However, Dr. Summer was engrossed in his quest to deliver his message that he could not differentiate between a child's and an adult's voice and he responded, "Hello, Mr. Miller. I'm Dr. Summer from the Government Hospital. Can you spare a minute of your time?"
"You are speaking with his son, Dr. Summer," Sean corrected him.
"Oh! Can you kindly give him his phone? I have a message for him."
Instantly, the weight of his father's predicament was much on him and he cried out in agony, "My father is not well and can't take your call."
Dr. Summer felt his pain and changed his mind. Immediately, he inquired, "I see. But is there another adult with you? I would like to speak with the person."
As far as Sean was concerned, he could not vouch for Jane but only himself and answered, "No, doctor. There is no adult with me in the house."
"It is all right. I will be with you shortly."
"I can't remember meeting you, Sir?" He asked despite his plight.
"Oh! I'm Dr. Patrick Summer. From the Government Hospital. See you soon."
"Okay, Doctor."
Meanwhile, his father had slept off before he walked back to the room and he rounded up with the cleaning. He had his breakfast with a heavy heart and could not eat much. Then, he fought back his tears and watched his helpless father lying on the bed.
"What has he done to deserve this suffering?" he asked himself after a deep thought.
At Jane's Room
After fleeing from the kitchen, she returned to her room hungrier than before. Apart from food, she needed coitus, too, and was depressed when none was feasible. She reasoned that Valerie must be on her way back and Brian must be free. Even though she would not get coitus from him, she was certain about food. Instantly, she dialed his number. When it connected, she smiled broadly and waited for him to pick it up. To her distress, the phone rang and timed out.
She stared speechlessly for a while before she murmured, "We had an agreement. Why is he acting up?"
Shortly, she called him again and waited. Just like before, he did not pick up until it timed out.
"This rubbish had to stop," she declared and walked into the bathroom and hurriedly took her bath. She got out of the bathroom, dressed up immediately, and left for his house.
Mr. Miller belonged to the middle class of the society. His house was big enough for his family and domestic staff members. Since his health issues, Magdalene took charge of the business and affairs of the family and it affected the smooth running of the house. She sacked the security man who accompanied Valerie and her mother to the hospital the day she slumped. Apart from that, the driver, Andrea who was fond of Mr. Miller and was taking him to the clinic, was not spared. Within a few months, she had employed and sacked several of them. Now, she could not get any and the gate was left unattended. Meanwhile, she left the house with the only family car.
Nevertheless, with the details on Valerie's mother's hospital form, Dr. Summer, with his team of some Government Health Workers and an ambulance, drove in freely. They were surprised that no one was at the gate and wondered if they were in the right compound.
"We are in the wrong compound, Dr. Summer," his driver pointed out.
He gave him a searching look and opened his door. He got out of the car and one of the health workers, Mr. Ben Greeley, walked to him and stated, "I doubt if there's a sick person in this compound."
"You are right. Otherwise, why would the compound be deserted," another worker who was behind him, added.
"Let me make a call," the doctor informed them and they waited for him. He swiped his phone and dialed Mr. Miller's number.
At Mr. Miller's Room
Sean was unaware that he was weeping profusely while keeping watch over his father. At one point, he tried to change his position but could not.
"Ouch," he whimpered and Sean was attracted.
He got up and tried to help him but his phone rang. He overlooked the call and helped him to lie in his desired position.
"Thank you, Valerie," he thanked him and as usual, Sean was mute.
Afterward, he picked up the phone and headed towards the door. It rang again before he got there and he walked out briskly and picked up the call.
"Hello, Doctor," he greeted him with an unstable voice.
Despite his emotional voice, the doctor was delighted that he picked up and spoke, "Hello, Young man. I am in your compound."
"My compound? I can't see you," he declared and hurried towards the gate.
The anxious doctor answered immediately, "We just crossed the gate."
Now, Sean could see the cars and he exclaimed, "Oh, I have seen you!"
The doctor looked up and saw a sad boy coming from the backyard and walked towards him while Ben tagged along. Though Sean tried to be composed, his heavy heart bled into his demeanor. Dr. Summer was aware that he spoke with an embittered child and could recognize him at once.
"Hello, Young man," he greeted him happily hoping to cheer him up.
Sean looked at the two men and greeted them accordingly, "Good morning, Sirs. Welcome to my house."
"Good morning, Boy," Mr. Greeley responded and gave him a searching look. Likewise, he spotted the handprint on his cheeks
"Kindly take me to your father," Dr. Summer requested.
"All right, Doctor," he accepted, turned, led the way and they followed.
Ben looked at the doctor, and when their eyes met, he shook his head in despondency, and they walked on. They were surprised when he led them to the boys' quarters instead of the main house and announced, "Here we are, Doctor."
Now, his father, who was sleeping, was disturbed by their voices, and he opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Miller," Dr. Summer greeted him warmly.
As Sean expected, he rebuffed him, "Go away. My wife is waiting for me."
As though their presence was repulsive, he looked at Sean and requested, "Valerie, take me to the loo."
The guests were open-mouthed at his degree of illness and watched Sean attend to him silently. He began by lifting him from the bed, and Ben volunteered to assist him, but Mr. Miller refused.
"Don't touch me. Go away," he cried out and gnashed his teeth in pain.
Ben withdrew immediately and watched Sean help him without a comment. He guided him to the loo and they returned afterward. Although he could walk he was as bad as a legless man because he staggered to and from the toilet.
"How can a small boy attend to this man?" Ben wondered.
Then, the doctor tried to introduce himself, "Mr. Miller, I am Dr.…"
"Go away. Valerie asked him to leave," he interrupted him and screamed.However, Dr. Summer was engrossed in his quest to deliver his message that he could not differentiate between a child's and an adult's voice and he responded, "Hello, Mr. Miller. I'm Dr. Summer from the Government Hospital. Can you spare a minute of your time?"
"You are speaking with his son, Dr. Summer," Sean corrected him.
"Oh! Can you kindly give him his phone? I have a message for him."
Instantly, the weight of his father's predicament was much on him and he cried out in agony, "My father is not well and can't take your call."
Dr. Summer felt his pain and changed his mind. Immediately, he inquired, "I see. But is there another adult with you? I would like to speak with the person."
As far as Sean was concerned, he could not vouch for Jane but only himself and answered, "No, doctor. There is no adult with me in the house."
"It is all right. I will be with you shortly."
"I can't remember meeting you, Sir?" He asked despite his plight.
"Oh! I'm Dr. Patrick Summer. From the Government Hospital. See you soon."
"Okay, Doctor."
Meanwhile, his father had slept off before he walked back to the room and he rounded up with the cleaning. He had his breakfast with a heavy heart and could not eat much. Then, he fought back his tears and watched his helpless father lying on the bed.
"What has he done to deserve this suffering?" he asked himself after a deep thought.
At Jane's Room
After fleeing from the kitchen, she returned to her room hungrier than before. Apart from food, she needed coitus, too, and was depressed when none was feasible. She reasoned that Valerie must be on her way back and Brian must be free. Even though she would not get coitus from him, she was certain about food. Instantly, she dialed his number. When it connected, she smiled broadly and waited for him to pick it up. To her distress, the phone rang and timed out.
She stared speechlessly for a while before she murmured, "We had an agreement. Why is he acting up?"
Shortly, she called him again and waited. Just like before, he did not pick up until it timed out.
"This rubbish had to stop," she declared and walked into the bathroom and hurriedly took her bath. She got out of the bathroom, dressed up immediately, and left for his house.
Mr. Miller belonged to the middle class of the society. His house was big enough for his family and domestic staff members. Since his health issues, Magdalene took charge of the business and affairs of the family and it affected the smooth running of the house. She sacked the security man who accompanied Valerie and her mother to the hospital the day she slumped. Apart from that, the driver, Andrea who was fond of Mr. Miller and was taking him to the clinic, was not spared. Within a few months, she had employed and sacked several of them. Now, she could not get any and the gate was left unattended. Meanwhile, she left the house with the only family car.
Nevertheless, with the details on Valerie's mother's hospital form, Dr. Summer, with his team of some Government Health Workers and an ambulance, drove in freely. They were surprised that no one was at the gate and wondered if they were in the right compound.
"We are in the wrong compound, Dr. Summer," his driver pointed out.
He gave him a searching look and opened his door. He got out of the car and one of the health workers, Mr. Ben Greeley, walked to him and stated, "I doubt if there's a sick person in this compound."
"You are right. Otherwise, why would the compound be deserted," another worker who was behind him, added.
"Let me make a call," the doctor informed them and they waited for him. He swiped his phone and dialed Mr. Miller's number.
At Mr. Miller's Room
Sean was unaware that he was weeping profusely while keeping watch over his father. At one point, he tried to change his position but could not.
"Ouch," he whimpered and Sean was attracted.
He got up and tried to help him but his phone rang. He overlooked the call and helped him to lie in his desired position.
"Thank you, Valerie," he thanked him and as usual, Sean was mute.
Afterward, he picked up the phone and headed towards the door. It rang again before he got there and he walked out briskly and picked up the call.
"Hello, Doctor," he greeted him with an unstable voice.
Despite his emotional voice, the doctor was delighted that he picked up and spoke, "Hello, Young man. I am in your compound."
"My compound? I can't see you," he declared and hurried towards the gate.
The anxious doctor answered immediately, "We just crossed the gate."
Now, Sean could see the cars and he exclaimed, "Oh, I have seen you!"
The doctor looked up and saw a sad boy coming from the backyard and walked towards him while Ben tagged along. Though Sean tried to be composed, his heavy heart bled into his demeanor. Dr. Summer was aware that he spoke with an embittered child and could recognize him at once.
"Hello, Young man," he greeted him happily hoping to cheer him up.
Sean looked at the two men and greeted them accordingly, "Good morning, Sirs. Welcome to my house."
"Good morning, Boy," Mr. Greeley responded and gave him a searching look. Likewise, he spotted the handprint on his cheeks
"Kindly take me to your father," Dr. Summer requested.
"All right, Doctor," he accepted, turned, led the way and they followed.
Ben looked at the doctor, and when their eyes met, he shook his head in despondency, and they walked on. They were surprised when he led them to the boys' quarters instead of the main house and announced, "Here we are, Doctor."
Now, his father, who was sleeping, was disturbed by their voices, and he opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Miller," Dr. Summer greeted him warmly.
As Sean expected, he rebuffed him, "Go away. My wife is waiting for me."
As though their presence was repulsive, he looked at Sean and requested, "Valerie, take me to the loo."
The guests were open-mouthed at his degree of illness and watched Sean attend to him silently. He began by lifting him from the bed, and Ben volunteered to assist him, but Mr. Miller refused.
"Don't touch me. Go away," he cried out and gnashed his teeth in pain.
Ben withdrew immediately and watched Sean help him without a comment. He guided him to the loo and they returned afterward. Although he could walk he was as bad as a legless man because he staggered to and from the toilet.
"How can a small boy attend to this man?" Ben wondered.
Then, the doctor tried to introduce himself, "Mr. Miller, I am Dr.…"
"Go away. Valerie asked him to leave," he interrupted him and screamed.