THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 10: The Rothwell

THE ROTHWELL MANSION

An expensive car rolled to a stop in front of a massive building made of glass and concrete with long columns at the front, occupying vast acres of land.

The door of the Car opened and Carl stepped down gently. The door clicked shut behind him. He looked around the place briefly without any hint of surprise at the enormous premise.

A man stumbled out from the entrance and held his wrist, his palm was slick with sweat and he was shaking visibly. Mr. Rothwell, the popular tech mogul in the city.

He was sweating, his face looked nothing like the expensive suit he put on.

Yet the reverence at which he looked at Carl was undisputed.

"Mr. Mercer.. you're here...I have been waiting for you.." The words stumbled out of his lips in panic.

"Relax, Rothwell," Carl simply said, his voice steady unlike the man. "Where is she?"

Mr. Rothwell swallowed hard, forcing his voice to steady but it was still evidence.

"She's in the east wing..our private infirmary.'

"Take me there." Carl clipped.

Mr. Rothwell immediately led the way, and he continued saying on his way.

"Naomi has been sick constantly over the years..but this time around it looks severe..the doctors are clueless...the international medical expert i brought in from Milan wasn't fruitful. They're saying they didn't see anything wrong with her yet she's dying.."

The man pushed the entrance door open and they walked into the interior. It was sparkling and the atmosphere smelled of wealth without trying.

Carl didn't look around for impressiveness. He looked around briefly and it was enough to understand the entire structure of the living room.

In the living room, the family was already waiting.

Mrs. Martha Rothwell the woman of the house who was dressed in a simple but expensive gown stood up from the chair immediately she heard the door open.

"Honey.. you're back." She greeted, her expression plastered with worry. She then looked at Carl who was standing beside her husband. "Is he the man you talked about? Will he be able to cure Naomi?"

"Who the hell is this man? A medical doctor?" A young man in a suit appeared at her shoulder, obviously smug, he looked at Carl from head to toe and immediately rated him NOTHING. He scoffed and shook his head. "Dad, everyone of us is eager to see Naomi back to her feet but we shouldn't be desperate to patronize a fraud. This man here doesn't look like he has any medical qualifications. He reeks of stain! How can you bring in a charlatan to play saviour for my sister!!"

"Shut up!!" Mr. Rothwell hissed, his voice cutting the hall with authority. "Do you know who he is? How dare you talk to him like that! Naomi is your step-sister and I am his father! You have no audacity to challenge who I bring in to treat her!"

Dave let out a skeptical laughter and turned to his mother.

"Mum can you see what's happening right now?" He said, "Naomi needs proper care. This man here is only going to worsen her condition and eat our money. Moreover, Dr. Leo is producing a special cure for Naomi's treatment. Bringing in another Doctor will only complicate things for him."

Martha Walked to her husband gently, placing a palm to his shoulder.

"Honey, Dave is right." She said calmly, her voice sweet and one won't have believed that this woman was the devil.