Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Mael enjoyed the look of stupefaction gracing Mr Smith’s face. The once jeering man now had his muscles drained and face soured at the cold statement sentenced by the restaurant’s manager. 

Mael savored the scene, eyes tending to Mr Smith as he whirled to face their manager, his expression bearing a quizzical reference.

“Mr Helms. What warranted that statement?” He questioned in the most polite way possible. “I apologize for whatever mistake I might have made or trouble I may have caused, but please- I implore you greatly to take your sentence back.” His palm clasped together, falling to his knees as he appealed the man’s attention. 

Steve who believed the manager dwelled currently in a foul mood, and a bit insecure to his contribution in minor losses of the restaurant deemed the manager pulled out records and was removing the unfits. 

The supervisor was clearly the proof, he swirled towards Mael. Gripping on his arms, aiming to pull him away from the scene strutting the view of Mr Smith begging on the ground for the manager to reconsider his statement. 

“What is it?” Mael who countered his moves inquired with his brows stringing apart in confusion. 

“Mr Helms is probably in a bad mood, he literally fired Mr Smith for no damn reason. What’s to say he won’t see us and come for us, it’s better we get out of here before he does.” He briefed, evidence in his features how terrified he was. 

Mael cracked a smile, placing a palm over his shoulder and patting him into relaxation. “You should calm down, he won’t do anything to us.” He assured, and at that time was the manager walking past a rolling Mr Smith on the floor apologizing for whatever he’s not sure he’s done, he came to Mael. 

“I apologize for his rude comments and raffish attitudes towards you.” The man bowed, politely speaking to Mael. 

“It’s okay, but can we be paid our salary for this month. He has been holding onto it deliberately for days now.” Mael told him, uttering in both his favor and his friend; Steve- then referencing the weeping man on the floor. 

“I will have it wired as soon as I step back into my office, Sir. I’m apologize once again for his crass behavior towards you, his tasteless actions against you. The way he treated you, I’m sorry. Please accept my apology.” He kept his head bowed, as if speaking to a superior far higher than his level. 

Steve gaped with confusion, why would Mr Helms be trying Mael with such respect. It was weird and suspicious. 

“It’s alright. I will be on my way now.” Mael responded, turning to his friend as he gestured for both of their departure. 

Both strolled on the quiet street of SimmerLane. Steve trying to shove the previous scene down his memory lane. 

“So where are you going now, home? And what is with this luggages?” He questioned, regarding the bags Mael had crossed on his shoulders. He also has one hanging down his own shoulder to help Mael with it. 

“Well, me and Blair are divorced and I’m not welcomed their anymore.” He causally answered, nonchalant about the fact that he was separated with his three years wife. 

Steve’s next words never caught his hearing as his eyes fell on a kid running with his tiny legs to cross to the other side, and a fast speeding car coming towards the little boy’s direction. 

“Oh my God!” He gasped, dumping his bags as he jumped into a vast motion. 

Hailing towards the approaching car so it could slow down and desist from taking the child’s life. 

The car zoomed closer, but Mael arrived faster as he grabbed the little kid, tossing him into his arms as he shield him away from the upcoming collision. 

The car pulled to a stop at the verge of hitting them, “What the fuck?! What rubbish is this?” A familiar voice yelled out from the car, belonging to a woman as the car door creaked open. 

Mael turned to face the car, wondering where she knew the voice from. It was then he noticed the car swerving left and away from him and the little child, scratching into the pedestrian placement at the side of the road. 

“What a stupid child, and who the fuck leaves a blind child to roam the street on a busy day. Whose orphan is this?” She kept yelling out as she stepped out of the car completely.

Mael stared at her becoming aware of her identity instantly, it was Bella, Blair’s younger sister and his ex sister in law. 

She looked back at him, recognizing his identity also as Mael. 

“Look what you did to my car!” She announced with her index pointing at the scratches on her car, her expression becoming aggressive. 

“Do you have to meddle, I would have ducked the kid successfully if your ill luck self didn’t sweep himself in to be the hero. You’re going to fix my car, and I don’t care if you’re going to have to sell your kidney, your damaged brain, anywhere in the part of your useless body, all I know you must fix my car.” She deadpanned in her angry voice, assessing Mael with a look of fury. 

“You almost killed a child, apologize to the little boy right now and we can talk about me later.” Mael demanded, totally unrelated to what she was brawling about. 

“Even if he had died, I honestly wouldn’t give two fucks. Because he’s not blind to see a car coming and to stay back and wait before crossing. Literally won’t be my fault.” She responded, clear in her tone how apathetic she was about it. 

Mael leveled her a glare, his eyes darkening as he sized her up with a threatening gaze. Utterly disgusted by her response, how could she say that about a human life. 

Bella noticed the look, equally threatened as she felt shallow all of a sudden under his gaze. He seemed like he might hurt, hell he might be thinking about how. 

“Enough with your bad lucks.” She phrased, diving back into her car as she reversed her car and drove out of the scenery. 

Mael placed the little kid down and off his arms, “Where is your mom or dad?” He asked the little kid, also confused on why they’d leave a young child of about seven years old alone to roam the street. 

“There. Thank you sir.” The kid pointed at a house, showing gratitude before running away. 

“Aww, his voice literally reminded me of my child. They sounded so alike.” Steve’s voice jolted from behind Mael, he has came up to him, putting down the luggages left in his care when Mael dived off to play hero. 

“Oh, where is he?” Mael retorted, pulling back to his feet and turning to face Steve. 

“He is terribly sick, battling with sickle cell anemia and barely holding on to his life. To afford him a life or quality treatment, I’d need millions and I can’t afford that. Which is why I’m looking for another job so I can make sure he lives.” He explained to him, the look of sorrow etching his face. 

Mael gazed into his eyes, pity surrounding his expression. “What if I can give you the money to take care of him?” He asked, stilling a suspense into the moment.