Chapter 450

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450 – The President Needs To Get Well Soon

Livia:

Human Land.

“I brought fresh fruits and dessert,” I called as I entered my home, my cozy little space where my heaven existed.

I took off my shoes and dropped my keys on the table at the entrance.

The apartment next to mine still had some screaming coming from it. That was their usual happy dinner night.

It was a luxury condo that I had moved into. I used to think that people with money were very happy and that their lives were different and luxurious. That only existed in movies.

They had their own troubles, and they were even more sinister than being poor and worrying about what I was going to eat for the night.

“Mom,” I called again.

The minute I stepped into the wide living room, I smelled the scent of freshly grilled steak. My nostrils flared, and a smile spread across my lips.

When I turned my head toward the open kitchen, my mother stood there, humming to herself while making dinner for us.

“How was your day, honey?” my mother asked, making me smile at her for always taking a moment before responding to my greeting.

She never answered me until she had finished her humming. That actually made me very happy for her.

She had been in a very toxic relationship, but ever since we moved out of that toxic home and she moved in with me in this condo that I had recently been given as a gift, life had changed.

My mother was happier now. For the first time, she did not rush. It was amazing.

“I was at the hospital taking care of the president and some very elite patients,” I replied as I approached her to give her a hug and a kiss.

“Take that lab coat off. I hate the chemical smell of it,” she muttered, making me roll my eyes.

I took a quick sniff and gave her a pat on the back.

“This is what I have been craving, a happy meal after a long, tiring day,” I said as I yawned and stretched.

I walked out of the kitchen and dropped onto the big comfy couch with the TV playing in front of me.

“Livia, did you say you were taking care of the president now? Did it finally happen?” my mother asked, and I

nodded.

“How did it go?” she asked as she slowly dished out dinner.

“Well, he is still sick. I mean, that is what they are calling it. But other than that, I met his wife,” I replied as I tucked my legs under my body and rested my elbow on the couch, with my hand in my hair.

I flipped through the channels on the TV to find something good to watch while we ate dinner.

My mother barely ever used the dining table. This place was huge. We had never lived a life like this.

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But I had worked really hard so my mother could have this life. When I was appointed as a new researcher, things changed. I received favors that I never thought I would get in my life.

“You mean to say his second wife?” my mother asked, and I nodded as I watched her walk out to place the dinner on the table.

Even though I was starving, I would never start eating until she sat down with me. Then we would put a movie on while we chatted and ate our dinner.

Life was much simpler now that her husband was out of the equation.

I never liked my father. I never had a reason to like him. He was abusive, toxic, and many other things.

So seeing my mother without a bruised eye for the first time in so long was a relief. It made me feel like I had accomplished something.

“Yeah, um, isn’t it sad that the day he got appointed as president was the same day he got married and the same day he fell sick?” I replied, shaking my head briefly.

“Well, the world doesn’t know, so you should not talk about it,” my mother whispered, hushing me with a finger to her lips.

“They are trying to help him recover so he can finally appear in public because people are starting to worry about his whereabouts. It will not be long before they question where their president is,” I continued. 1

My eyes shifted to the big windows that stretched tall, with a clear view of the city outside. Tall buildings stood everywhere, each with its own lives going on inside.

Wind moved through the streets below, but because our condo was on a high floor, we were not bothered much by the vehicles. It was a rich area.

This was how the human world was. There was one main presidential city, which was called the human city. Then there were smaller cities around it, and one president ruled them all.

“What happened to the president’s first wife?” my mother asked after she sat down and we picked up our plates to start eating.

She brought up the poor woman who had been doing the job I was appointed to before me.

The president’s first human researcher wife.

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