standing by the hospital’s fire exit. I opened it and walked down the stairs.

I sighed as I remembered what the guy just said from earlier.

“You’re the reason why Brylle is here.”

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.

“Argghhh!” I slumped my body by the wall until I find myself sitting on the ground.

I can’t help but let the tears escape from my eye with the fact that everything that’s happened is all my fault.

What if something unfortunate happens to Brylle and I’m the reason for it? I love him and I don’t know what I’d do if he’s gone. I don’t want to loose a family member… because of me.

I just continued to let it all out here in the fire exit until I find the courage to be calm again. I must’ve been here for an hour now. It’s a good thing nobody crosses here.

As I pulled myself together, I wiped my face drenched with tears and decided to go visit Brylle.

I walked around the wards of the hospital and went to the children’s stall.

As I got in the ward, there was no one there. I checked the door number in case I went in the wrong room but I’m sure this was the right one. I roamed my eyes around but no one was in sight.

I’m starting to panic again but I managed to calm myself down.

“Nurse, there’s a confined kid here earlier. Where is he?” I asked the male nurse by the desk.

“Oh, ma’am, he’s being transferred to a private ward in the fourth floor.” Huh?

“Excuse me? Brylle Del Luna?” The nurse nodded.

“Why? Who transferred him to the private ward?” I asked, emphasizing the private word. No matter how much I wanted to bring him to a private room, I couldn’t do so because I know I couldn’t afford its expenses. This is a private hospital, for Pete’s sake.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But I have a form from the person who transferred him there. He said he’ll pay for everything.” The nurse gave me a piece of paper, probably the form he’s talking about. I immediately looked for the name who filled up.

Mr. Zeke Nicolas Alexandre.

I clenched my fist upon reading his name.

“Ma’am, can you not crumple the paper?” I turned to the nurse and glared at him which got him stunned. That’s where I realized what I just did as I noticed the crumpled paper in my hand.

“Oh, heheheh.” I placed the paper on the desk and attempted to straighten it back.

“Sorry,” I smiled sheepishly.

“That’s alright, the room of Brylle Del Luna is room 408.” I nodded at the nurse and immediately walked towards an elevator and pressed the fourth floor button.

Standing in front of room 408, I looked at the board beside it.

Brylle Del Luna

4 years old

Dr. Elliott Mendoza

I took a deep breath before entering the room. The cold air from the inside greeted me as there’s actually an airconditioner in here.

I looked to my side where I saw Brylle laying down on his bed. He has not yet waken up.

“Nassandra,” As I heard the familiar voice, I saw Tiya standing by a sofa here in the room. I sighed as I closed the door.

“Tiya, why did you just let them transfer Brylle?” I went near the child and held his cheek. I also noticed something is pricked on him to transfer blood.

“Oh, William’s boss is so nice. He was the one who ordered to transfer Brylle in here. He said he’ll handle the bills.” She replied, not answering my question. I looked at Auntie who’s actually happy at what Mr. Arrogant did. I rolled my eyes secretly.

“But Tiya, isn’t it too much indulgence? What will he ever ask in return?” She thought for a second.

“He didn’t say anything about that, Nassandra. He’ll handle everything, he swears.”

“Who on earth would spend a lot of money for a child who isn’t even his and even gave all of his blood?” I raised my voice in irritance to the guy.

“Nassandra! Don’t be so harsh. He helped you enough, don’t you dare neglect that. Can we just say he’s a good samaritan?” I gave Tiya a worried expression.

“Why did he have to be a good samaritan to just us?” I threw back at her.

“How would say that we’re the only people he’s helping? Who knows he actually helped thousands.” I shook my head at Auntie’s remark.

“I’ll ask them to transfer Brylle back. I’m going to be the one to pay his expenses and hospital bills.” She stood up and went closer to me.

“And where are you going to find money? You don’t even have a job.” I suddenly stopped at what she said.

“I’ll find a way.”

“Nassandra—-”

“I know that you need to go back to work Tiya.” I asked, hoping that she would let our conversation slide. She sighed.

“I’ll get some clothes at home. Text me the essentials you need, I’ll bring them here. I just nodded in response and waited for her to leave the room.

I covered my face as I put my head down on Brylle’s bed.

“Mama,” I heard a soft voice call which made me look at Brylle’s direction. He’s awake!

“Brylle,” I carefully cuddled him, trying hard not to mess the apparatuses connected to his fragile body

“I’m sorry, I didn’t take proper care of you.” I cried while hugging him to which he weakly returned.

“Don’t cry, mama.” His words made me cry even more.

Does he deserve someone like me?

The love of a mother, whether foster or not is unbreakable.