THE INVINCIBLE TOP G

Chapter 2

Thoughts of the Wellington family flooded Gabriel's mind, causing a sour expression to contort his face. He swiftly dismissed the notion of seeking their aid.

The Wellingtons reign among the nation's top influential families and procuring three thousand dollars from them would be a walk in the park for Gabriel. But he refused to stoop to such measures.

Due to his father's involvement in his mother's demise, Gabriel had cut all ties with his family and chosen to live solitary for the past seven years. He had not laid eyes on them since.

As a result of his crippling business collapse and his daughter's frail health, he was forced to turn to relatives and friends for loans, only to be met with disdain from his in-laws. Even his wife, Camella, gradually lost faith in him amidst their financial struggles.

While plagued with worry and contemplation, a woman approached him. Her figure was stunning and her face alluring, captivating any man's soul. Her luscious ebony hair cascaded behind her as she rushed towards him, her alluring hips swaying captivatingly. It was Camella. Despite the anxiety etched on her features, she still radiated beauty.

"Gabriel!" Her voice jolted him from his thoughts as she reached him. His gaze shifted to Mark, causing a slight crease to form between his brows.

Mark, the Sales Director at Baigh Group, was a devious individual who harbored a secret affection for Camella. Always lurking around her like a plague. 

"How is Jessie? Is our daughter well?" Camella inquired, peeking into the room through the window blind.

"She's sleeping," Gabriel mumbled, before reluctantly disclosing, "But I am compelled to pay you the medical expenses within two days, or she will no longer receive treatment."

Mark lowered his head, sporting a deceitful grin at the turn of events, before raising his head with a carefully crafted facade of concern.

Camella turned to him and said, "I informed you of my daughter's poor health. Now you are aware that I am not deceiving you, Mark." She attempted to disguise her discontent beneath her words.

Mark raised his hand in a gesture of comfort and placed it on her arm. "I believed you. I merely wanted to check on her with you because I care, you know?"

Camella shifted slightly, causing him to remove his hand.

"What are the medical costs you have incurred, Gabriel?" Mark inquired.

"It amounts to three thousand dollars..."

"Is that all? It is not a significant amount," Mark dismissively asserted with pride. "I will lend you the money."

Gabriel's face lightened up a little, but Camella, sensing the underlying motives behind Mark's seemingly generous offer, hesitantly declined.

"Um, Mark, I don't think you have to do that."

As if reading his wife's thoughts through her subtle change in expression, Gabriel straightened his posture and supported Camella.

"Camella is correct."

"You both are incapable of raising such a sum, so I suggest you put aside your pride and..."

"Excuse you. I ask that you leave now," Gabriel ordered, bluntly. Camella gazed at him, attempting to prevent him from being rude, but she remained silent.

"Very well, then," Mark smirked and departed.

Camella looked at Gabriel. "You sent him away, what do we do now?"

Gabriel gazed back at her, at a loss for words, as she let out a sigh before walking into the room.

 As Mark was walking down the hallway, he paused and cast a glance at Gabriel who had just entered the room after Camella. He needed to have the upper hand to be able to win Camella over. So, he decided to play his hand and approached the nurse he had spoken to earlier.

"Hey, I need you to pressure Gabriel into paying his daughter's medical expenses as soon as possible, or else he and his daughter must leave the hospital."

Upon seeing the large sum of money he offered her to perform such an easy task, the nurse accepted the bribe and agreed to his request.

 While having a light conversation with Camella, the nurse arrived.

"Gabriel, I must inform you that if you do not settle the medical costs within the next 24 hours, you will have to leave the hospital.”

Gabriel and Camella exchanged a startled glance as the nurse delivered the unsettling news. "We were given 3 days though...?" Gabriel questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"It's been reduced now. You need to oblige or leave," the nurse retorted firmly before briskly exiting the room, leaving an air of tension in her wake.

Camella's frustration boiled over as she gestured helplessly. "This is not good. Look, there's no other way now. You need to ask my family for financial help again."

Gabriel hesitated, his pride warring with the desperate situation they found themselves in. "Camella, I..." he began, but she cut him off, her tone sharp.

"That is the only way," she insisted, her voice strained but resolute. "If you want to prove to be useless to our daughter again in this way then I swear that I'm going to do something else."

Feeling the weight of his wife's words bearing down on him, Gabriel swallowed hard and closed his eyes briefly, grappling with his daughter's urgent need for help. With a heavy heart, he made a quick decision and left the room.

As he paced down the hallway, Gabriel's hand trembled as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. With a deep sigh, he dialed a familiar number, each ring echoing the disorder within him.

"Butler Moore," Gabriel muttered.

“Yes, it's me," came the voice on the other end, tinged with surprise and reverence at the caller's identity.

There was a brief silence.

"Master Gabriel?" the old man exclaimed, recognizing Gabriel's voice with a mixture of awe and concern.

"I need your help," Gabriel said, his jaw clenched with resignation.