The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

CHAPTER 12

Aidan's POV

I know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drive into my father's mansion. 

The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminds me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.

That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see. The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain.

I am here because I want to get the award and I want to see my mother. I get out of the car and move towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answer none of the greetings as I walk in.

The living room is empty and I wonder where everyone is. My eyes scan the entire place until it falls on a girl coming from a room.

"Good morning, sir", she sees me and bows in greeting.

"Where is father?" I ask her.

"He is in his study upstairs", she answers me. I look up, wondering if he has a visitor or not. I know him to be someone who hosts his visitors in his living room upstairs or his study.

"What about mother?" I demand from her.

"She is in her room", she replies.

Mother's room is downstairs and father stopped hosting his guest in the living room downstairs because of her. 

When I was still young, I used to think my father was doing that on purpose because he was ashamed of mother's condition and that made me hate him more. 

I am grown up now but I still share the same belief as my young age. My hatred for dad hasn't reduced over the years. The only thing that brings us together is my mother and the help he gives me in the business world.

Mother is always in her room, so I am not surprised when the girl informed me of her location. I nudge my head and walk briskly to the room. 

Mother has her room, washroom, and kitchen to herself, the only thing she doesn't have is a living room where she can host guests. Ever since her accident, she had stopped receiving guests and she had stopped going out completely.

When I get to the door, a wave of nostalgia hit me. I open the door gently and I see two of her maids inside with her. 

Mother is in her wheelchair by the window side, reading a book while one of the girls is tending to her feet. The other lady is making her bed and they all look up when they notice my presence.

Mother is a tidy person and despite her condition, she still loves everything to be clean and tidy. I have not for once met her room in a mess before.