THE INVINCIBLE TOP G

Chapter 6

Nora, despite her own disappointment, intervened firmly. "Enough, Aliyah. Fredrick is right. Let us try to be patient a little longer," she said, her voice heavy with resignation as she settled onto a nearby seat.

Meanwhile, Gabriel was escorted into Mr. Moore's office by the secretary, who left soon after. As he stepped into the lavishly appointed office, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the hearty chuckle of Butler Moore.

"Welcome, Master," Butler Moore greeted warmly, bowing respectfully. "I hope the secretary didn't keep you waiting too long."

"No, she was quite welcoming," Gabriel replied, his tone polite yet reserved.

"Please, take a seat," Butler Moore invited, gesturing to the luxurious chair behind the desk. However, Gabriel hesitated, glancing at the two seats arranged before the desk. "Don't treat me with such formality. It's embarrassing," he muttered, choosing one of the seats instead.

With a sense of urgency, Gabriel urged Butler Moore to proceed with the business at hand. Butler Moore wasted no time, retrieving an exceptional file from his desk and extracting a contract document from within.

"This is the contract inheritance document. You need to sign it," Butler Moore explained, offering a pen to Gabriel.

Without hesitation, Gabriel swiftly signed the document, his mind consumed with thoughts of the urgent need for the money.

"I need the money..." Gabriel began, his tone reflecting his desperation.

Moore swiftly handed him a portable leather bag, filled with the requested funds. "It's good to have you back, Master Gabriel," Moore remarked, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Gabriel merely nodded, his mind already focused on the hospital and the pressing matter awaiting him there. With a curt farewell, he left the office and made his way to the hospital, the weight of the leather bag a tangible reminder of the lengths he would go to for his daughter's well-being.

As Gabriel hurried into the hospital, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and confusion, he found Camella waiting for him in their daughter's ward. A fleeting smile crossed her lips upon seeing him, but it quickly faded as Gabriel's gaze settled on Mark, standing beside her.

"Gabriel, you're here," Camella greeted, her voice tinged with relief. "Mark came and cleared the hospital debt for us."

"What?” Gabriel's eyes narrowed at Mark's presence, a surge of resentment stirring within him. With a silent exhale, he turned back to Camella, frustration evident in his expression.

“Why would he do that?" He demanded with an edgy tone.

Camella was taken aback by Gabriel's indifferent demeanor and couldn't help but chide him. "You should show appreciation when someone does something extraordinary for you. Stop being so dismissive."

"Camella, I already arranged the money," Gabriel insisted, his voice tinged with irritation.

Camella furrowed her brow, skeptical of Gabriel's claim. "Are you for real?"

Before Gabriel could respond, Mark interjected with a mocking tone. "Looks like your efforts were unnecessary, Gabriel. I guess we don't need your 'arranged money' after all. And let us drop the act, Gabriel. We all know you haven't arranged a penny."

Gabriel's jaw clenched as he fought to keep his temper in check. His clenched jaw betrayed the turmoil raging within him. 

“Just get off your high horse and show your gratitude." Mark patted his arm in a demeaning manner, smirking. “Doing that won't hurt your ego much, I guess." 

Despite his efforts to maintain composure, the sting of humiliation gnawed at his pride. Unable to stand Mark's presence any longer, Gabriel seized the bag of money and hurled it towards Mark. "Damn you, Mark," he spat, his voice laced with anger, before swiftly escorting him out of the ward as he grabbed him.