His Devious Rule

"What was that for?"

The doctor didn't take Alvin's accusing gaze much seriously. Gaining Alvin's trust was the toughest task he ever found.

How could he expect the person who dislikes and distrusts his own father to believe another person? Sometimes the doctor felt Alvin's behavior reasonable and the rest of the time, over the top, unbearable and childish.

He reported to Alvin as removed his gloves from his hands, "Mr. Matthews, the lady is in deep sleep due to sleeping drugs in her body."

He wanted to ask who dared to drug the woman of Alvin but held his curiosity to himself. "The dosage is higher than required. So I have given her the medicine to reduce its power. If she doesn't wake up before dusk, you might have to admit her to the hospital to flush the drugs from her system. Else…"

His voice trailed when the most dreaded part came. Yet, he maintained his gaze on Alvin's face so that man doesn't think he was lying by stealing his eyes, "She might fall into a vegetative state." Then he swallowed hard. As he expected, he got gooseflesh looking at Alvin, turned colder than an iceberg, and the room chilled into the pole of the earth.

Alvin looked at the lady on his bed. His mind was in a mess whenever he looked at her or thought of her. He felt like he was going crazy as to why he went to such length to save her.

He wished she was an artifact instead of a living and breathing woman. A feisty one at that. 'Such a troublesome creature.' He thought.

"Then why don't you flush out the drugs?" He interrogated, shooting daggers at the doctor. It was as though the doctor might lie and he should catch the doctor off guard.

The doctor could clearly remember how Alvin reacted when his mother had fainted in his father's mansion. Alvin's actions looked exactly the same, unlike how he had ignored his father who was admitted to the hospital due to a minor heart attack.

While treating the lady, the doctor had imagined all sorts of questions Alvin might ask so his response came calmly and confidently, "Mr. Matthews, if we could cure a problem with a pill, we will not choose to operate on the body."

He saw Alvin fall silent. Probably thinking what he didn't know or what he wanted to know. He waited for a few seconds for any question. When Alvin stayed silent, looking at the lady on the bed, the doctor continued to do his job, "Give her liquid food when she wakes up…" He paused when he noticed Alvin pursed his lips to a thin line.

'How did I anger him?' The doctor thought and shifted his eyes on the housekeeper who stood away watching her master very carefully. The doctor realized even the housekeeper was in shock and surprise by Alvin's behavior.

The doctor's gaze shifted to the lady on the bed, 'Is she going to become Mrs. Matthews?' He started daydreaming.

Meanwhile, Alvin recalled the young lady hadn't eaten anything from the night. If she wakes up in the evening, it will cross twenty hours on empty stomach. The liquid food felt reasonable.

When he heard no more words, his eyes shifted to the doctor and caught him staring at the troublesome creature on his bed. "And?" Alvin's low dark voice sounded like a threat.

The doctor was startled that he almost jumped as if he was caught while stealing something. He took his notepad and pen from the nurse, "There is a bruise on her back. It will leave a mark if it isn't treated soon."

He scribbled on the paper and passed it to the housekeeper, "Apply the cream twice daily." He unawarely trembled and caught Alvin glaring at him. The doctor wanted to run into the wall. He stuttered while looking at Alvin, "I-It's a normal check. If there are any other bruises, Mr. Matthews must let me know how to treat it." He sounded extra polite.

It wasn't even him who checked the lady's arms, legs, and back. The nurse did it as he doubted if his patient had been through any physical torture looking at her disheveled hair and redness on the skin.

The doctor's probe successfully diverted Alvin's attention. Yet he mentally noted to call the lady doctor next time. Without thinking about why he was uncomfortable to accept another man looking at her bare skin, he recalled if she had any other bruises.

The previous night he had picked her from the bathtub to the bed and even put on clothes. So he knew the bruise that had turned green on her back. She had flawless skin… "She has light white scars on her stomach." He spurted out. It was the first time he saw such marks.

The housekeeper could already guess what those marks were. She stayed silent without interjecting when it wasn't needed.

The doctor turned to the nurse. The latter faced the doctor and promptly answered, "Doctor Carson, there are dull stretch marks around the lower abdomen." Those were hardly noticeable.

The doctor nodded and turned to Alvin, "Those marks could be because of losing weight or pregnancy." He mentally brushed off the thought of the lady having a child since Alvin had no child.

He took the paper from the housekeeper and wrote down another cream as he continued, "If those are too old, it might not heal completely and will take a very long time. Apply it every night before bed."

Alvin recalled she was a single mother as Linus addresses her as Young Mommy. So he understood the big belly during pregnancy leaves white scars. He was kind of satisfied to hear the nurse was the one who checked on the lady. He passed the doctor for today.

He turned to the housekeeper. He wasn't cold but there were no emotions either. "Aunt Sophie, the guests will be staying till…" He tried to recall the lady's name but he couldn't. He didn't even know her name, "She wakes up." He didn't bother asking the doctor and passed his commands.

'Why? To behead me if she doesn't wake up?' Doctor Carson scoffed in his mind. He didn't retort as it would be of no use. Staying with consent would be better than being forced.

He forced a smile at the heartless, apathetic man, "Please call me if there is an issue. We will enjoy our stay." He will get to eat delicious food, at least.

Who wouldn't love to get free and top-notch hospitality in a castle-like mansion?

The doctor and the nurse went out and breathed. The nurse curiously asked looking around the magnificent mansion, "Doctor Carson, could we take a mansion tour?" She hopefully asked as the sleeping lady wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

Ben Carson looked at the nurse and let out a stiff chuckle, "If you wish to get your head cut off, go ahead." They had access to a guest area and a beautiful backyard.

The nurse trembled, recalling Alvin's murderous gaze, yet turned around to steal a glance at him. He was tall and looked stylish in his leather jacket. His angular chiseled jawline and sharp features gave her butterflies in her stomach. He was a charming man who could weaken the knees of women with a killer smile, yet she only saw his thin lips pressed the whole time.

She sensed when his chin moved and gave a faint nod to the housekeeper. She continued to admire him and didn't notice the doctor was leaving. When Alvin caught her eyes like an eagle preying on the snake from far, the nurse gasped. She flustered and looked around for the doctor. She ran after him to save her life, understanding a thing, the beauty is admired from far, avoid when near.