THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 81 – 90

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 81 – 90

AN HOSPITAL*

Omar’s car halted softly in front of the building, and he came out of the car, looking responsible in his new clothes.

He actually went back home to change and cleanup the blood before coming here.

He faked a tensed look as he walked into the hospital, stopping by the reception.

“Mr. Diaz, is he any better?” He asked.

“Oh…are you Omar? His son?” A nurse replied.

“Yeah, why?” He asked, hoping the next news would be his father’s death, but he was disappointed.

“He’s recovering fast… I’ll take you to the ward” the nurse offered.

“Thanks” he smiled gratefully, but the smile disappeared immediately they began walking to the ward.

“Bullshit” he muttered.

“Are you talking to me?” The nurse asked.

“No” he replied simply, entering the ward alone.

Mr. Diaz is in bed, receiving blood from a blood bag hung on the drip stand, and his monitor is beeping soundly.

His head is bandaged, and he looks weak in bed. The maid is sitting beside him, but she spranged up when Omar came in.

“What did you tell the doctors?” Omar questioned with a glare.

“I told them… he’s… He fell in the bathroom” she replied skittishly, and Omar smiled immediately, touching her face.

She quickly shifted back.

“Aren’t you such an obedient maid?” He chuckled, and the maid swallowed.

“What about… Miss North?” She asked.

The smile cleared from Omar’s face.

“She’s on a trip to Singapore, to see our grandparents” he replied, focusing on Mr. Diaz.

“Huh?” The maid looked up unbelievably.

“Enough questions…now go out, I need to talk to papa” he said, and she stepped back before finally leaving the ward.

Omar moved closer to the bed and tapped Mr. Diaz on the arm.

His eyes opened, and he tried to grab Omar by the arm immediately, but Omar caught his hand strongly.

“I regret not aborting you in your mother’s womb back then…I should have gotten rid of you long ago … you’re… useless” he said with heavy painful breaths.

“Really? Too bad cos the only child you consider useful is dead. Her screams were delicious to my ears as I stabbed her repeatedly for….was it nine or ten times?” Omar smiled dementedly.

Mr. Diaz couldn’t believe his ears as he tried to stand, but Omar pushed him back, and he broke down in tears.

“What did you do to North! What did you do satan!!”

“I sent her to our mother up there, aren’t I such a good son?” He replied, grinning slowly.

Mr. Diaz opened his mouth to talk again, but Omar dropped a pill inside, and the man gagged so much, drool escaping his mouth for seconds before he finally went unconscious again.

“You don’t deserve to die fast, be in pains till I click the button” Omar smiled, and the monitor began beeping fast.

Omar left the bedside, and doctors rushed in .

“Help! I think I’m losing him! Do something!” Omar cried.

The doctors got to work, trying to make him stable again.

Omar wiped his tears as he walked out of the ward, meeting the maid by the door.

“Stay with him, he’ll be here for a looong time” he touched her face again before walking out of the hospital.

He was humming happily as he drove out of the hospital, feeling on top of the globe.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 81 – 90

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