Revenge After rebirth novel Chapter 3

Anderson helped Mayra to apply for a week off from school. He hadn't visited her since she was discharged from the hospital.

One night, she decided to get some water to quench her thirst. While pouring herself a glass of water, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Before anyone even knocked, she peered out of the peephole and found that it was Anderson. He was drunk. Standing beside him was his assistant, Shane Gorman.

Seeing that, she quickly opened the door for them. Shane immediately helped Anderson over to the couch. Then, he turned to speak to her. "Mr. Barlow had a bit too much to drink. Please take care of him."

Mayra considered Shane an acquaintance as she had met him many times before. She nodded at him. "Thanks for your help, Mr. Gorman."

After he left, she went over and removed Anderson's jacket and shoes. The only time Anderson would drop by her place was when he felt suffocated at the Barlows', or when he was overwhelmed by life's frustrations. The Barlows were a family who only cared about power.

Anderson groggily opened his eyes, and he was immediately greeted by the sight of Mayra in a rather washed-out nightdress. Her slender and fair legs poked out from under the knee-length hem of the dress. He caught a glimpse of the shorts she was wearing underneath.

Mayra heated up some hangover soup for Anderson. She felt his eyes on her as she moved, making her feel uneasy. She cautiously cared for him, a look of fear in her eyes.

His eyes glazed over from the alcohol. "Has your injury healed?"

She looked startled by his sudden question. "Uh… Yeah, it's almost healed. Thanks for your concern."

"Why didn't you wear the new clothes I bought you?" He squinted at her, taking in the fear etched on her face. She seemed afraid of him ever since leaving the hospital.

She explained, "It's drying on the balcony. I haven't collected the laundry."

The apartment might have been old, but Anderson made sure to provide her with the best in other aspects of her life.

She approached him and sat on a stool nearby. The thin dress wrapped around her underdeveloped body. She slowly fed him the soup but dared not stare at him. "Andy, stop drinking so much. It's bad for your health."

He replied as he drank the soup. "Okay." The hangover soup was flavorful, thick, and warm. It was perfect for curing hangovers.

As a company president, Anderson frequently attended social events to entertain his clients. It was normal for him to come home drunk. Mayra had been looking after him ever since she could remember.

Noticing the wound on the back of his hand, she asked with concern, "Are you hurt? What happened?"

Taking a deep breath, he covered his eyes with his hand and replied, "It's just a scratch. No big deal."

After he allowed the Fisher Corporation to take the Southwater Bay development project, he had drawn his grandpa's, George Barlow, ire. In an outburst, George smashed a cup, and one of the shattered pieces scratched the back of Anderson's hand.

It wasn't a severe wound. It didn't even bleed. By the looks of it, the injury had been left untreated for hours. Luckily, this was a rather minor injury compared to the ones he had sustained in the past.

Since he was reluctant to tell her anything more, she pressed his lips and slowly rose. Then, she quietly grabbed the first-aid kit from her bedroom.