A LOSER, TODAY. A BILLONAIRE, TOMORROW

SEVEN

Isaac's pain had reduced drastically and he can now stand and do other things on his own. The pain that left him was only physical pain and not the one that keep eating deep in his heart.

That for sure, he knows isn't curable and with time, Isaac told himself he will learn to adapt to it soon —after all, his whole life lies in nothing else but pain with out any good memory to survive on.

Isaac badly wanted to see his mother but was too ashamed too, not when he had failed her. To him, he would be so shameless to show his face before her, even though she's currently lying unconscious.

He cajoled himself that she might not want him around, no parent is ever proud of a loser as child, most especially a male child. He told himself his mother might be feeling the same way too.

Isaac sighed heavily as his stomach churned in hungry, growling loudly. He hasn't even had a proper meal since the past two days or more and his throat was dried too.

He left the hospital, hoping to find an eatery near or even where he could get those cheap street food that would be more better and even pocket friendly for him.

He had barely walked outside the hospital's gate when he received a call, his phone snoozing in his pants pocket. The thought of ignoring the call ran through his mind —because at the moment, the only thing that seems to vital to him was filling his stomach.

To him, maybe by then, he would be able to reason and think straight. He had come in conclusion that the reason behind his clouded and fuzzy mind, hindering him from thinking straight was due to him not having a proper meal.

His body had became too weak and any of the organs attached to it find it difficult to function properly.

The snoozing interrupted his thoughts again. ‘What if it's yet another important call again?’ His subconscious hit him and Isaac recalled how he had ignored the doctor's call too.

Even with the thought running through his mind, he still did not want to answer the call —strangely, he was cowered in an unknown fear.

‘What if this is another heart wrenching call, just like the doctor's?’ This made cold chill run down his spine. He was scared of receiving such thing as news again.

He previously admitted himself as a loser who is bound to no good news but still, he dread of any misfortune that will add to the one he's going through.

On the third or maybe forth ring, he summoned enough courage to pick the call, facing his fear —as he tagged it as.

"Who is this...?" He said in to the phone, muttering, his voice seems too low than usual.

"I was thinking you won't want to pick the call." The voice came out, almost piercing his ear drum —such a loud yet soft voice.

He recognized that voice —no, he knows whose voice it was just like the lines on his palms.

‘Evelyn Anderson...!’ the name rang loudly like a bass drum in his head.

Isaac wasn't sure of what reaction he should express whether to be happy or even shiver in fear for receiving such call from a prestigious person.

The caller was not just any type of prestigious person, she's among the top three richest and she was his ex boss too. How does he digest such call?

"Boss...?" He stuttered, unsure of his own voice. He heard a soft chuckle followed his words. Isaac was confused, he did not understand why she had laughed.

What was so funny to have made her laugh, is it because he sounded really nervous? He was hurt as he face palmed himself, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"I was thinking you won't recognized my voice any longer, Zik..." He heard her said, still chuckling. "But I guess I was wrong this time. You haven't changed still, you are still the same as the old Isaac I once know."

Isaac mentally rolled his eyes at her choice of words, his ears burn with impatience. He had no such time to joke around or laugh at any thing, nothing seems funny to him again.

Why was he supposed to laugh especially with some one with no problem and nothing to worry about, she already had every thing under her control.

Why would he laugh when he have nothing and is still yet to achieve any thing?

"May I know the reason why you decide to give me a call out of the blues?" He asked in a rough voice, the impatience he felt was clearly visible in his voice.

"Always running out of patience as ever, I was right when I said you are still the same as your old self." She trailed off, her voice was flat and emotionless.

Isaac hissed but not too loudly or annoyingly, he felt he need not to be formal with her —she was his ex boss, not his present.

"Sorry but I have too many thoughts running through my mind and I have no choice to lazy around with calls like this." He said to her in response as a matter of fact.

"Oh, I see..." She mouthed, her soft voice drawling. "For you to utter such words; I guess you are very much okay, or are you not?"

Isaac was taken aback by her words, he did not expect such question from her of all people. By the way, what does she mean by he is very much okay? Wait, does that mean she is aware of his predicament?

"No way..." He blurted out all of a sudden, finding it hard to believe his thought. There is no way she is aware of it, right?

"I know what you are thinking and I suppose your thinking is right, Zik." He heard her say, surprising him even more.

How much more did she know about him...?