Master of Lust

Chapter 210: Introducing in-laws?

Chapter - 210

Lifting her gaze, the old lady found herself in an entirely unexpected setting, her eyes widening as they darted around, absorbing the unfamiliar surroundings.

The clinical sterility of the halls was a stark contrast to the rich, decorated spaces she was accustomed to. With each step, her curiosity deepened, her mind swirling with questions about this sudden shift in their environment.

With a furrowed brow and a commanding tone, the old lady turned to Rick, her curiosity demanding answers. "Rick, where exactly have you brought us? What is happening here?" Her voice cut through the tension with a steady resolve, seeking clarity amidst the uncertainty.

But Rick, ever the master of intrigue, remained unruffled by her inquiry. With a nonchalant yet confident gesture, he pushed the door open wide, as if unveiling the next chapter of an unfolding drama. Casting a mysterious smile back at the old lady, he offered a cryptic explanation, "We are here to meet someone very special."

But the moment he entered the ward, his eyes fell on a familiar face which he didn’t expect there.

In front of him was his father and Olivia standing together in the hospital corridor, his heart skipped a beat, a mix of surprise and confusion clouding his features. It was the last place he had expected to encounter his father, making the moment all the more jarring.

His father, equally taken aback by the sight of Rick, couldn’t hide the surprise that flashed across his face. His eyebrows shot up, a clear sign of his discomfort.

Memories of catching Rick and Olivia in a compromising situation flooded his mind, replaying with vivid clarity like a relentless advertisement he couldn’t skip. The image had haunted him, creating an awkward rift that was hard to navigate.

The memory had been a tough pill to swallow, complicating his interactions with Olivia. The complexity of his feelings was compounded by his longstanding friendship with Olivia. Their history stretched back decades, long before Rick was even a twinkle in his eye.

This connection made the current situation even more complicated, intertwining feelings of betrayal with the bonds of old friendship.

Though Olivia had offered her apologies, yet the image remained, stubbornly etched in his brain.

Despite the turmoil, the reason for his presence could not be clearer—Emily, Olivia’s daughter, was in the hospital, and she was the priority. His long-standing friendship with Olivia, coupled with the current situation, demanded his support, regardless of the personal discomfort.

The air between them was thick with an awkward tension, making every second stretch on painfully. Rick broke the silence first, his voice tinged with surprise, "What are you doing here?"

His father, caught off guard by the directness, responded with a measured calmness that barely masked the complexity of his emotions, "What if I ask the same?" he countered quietly, maintaining eye contact with his son.

Seeing his father look at him with those accusing eyes, Rick was quick to explain, "Hahaha... Grandma, you are such an absolute joy. Of course, we are just friends. I mean, friends can be close, right? Doesn’t always have to be a big drama," he retorted, his words a tightrope walk between defiance and diplomacy.

The silence that followed was palpable, the room’s atmosphere thick with unsaid thoughts and unasked questions. Rick’s father, the lines on his face deepening with each passing second, was the one to break the ice.

"And why exactly," he began, each word laced with a father’s concern and a friend’s frustration, "Is Mrs. BloodThrone here?"

Rick wanted to answer, but the Old Matriarch wasn’t done making all the trouble for Rick. So she quickly jumped in to answer.

"It’s quite simple," she explained, her voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of nonchalance. "I am here because of my granddaughter, of course. And, well, Rick as well?"

"Your Grand-daughter? What does that suppose to mean," Rick’s father had his heart racing when he heard the rich, old lady speak. Did his rascal son got her granddaughter knocked up?

"What else? Your son..." The Old Matriarch spoke but stopped mid-way, and took a big pause, her words only increasing the anxiety of Rick’s father, "He has been such a... resourceful friend for my grand-daughter and our family. Haven’t you, dear?"

"Hushh..." Rick sighed as his grin returned, this time edged with a hint of mischief. "Resourceful, that’s me. Always happy to lend a hand, or an ear, or whatever else might be needed," he said, his words light.

"And before you ask any more questions, the old grand-mother is here to have a look at Emily," Rick continued, before anyone could interrupt him again, "And possibly cure her as well."

"She can?" Both Olivia and Rick’s father cried out together.

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"I will?" On the other hand, the old matriarch was surprised as well. She didn’t she was in the room for that.

"Oh, don’t play modest. Didn’t you say that you can..." Rick smiled looking at the old lady and then leaned forward to whisper in her ears, "Now don’t be a liability, old lady."

"Prove your worth,"

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