Chapter 4
Kamila had no idea why she was suddenly tied up like this and brought in to meet with Miranda. Kamila's goal at her aunt's house was to discuss her marriage in a good way. However, it turned out like this:.
"Please let me go, Auntie. What do you mean by doing this?" Kamila looked at Miranda, who stood in front of her while crossing her arms.
"Of course, so that you don't run away and change your mind. Your wedding is tomorrow. So, I just anticipate it." Miranda answered casually.
Kamila thinned her lips while struggling. She couldn't believe that her aunt would think that.
"I will not run away. I promise." Kamila made a pleading face. She had no thought of changing her mind.
Apparently, Miranda didn't believe her. Instead, she asked the two guards to lock Kamila in the room. Kamila screamed for release as she was dragged along.
“Auntie, open the door!"
Kamila's throat hurt because she kept shouting the same sentence. Her hands were also sore from trying to untie them. Miranda literally locked up her own niece until the wedding day arrived. Kamila occasionally made noise in the room.
Until finally the day arrived—the wedding day. At four in the morning, Kamila was dragged out of bed by the makeup artist. She put on makeup, changed into a dress, and went to the wedding rehearsal. The groom was still in an unconscious state.
It's funny that he was the only one not present during the entire wedding process. She didn't know any of the guests. She was wearing a thick and beautiful wedding dress. After the wedding, Kamila was taken into a car by a group of fierce-looking black-clad men. The car drove to the ancestral home of her husband's family.
Gerald's family home left Kamila in awe. It was as beautiful as a palace. Kamila didn't have time to look at the interior of the house carefully because she was sent to a dark room. Inside, Kamila could see someone walking towards her.
An elegant butler said respectfully, "This is Mr. Gerald's room. From today onwards, you are to take care of his daily life."
Kamila thought to herself, "He is unconscious. There is no need to take care of his daily life." Her face was a little haggard.
The butler looked at her with a sympathetic expression and said, "Someone will come to tell you the details later. If you have any problems, you can use the internal channels, Mrs. Arven."
Kamila's eyes widened when she heard that her nickname was now her husband's surname. Gerald Clinton Arven. She knew the man's full name from her wedding day. Gerald's and Vira's names were written on a flower board. It was her cousin's name. Kamila knew she just had to be polite, so she nodded.
"Where's the light?" Kamila asked the butler.
The butler said, "To let Mr. Gerald experience both day and night, the light in this room has been dimmed."
Kamila was speechless. The lights were dimmed. It was tantamount to living in darkness. Knowing that she could not change anything, Kamila did not ask any further questions. The butler had also left. She stared at the man lying still. With the dim light, she could only see the man's face, which was pale from the lack of sunlight.
Gerald, like a male mannequin, lay there with his eyes closed. A blanket covered his chest, and his arms and hands were exposed to intravenous tubes. Many medical devices were attached to his body, but Kamila didn't know what they were called. Although he had been in a coma for two months due to a head injury, his arms still looked strong and muscular, and his hands were huge. He was also very tall, had black hair, clear white skin, and a firm jaw. Gerald turned out to be a handsome man.
"Wipe his body with a wet towel every day." The maintenance worker instructed Kamila carefully. "After wiping, massage his muscles. That will keep his muscles from getting stiff. Open the curtains at eight o'clock every morning to ensure eight hours of light and ventilation. Everything in the room should be sterilized carefully. Also, change the nasal feeding tube three times a day. I will teach you how to do it later." The officer explained it in detail.
Listening to his words, Kamila felt dizzy. On top of that, she was still wearing her wedding dress and struggling to unhook it. The outfit she was wearing was covered with a green robe, gloves, and a head covering. Like the clothes worn by medical personnel in the operating room.
"May I ask a question? Why isn't Gerald, I mean Mr. Gerald, hospitalized?" Kamila asked.
"You don't need to use the word sir, Miss. Mr. Gerald is your current husband. The family deliberately moved Mr. Gerald into the house because it's too dangerous outside. There would be many enemies who would harm him. That's what Mrs. Griselda said. Therefore, I am the nurse, and there will be a team of doctors working on Mr. Gerald. Also, we are wearing this robe to keep the room sterile." The nurse answered in detail.
Kamila nodded. She knew the reason why. Just as the care worker finished speaking, Kamila heard light steps. Someone spoke nervously in a low voice from outside.
"Alvero, don't run! You are not allowed to enter Mr. Gerald's room!"
The moment she heard that, someone pushed the door of the room with his chubby hands. Hearing a creak, Kamila saw a chubby boy enter the room. He was very cute.
"Who is this child?" asked Kamila.
She looked at the care worker in shock. The care worker shrugged and didn't answer. Her job was to tell her how to take care of Mr. Gerald. Gossiping about the employer's family affairs was not her business. As Kamila wondered, the fat boy walked over. He tilted his head and asked innocently.
"Are you Papa's wife?"
Kamila blinked. This time she was also confused: why was the cute boy calling Gerald papa? Kamila squatted down, aligning herself with the boy.
"Who are you, son?" Kamila asked to satisfy her curiosity.
"I am Papa's son."
The boy replied cheerfully, while Kamila was completely dumbfounded! She got up from her squat. It was hard to understand this family. A mafia member who had been in a coma for two months actually had a son?
Did Kamila have to fulfill the dual obligations of being her husband's nurse and also being the child's stepmother?
The butler who had been talking to Kamila, named Bianca, stood behind Alvero. She explained it to Kamila.
"Mrs. Arven, Alvero's biological father, is Mr. Gerald's eldest cousin, and he is dead. Mr. was afraid that Mr. Little would be lonely, so he adopted Alvero. Later, he became Gerald's son. Alvero always came to talk to Gerald during the day."
Kamila breathed a sigh of relief. So, this child was not Gerald's biological son. Looking at Bianca's expression, she guessed that perhaps Gerald's eldest cousin was also there when Gerald almost died from being killed. Unfortunately, the eldest cousin lost his life, so Mr. Gerald's adopted the child and let Gerald become his papa.
Alvero approached Kamila to hold her hand and said seriously, "Ma, if you talk to Papa, will Papa answer? I came to talk to Papa during the day, but Papa ignored me. When will Papa wake up?"