"Auntie, I'm here to visit you," Said a guy who looked rather young and had his outgrown hair tied up neatly in a ponytail behind his head.
He wore a nice black suit that was custom-made according to his body structure and fit him perfectly.
He stood in front of the door but didn't dare open it. On either side of the door were guards who were stationed to strictly protect the person inside and to also make sure that the person inside didn't get a chance to leave the room without permission.
The man waited for a response from the woman inside but a few minutes passed and he heard nothing.
He sighed as he looked at one of the guards and the guard nodded in understanding as he opened the door for the man.
Once the door was open, a small white pillow came flying towards the entryway but the man caught the pillow easily with a small smile.
"It's nice to see you being so lively," The man chuckled softly as he commented and entered the room.
The guard closed the door behind him and the woman sitting on the bed glared at the man who had entered uninvited.
"How have you been?" He asked as he leisurely took a seat on the visitor's couch that faced the bed.
"Azazel," The woman gritted out as she glared at the man and the man nodded his head.
"It's nice to see that you still remember me," Azazel spoke with an honest smile, but the woman didn't look to be as happy as him.
"Why the hell are you here?!" She shouted at Azazel as she questioned and this seemed to be normal behavior for her considering the fact that the man was not shocked in the least.
"Your son-" Azazel started with a sigh but was not able to complete his sentence as the woman cut his words short and threw a table lamp at him as she shouted.
"I have no son! Don't you dare talk about that devil in front of me!"
Azazel tilted his head to the side and avoided the table lamp that came flying at him. He was so used to this situation that his body effortlessly moved on instinct and the table lamp ended up colliding against the wall that was behind him.
"Then let's talk about that devil," Azazel looked down at the floor and sighed as he spoke up calmly once again, "He's dying."
The woman had already picked up something else to throw at him but when she heard this, her actions paused and there was a split second of disbelief flashing through her eyes.
"What...?" She muttered softly, questioning whether she had heard it right or not.
"I wanted to tell you this sooner but you weren't in a stable condition," Azazel gulped as he spoke and lifted his head to look at the woman as he questioned, "Hasn't it been a really long time since you've seen him?"
The woman put the remote of the air conditioner down on the table as she heard this and had a complicated expression plastered on her face as she dare not give a verbal response to that.
"Don't you want to see your son?" Azazel asked and there was a sense of sadness in his voice as he continued, "The doctors say that he might never wake up. In the worst-case scenario... We might never get to see him again."
The woman gulped as she heard this and her eyes widened as she frowned, shouting, "I do not have a son! My son died years ago!"
Azazel was a bit stunned to hear this but it only took him a minute to sigh as he accepted such a reaction.
"Get out of here!!" The woman shouted once again as she picked up the remote and threw it at the man.
Azazel once again acted on instinct and caught the remote that came flying towards his face.
"In that case, I wouldn't want to waste any more of your time," Azazel spoke with a small smile that lacked any joy. He put the remote on the side table as he continued, "I just wanted to inform you because I thought Hecathe would want me to do that."
It hadn't even been complete ten minutes since Azazel had come here but he already got up and got ready to leave the place as he said his goodbyes.
When he was at the door, with his right hand wrapped around the doorknob, he was forced to stop as he heard the woman.
"That devil you talk of... Why is he dying...?" The woman asked with a cold tone that lacked any emotions.
Azazel's lips curled up in a small smile as he heard this question and he was happy to know that even though the woman showed that she didn't care, there was still a caring mother inside her that was curious to know.
She was in a rather stable condition today so if he wanted to talk to her, there would be no other time more perfect than this.
"A car crash. Somebody tried to kill him," Azazel answered the question honestly as he spoke, "The police are still investigating but they are sure that it was planned."
"Good for him," The woman scoffed and for some reason, Azazel felt a little disappointed as he heard this reaction, "He deserved what he got."
For a mother to say something like that about her own son... It was truly a bit disturbing and saddening.
Azazel was raised by his single father and the closest mother figure in his life had been this woman who used to once be his neighbor.
Hecathe and Azazel had an age gap of seven years between them, but since they lived so close to one another as children, they had always been close friends.
Hecathe was a man who didn't like to get too close to other people and Azazel was a man who was bad at choosing friends.
Somehow, most of his friends would become his enemies who were after his life. Even in dating, the man had no luck since all of his dates would end with either the woman running away with her life or straight-up stalking him out of obsession.
When they were young, Azazel and Hecathe thought that they would slowly drift apart and make new friends but contrary to their expectations, they never got the chance to drift apart and made a lot of acquaintances but no friends.
With time, they felt that it was okay like this and got used to it. Azazel would have never guessed that his one and only friend would end up in the hospital like this because of reckless driving.
Hecathe was a reckless person, this much was a well-known fact about him. He was impulsive and it was hard to change his mind once he had decided something.
To put it in simpler words, he was a reckless stubborn annoying bastard.
So when Azazel first came to hear that the man got into a car accident, although he was shocked, it was easier for him to accept it because he knew it was just like Hecathe to end up like that.
Compared to the news of the man being involved in an accident, it was more shocking to know that this accident had been pre-planned by someone who wanted him dead.
But of course, that was also not the most shocking thing considering the fact that Hecathe had made a lot of enemies.
The most shocking thing for Azazel was perhaps the fact that he had to be the one who was taking care of the dying Hecathe...!
The man had a mother and a father but they were both not there to take care of him!
His mother was stuck here denying the existence of such a son while his father was busy with his company, not even having time to visit his dying son!
Azazel came here to visit Hecathe's mother with the hopes of changing the woman's mind but it seemed that his plans were bound to fail from the very beginning itself.
Azazel sighed as he got out of the building and his phone immediately started ringing.
When he looked at the called ID, he almost wanted to curse the heavens for putting him in such a situation.
Not only did he have to look after the dying Hecathe who was lying on the hospital bed but he also had to look after the man's company that was in a mess after the accident.
This was precisely because Hecathe had made Azazel his heir to the company without the man's permission.
Azazel was a person who hated working and now he was being forced to work his ass off just because he was the only trustable friend that Hecathe had.
Normally people would be happy to know that their friend had done something like that for them, but Azazel was far from happy.
If Hecathe were to wake up tomorrow, the first thing he would meet would be a punch to the face followed by a string of curses from Azazel.