Y/N's POV

No this can't be happening! There must be something wrong with the results. My mom can't possibly be paralyzed. After what the doctor said I fell down on the floor. This is too much to take. My mom is too young for this to happen. I cried, I cried so hard I didn't notice I was engulfed with warmth. I looked up and saw my dad hugging me while tears went down his face.

What did we do to deserve this? My life was a mess. I'm still picking up the pieces of my life. I'm still building myself up when this happens? Why? The doctor was about to leave when my dad spoke: "Doctor what do you suggest we do now?"

He was taken aback and stared at my dad's eyes but continued nonetheless.

"Since the operation was successful, we were able to repair the damaged blood vessel, removed blood from the brain and reduced pressure. We just need to wait for Mrs. Wu to wake up and we will be running some tests to establish a plan for her rehabilitation and adjustment. She may need to stay in the hospital for a week. But for future plans, we might advise for occupational therapy, physical therapy, and speech therapy to help her recover. But it will still depend on the severity of the brain damage."

The doctor came closer while my dad stood up. He held my dad's shoulder then said: "Mr. Wu I know this seems hard and it really is, but I will be with you every step of the way. For further plans, we may need for you as a family to be dedicated and talk about this thoroughly. She can undergo treatment through a rehabilitation center but it requires her to stay at the center. She can also get treatment at home but that would also need more time with the family members. Because we need you to see every treatment. If ever anything happens and we're not around."

After the doctor spoke my dad asked, "Doctor how about the treatments? How long will it take? And how much will they cost?"

The doctor sighed before he answered, "It depends on how frequent she may get the therapy. It's advisable if she may receive daily therapy sessions. She may also need a caregiver who can be with her 24/7. If she gets the treatment daily there is a higher chance that she can recover within three to four months. If not, one or two years is the estimated recovery period. Regarding the expenses, yes it may be a bit expensive."

I cut them off before dad could ask more, "No dad, money is not the issue here. If it's for mom then there's no need to question anything. We will get everything mom needs. If you're needed by her side then so be it! Quit your job dad!"

His eyes went wide after my statement which he didn't take lightly, "No Y/N I can't do that! Where will we get the money for your mom?"

"Dad I can handle this. Just take care of mom, be by her side. Trust me." I firmly said as I stood up.

"Y/N.." He spoke as his eyes softened and looked at me.

"Please dad I beg you." I pleaded.

He held his head and ran his hands through his hair then said, "But what about you? Your son? Your sister?"

"No need to worry dad. I can take care of us all. I just need you to stay by mom's side." I assured him with a small smile.

I turned to look at the doctor then firmly said, "Doctor do everything and anything needed for my mother. The money will not be a problem here. I just want her to recover. Thank you." Then I bowed before my dad could say anything else.

The doctor stood for a while shocked, then nodded and took his leave. I turned my head to look back at my dad. I knew he would talk me out of it. But I have already decided. I knew he would ask about my job but I can't tell him anything about it. I'll think of an alibi when the time comes.

As of now, my mother is my priority, THEY are my priority.

"Dad everything is gonna be okay I promise. We can do this dad." I held his hand reassuring him.

"I know sweetie, it's just I don't want you to overwork. I'm your dad I should be the one to provide for you, for our family, not the other way around." He let his head hung low. Dad wasn't the type of person who would accept anyone's help especially mine.

Since for him, it is his responsibility as the head of the family to provide for us. That was one of his traits, his stubbornness, and pride.

"Dad no, don't say that. You've done so much for us. I can't thank you enough for everything, and now is the time for me to help our family. So don't worry, I got this okay?" I persuaded him.

Just in time my son and my sister came inside the room. My son immediately went to my dad and hugged him, "Angkong are you crying? Why are you crying? Is ama going to be fine? Can she go home now?" He bombarded my dad with questions.

While my dad and son were talking I turned my head to look at my sister and asked her, "Angela can you please look out for Cy for a moment? Or will you be staying in the hospital with dad?"

My dad overheard my question and asked me, "Why? Do you need someone to look out for suna?"

I turned to him and answered, "Yes dad? Is it okay if I ask Angela?"

He smiled at me before he replied, "Yes honey no problem. They can stay here for a while and go home later after visiting hours."

"Okay, thanks dad. Thank you Angela." After thanking my dad I came closer to my sister and hugged her. Then I called my son's attention for a while.

"Sweetie, for now, I need you to stay with ayi okay? I'll pick you up later, after mom's work. Be a good boy." I reminded him and ruffled his hair.

"Yes mommy," He sais as I bent down to kiss him before I left and went back home.

After the bus ride home, I went straight to my room and chose an outfit to wear. I planned to meet Momma X tonight. To clear things up especially now that I'll be needing extra money for mom's medication. So I decided to inform her that I'll be available.

Ice: Momma I'm free tonight. I'll be meeting you at Venus.

Momma X: Good, we have many things to discuss. Bring your things and be ready. You'll be meeting a client tonight.

Ice: Yes, I understand. What time will you need me?

Momma X: Be there by 7 pm.

Ice: Okay thank you, Momma X Bye

Momma X: Bye honey

I exhaled before I plopped down to the bed. Meeting her will be exhausting since all she will ever do is just nag me and remind me of protocols and stuff. But of course, I can't blame her since that is her job. But meeting a client? I'm not sure if I'm in the mood since I need to act that everything is fine. Which is clearly not the case.

After one last exasperated sigh, I got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Even if I'm not fine, it has nothing to do with work. I need to gather myself. "This is going to be a long night," I thought.

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After quickly taking a bath, putting on clothes and light makeup I dashed to the door and immediately left. I fell asleep while taking a bath. The moment I sat on the tub I immediately drifted off to dreamland. Good thing my sister called and my ringtone woke me up. One thing Momma X hates the most is tardiness.

She hates it so much that I'm sure by now she would probably be in the club already. I was late for five minutes and when I arrived. she was just about to down another drink. While sitting by the bar.

She immediately looked at me and raised an eyebrow then said, "Took you long enough bitch. I told you 7pm, not 7:15 pm." She eyed me carefully while crossing her legs. "You're late!" She spat.

I scoffed and retorted "Oh my gosh! Don't be such a sourpuss. Aren't you gonna tell me you miss me?" I sheepishly smirked at her.

She just rolled her eyes and answered, "Oh come on! By the way, I like your clothes. You don't look much of a slut." She grinned.

I just shook my head and turned to the bartender when she caught me off guard, "Oh I almost forgot. A little birdie told me you went to house service. What did I say about that?"

She informed me as she smirked. She knew of my little stunt, then she pulled my ear to get my attention.

"Oww. I'm sorry okay?" I said and removed her grasp at my ear then continued, "I was kinda desperate. But how did you know?"

She gave me one of her mischievous grin then spoke, "I have my ways honey. Seriously aren't you thinking? It's a good thing he contacted me after."

She said nonchalantly which caused me to spit my drink which I was planning to drink slowly. Causing me to choke and some liquid went out of my nose. Then I turned my full attention to her.

"WHAT?" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes, he asked my permission to let it happen again.." She was looking at me while drinking then continued, "And he told me about his proposal to you? What did you say?"

After that I let my head hung low. She treated me fairly and was always nice to me. I felt guilty when I went out without her permission. It's like I betrayed her. "I said I'll think about it and give him an answer.." I softly answered.

"When will that be? Don't worry I won't have a say in that." She then smiled and continued, "But regarding what he gave you last time. You owe me. But it's up to you how much. Y/N I know I always tell you to abide by the protocols and rules. But I also understand that you have needs. If you think he can provide, and if he's trustworthy, go for it. I won't stop you. You can't always be like this forever." She informed me while looking softly at me.

I hugged her and she looked surprised for a moment then hugged me back. "Thank you so much for understanding. This means so much to me." I sincerely told her but then looked down, remembering my past.

"But I feel like I shouldn't trust him too much. I don't want to make the same mistakes again." I said then clicked my fingers when I remembered Jimin, "Oh, by the way, Jimin is back."

She looked surprised, just like me when I first saw him again. "What? Since when?" She asked.

I just shrugged and told her what I knew. "I don't know. He also broke into my house."

"Really? Then what happened? Don't tell me you had sex? Oh my god girl! You had sex?" She eyed me suspiciously.

I felt my cheeks burn and avoided her gaze. "Yes please calm down! And lower your voice. You're so embarrassing."

"So how was it?" She just grinned wickedly at me. This woman really knows how to tease me.

"It was good to okay? I kinda miss him." I blurted out then covered my face. I feel like my whole face was so red that heat was radiating out of me.

Jimin was sweet, kind, sexy, and let's be honest sex with him was good. He was slow and rough, just like my preference. He also was a giver and that's what I like about him. Not all clients are like that and I totally understand it. My work was to satisfy them, not the other way around. But of course, if I get a little enjoyment out of it, it just makes the encounter worthwhile.

"Girl, I don't know what to say about you, you're so fickle. Anyway, I called you here to meet your new client. No joke though I like your dress. It's turning me on." She just shook her head and bit her lips seductively eyeing me like a snack.

Both I and Momma X are bi. So we don't have problems in expressing our attraction to each other or even other genders. We also do threesomes or orgy but with selective clients only. In our free time, we also do some activities by ourselves. Exploring and sharing each other's bodies and ideas.

"Shut up. Besides I can't dress cheaply if I'm gonna be beside you" I scoffed and rolled my eyes, giving her a small smile.

"You got that right honey!" She proudly said. I just nodded in response.

We were stunning if I say so myself. I was wearing a black lace-up mock neck dress that fits tightly hugging my body and showing my ass. Paired with my favorite black gladiator stilettos and silver dangling earrings. While Momma X was wearing a black criss-cross cut out dress and simple gold heels. We both wore minimal makeup and accessories.

For a woman in her 30's Momma X is one of the women that I saw that aged gloriously. She still has her figure and beauty. Sometimes people mistook her as a woman in her 20's.

Just like me, she started her life at an early age. Fell in love at a young age, gave birth to a baby girl and baby boy, they were twins. Everything went well. She thought she already got her happy ending. But sadly her partner left her, telling her he had other business he needed to do, and they were a nuisance. When the kids turned five he left with all the money that they had. Leaving her to raise the kids all by herself.

She started just like me as a provider but as she aged she loses her charm. Some clients prefer new faces and young ones. So she opted to become a handler. She still does meetups but just between selected clients and her regulars only.

We stood up from the bar and headed to the stairs going to the second floor. Other than a club this place also has private rooms upstairs.

I observed the whole area. Other than the typical smell of alcohol with a pinch of citrus and lime the whole place was decent. It was a smoke-free club so we didn't have to worry that we may catch the scent of cigarettes. The lights were a mix of red and yellow. On the dance floor, neon lights were scattered and the whole place wasn't crowded.

By the corner, there was a glass door that separates the club from the stairs. On the way up, yellow lights illuminated the steps up to the hallway. It pretty much looked like a hotel hallway. Red carpet surrounded the floor while the wall was a mix of red and golden yellow. The doors were divided into two colors, white and black with different numbers engraved in gold.

We stopped in front of a black door with the number 08 engraved on it. Momma X knocked and a male voice answered, informing us to come in.

Once inside I was astonished once again. The room was soundproof, it had it's own LED lights at the center, white lamps in the corner and a big black semi-circle sofa with a glass table at the center.

Before us stood a big glass wall that overlooked the bar. A tall man stood beside it. The man turned our direction and my eyes went wide. I felt nervous and I felt like cold water was poured on me.

He glanced my way and bit his plump lips before looking at my handler. He stretched his hand with long fingers for a handshake that Momma X gladly took.

He held her hand then abruptly leaned down and kissed the back of it which took her by surprise then he winked at her. Such a flirt I thought.

"Nice to meet you, Momma X, I'm RJ. Thank you for coming." He seductively spoke.

She giggled then answered, "The pleasure is ours. As you know we're here to satisfy you and your needs, by my angel Ice." She then gestured and glanced my way.

I just looked at him then slightly bowed and gave him a small smile then distracted myself again with the interior of the room.

Momma X cleared her throat and glared at me mouthing a "focus" before looking back at the man in front of us.

He invited us to sit down and I sat on the very edge of the sofa. While he sat in front of me and Momma X at the other corner near him. I really felt uncomfortable. I noticed him staring at me while talking to my handler. But I continued to gaze around the room or fiddle with my dress. Totally avoiding him.

I was snapped out of my stupor when Momma X stood up and informed me that she was leaving. Nervousness and anxiety enveloped me once again. I can't help but look like a kid who's about to cry when their parents leave them to school on the first day of class.

Please don't leave me

Stay with me here

You can watch it if you want!

I was mentally saying it as if she could hear me. I'm not ready and totally freaking out inside.

(A/N: I'm sorry for the late update. I've been busy lately. Stroke is a very deep topic for me. My family experienced this first hand so I also felt the struggle that we, as a family went through when it happened. Yes, Y/N's family is Chinese I felt like making her one because I never saw a ff with this nationality. I hope I got the terms right? Please correct me if not? Thank you for reading love you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜)