Jasmine's POV

I tidied up my mother's room for her arrival. She would be home in two days. The surgery was successful but they needed to keep her for further observation. I couldn't wait for her to be back into the house. We missed her so much.

"So, have you gotten in touch with Bradley yet to thank him?" my sister asked. She was assisting me with the cleaning.

"No. I've even tried his Facebook page but I can't contact him. And it appears he changed his number."

"Hmm, I just don't understand it. He paid for Mom's transplant while he vanished into thin air? That just doesn't sound like Bradley to me. He's too boastful to do something so private."

"You have a point, but if Bradley didn't do it, then who? He was the only one I told about mom's condition. He was the only one who knows the amount of money to pay for it," I recalled, mopping the floor in the bedroom.

"Yeah, you're right. I am just surprise by his behavior. He was so determined to get you back, and I thought you would of given him a chance after that deed. But he just upped and left," she said, tucking the bed sheets under the mattress.

"You know what? I'm only grateful that he did what he did. Mom is coming home on Friday and that's all that matters to me right now."

"Me as well."

We cleaned up and sat down in the living room watching television, eating popcorn and having a girly chat. It had been ages since we'd talked like sisters; mom's condition caused a gap between us. Every discussion we'd had always ended in tears or us shouting at each other and pulling away from the solid bond we ought to have had.

"Jassy, what's the relationship with you and your boss now?" she asked suddenly, changing the topic from fashion to my relationship with my employer.

I almost choked on the non-alcoholic sparkling beverage. "Zen! There's no relationship with me and my boss. Why would you even ask that?"

"I'm wondering something."

"And what's that?"

"What if he sweeps you off your feet? Takes you to the life of a billionaire's wife and baby mother, wouldn't that be everything?"

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