The Return Of General Tyler

Lick my shoe

Chapter four.

The young master ended the call from the other end. Butler Leo glanced at Tyler, who looked at him like a scapegoat. He then cautiously approached the door and dashed out of the room. Tyler chuckled dryly at butler Leo's cowardice move, before giving his attention back to his wife.

"Get me the doctor," Tyler instructed one of his men.

"Yes, general," the man replied then urgently exited the room.

A few minute later, the man came back with the doctor trailing closely behind him.

"The doctor is here" the man reported.

Tyler faced the doctor immediately. "You said she needs some rest, right?" he asked, and the doctor nodded affirmatively. "Listen attentively to me, I want you to monitor her condition closely and ensure her care. I don't want to hear stories like someone removed her from this hospital, and if I find any additional bruises on her body, beyond the ones she already has, your family and this hospital will bear the consequences," Tyler threatened in a low and deadly tone as he stared in the doctor's eyes.

Fear consumed the doctor as everyone could see his hands trembling slightly. He gulped down his fear, and nodded, reassuring Tyler that he'd do as commanded.

"Darling, I'll be right back," Tyler told Arianna before pecking her on the forehead.

"Alright" she reached for Tyler's hands and held onto them tightly. "I'll be expecting you, please come back soon. I don't want you to disappear again," she told him quietly.

Tyler frowned slightly when he stared in her eyes, he saw so many emotions flashing in there and one emotion stood out...fear. He instantly understood her fear. She fears thought of him leaving and not coming back like he did three years ago.

Wanting to ease her fear, Tyler nodded and smiled reassuringly at her.

"I'm not going to disappear, my love" he squeezed her hands gently. "I have a lot of things to take care of right now, so I'll be back with our daughter,"

Arianna wasn't convinced yet. She kept batting her lashes, an obvious sign of her trying to hold back her tears.

"Trust me, my love, I'll be back with our daughter in no time"

"Promise?"

"I promise"

He leaned forward and planted another peck on her forehead.

"Okay" Arianna finally allowed him to leave.

Tyler inhaled deeply. He got up, shoved his hands in his pants' pocket and exited the room, with some of his men rushing after him.

"General!" One of his men called out.

"Any news?" Tyler asked.

"General Watson asked me to inform you that he and five other generals are planning your retirement. What do you think about that?" Nicholas, his closest soldier, asked.

"It wasn't a bad idea, but I can't afford to attend a party for now. They should postpone it until everything's sorted out," Tyler said.

"Alright, General, I'll inform him about that."

"I am going back to the house to check on my daughter. I need you to track the location of my father. I need it in the next thirty minutes," he said.

"I'll do just that," Nicholas replied, bowed his head respectfully and set to work.

*****

Mr. Stile walked into a bar, he looked around cautiously before checking his phone for the address to confirm if he was in the right place, then quietly sat in a corner.

He kept his gaze fixed on the door, and after a few minutes, a distinguished-looking man entered. The man exuded an air of authority as he walked directly to Mr. Stile's table and sat down opposite him.

"Good day, Mr. Albert," Mr. Stile greeted with a nod, and the man (Mr. Albert) simply nodded in return.

Mr. Albert was the Wilson family's youngest son's right hand man, responsible for carrying out all his tasks.

"Why did you summon me?" Mr. Albert asked, his tone cold - a straight to the point tone.

Without wasting time, Mr. Stile reached into his pocket and pulled out a card.

"I'm sorry for calling you here on short notice," he said before pushing the card towards Mr. Albert. "There's ten thousand dollars in the envelope. I've gathered all my savings. Please help me save my daughter-in-law and granddaughter. You're the only one who can assist me. Please, I don't have anyone else to turn to. I beg of you, please," Mr. Stile pleaded.

Mr. Albert looked amusingly at Mr. Stile with his left eyebrow raised, and soon burst into laughter as though he's heard a funny joke.

"Why do you think I'm the only one who can help you? Why do you believe I will assist you? Just because of the little notes you put in there?" he asked, pointing at the card.

"I know it's not much, but that's all I can afford. Please help me," Mr. Stile replied.

"You haven't answered my question. Why do you think I will help you? Why do you believe I will go against my master?" he asked with a proud smirk.

"I know you wouldn't betray your master, but you're the closest person to the young master and he listens to you, please help me approach him. My daughter-in-law isn't a suitable candidate for the cornea," Mr. Stile pleased, holding back tears.

There was a moment of silence as Mr. Albert stared at the card, as if contemplating whether to accept it or not. After much consideration, he took the card and shoved it in his pocket.

"What if I collect the card and didn't do what you want me to do?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism as he eyed Mr. Stile warily.

"I can't do anything other than to keep begging you," Mr. Stile replied, his desperation evident in his response.

"You should be pleased. Your daughter-in-law is fortunate to be able to donate her cornea to the master. I anticipated your happiness. Do you not realize who the young master is? Do you believe the penny you gave me would make us give up on your daughter-in-law? She is our sole match, and we cannot afford to lose her. Hand your daughter-in-law over quickly. You should not be sitting here." Mr Stile quickly fall on his knees before grabbing Mr Albert leg.

"Please, you have to help me. You're the only one who can assist me. It can't be my daughter-in-law. Please help me talk to the Wilson family to find another donor. I beg of you." Mr. Albert kicked Mr. Stile with his leg, and he fell flat on the floor. Mr. Albert burst into laughter.

"Don't be a problematic father-in-law. Go and bring your daughter-in-law before it's too late," Mr. Albert said, his voice laced with authority.

"This is just so unfair. My daughter-in-law doesn't deserve this. Please reconsider," Mr. Stile pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation and sorrow.

"Do you think everything in life is fair? Nothing in life is fair; you have to accept that. Leave this place before I take further action," Mr. Albert stated.

"Please!" Mr. Stile pleaded as tears flowed down his face.

"I'll assist you," Mr. Albert offered before Mr. Stile quickly wiped away his tears with his palm.

"Thank you very much, sir. Thank you for reconsidering me," Mr. Stile expressed his gratitude.

"On one condition..."

"I'll do anything, absolutely anything," Mr. Stile chimed in.

"I'll help you, only if you lick my shoe with your tongue," he stated.

"You mean I should clean your shoe with my tongue?" Mr. Stile asked.

"You can't do it?" Mr. Albert inquired.

"I can do it. I'll do it now," Mr. Stile replied. Just as he was about to lick the shoe, Tyler walked in, his face flushed with anger as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Stop!" Tyler yelled, causing Mr. Stile to raise his head and look at the unexpected visitor with surprise.

"Tyler!" Mr. Stile called out in shock.