Driving further away from Yvonne's abode, Azaiah caught his chauffeur who was also his friend staring at him through the rear mirror.
"What is the problem?" Azaiah asked and his chauffeur. Miguel looked away before saying "I'm just concerned boss."
Azaiah raised an eye brow "About what?".
Miguel sighed as he turned the wheel of the car right, exiting the estate finally. "The lady. Don't you think she'd find it strange about how you got to the hospital?" He asked.
Azaiah was silent for a while before saying "I know she would but if she asks, I'd make something up".
Miguel inwardly hoped that whatever plans his boss had for the lady would go well. He couldn't understand some of his boss' actions but he knew better than to question it.
Azaiah heard his phone rang, jarring him from his thoughts which had been on a certain someone. Picking up the phone, he noticed it was his grandfather.
"Azaiah, how are you doing?" His grandfather's voice sounded hoarse.
"Pa, I'm alright. How are you doing?" He asked.
"You know how I am. Well, I need you to come back home. I want to discuss something with you" the old man said and Azaiah grew silent for some seconds.
Deep down, he knew what his old man wanted to talk about and he couldn't refuse the man either.
"Ok" he said before ending the call.
Azaiah Hawthorne was a business tycoon; born into a family of old money and since birth he never struggled for anything but he also worked hard to keep the wealth he had.
But he had a problem. A problem that money couldn't seem to fix.
He thoughts drifted back to Ariana as he began to wonder how he'd make her trust him as he needed her for his plans.
He quickly sent a text to her "I've thought of a way you can pay me back princess. Meet me at the Sarontelli by 5pm tomorrow". The Sarontelli was a hotel, restaurant and bar all in one massive building and it was one of the most exquisite places in the city to hang out.
The moon shone brightly, casting shadows in the city when Azaiah decided to go to his family house as his grandfather had asked.
This time he drove himself.
Getting to the Hawthorne mansion which looked like a castle, he got down from his car to see his grandfather sitting in the outdoor lounge with a glass of wine in hand and legs crossed.
Azaiah gracefully walked towards his old man and sat beside him. He took the glass of wine away from his grandfather's grip. "You know you can't be drinking this" he said placing the wine on a French medieval miniature table.
"It's not alcoholic" the old man playfully grabbed his glass of wine once again.
"You know you're wasting time." The old man stated with a serious expression, reminding Azaiah of a reality he'd rather not focus on.
"Pa if this is the only reason you called me. I'd like to take my leave now" Azaiah said.
"I am just looking out for my grandson. Is that a wrong thing to do?" Eden Hawthorne said placing the glass of wine down by himself; his focus resting on the vast expanse of land before him which belonged to the Hawthorne family.
"I'm working on it. I need time".
"Time? Son you and I know you don't have that" Pa Hawthorne said as sadness enveloped him like a thick cloak. He wished things had turned out different for Azaiah but there was nothing in his power he could do.
Azaiah had nothing else to say. He knew how pressing his situation was and he knew how bad it was but he was doing everything he could.
"Mabel made dinner. You can go in" Pa Hawthorne said despite knowing Azaiah wasn't in the mood to eat.
Azaiah stood from where he was seated and walked into the house, leaving the old man to his raging thoughts.
The night felt cold and lonely and the reminder of his condition made it worse for Azaiah.