The pregnant girl

Mateo's POV

To live is to trick the reaper but to me, living is tricking the rich.

I believed that those who call themselves wealthy had enough and since some of them refuse to help others willingly, stealing from them shouldn't be so bad.

I just needed to be very careful because those wealthy people can be so intimidating. For the past fifteen years of my life, I'd never been caught taking from wealthy people. I mean, they deserve it, right?

That was my job and I felt very proud of it. I've got all I want; I own a house, multiple cars, and many other luxurious things.

Recently, I checked my former email and discovered that I had received multiple messages from my father, who wanted me to come back home. That email was sent to me nineteen years ago.

While checking the messages, I found out that my father had passed away with his new wife. I was broken and shocked upon receiving that news.

He passed away in an explosion with his stepchild and another wife last year.

I disowned my father when he chose to have a new wife who decided to mistreat me, acting like a typical stepmother but I refused to be mistreated so I left the house when my father refused to listen to me.

Living outside at the age of twelve was difficult but I found my way around until I figured that wealth was the only answer to living.

My first action was faking an accident and receiving a huge amount of money, huge enough to get an apartment.

That was how my life started. I sponsored my education and got my degree in computer science. Oh, life is good!

And it was about to get even better because I was about to receive my inheritance. Checking my former email was the best thing I've ever done.

I saw an email from a lawyer who had contacted me since the beginning of the year and my plan for the day was a meeting with him.

I was in my car waiting for the go sign, listening to my favorite song. I kept thinking about how much I was going to inherit and how my life would become even better after that.

I remained in my car when I saw a young lady about to cross the road but was so slow. She was moving so slowly and the green signal was on.

Every car waiting for her to pass the road was honking so loud for her to move fast but she was still moving slowly until she stopped moving and fell to the ground.

Did she…pass out?

Of course, she did. Some cars drove past her but I found myself stuck in that position, feeling uneasy because I wasn't able to help her.

It wasn't normal for me to wait for a stranger. I was sure people would have called 911 so why was I waiting?

Well, the next moment, this young girl was in my car, with a lady who insisted that I drive them to the hospital.

I was supposed to meet with my lawyer today for a meeting, what was I doing? Why was I driving to the hospital?

"Oh, no! Please don't die," the lady carrying the girl who fell in the middle of the road was wailing and shaking in the back seat. She was starting to seem suspicious.

She splashed water on the girl's face and she began to show signs that she was still alive.

All I wanted was to get out of the situation and didn't care if she was living or not. Wasn't she stupid enough to walk down the road knowing a lot of cars were there? She was probably shocked and could even pretend that she fainted.

Well, I did my part and took her to the hospital. I parked the car in the lot and waited for the woman to get out of my car but while she did, she sought my assistant again. Stupid and unbusy me, went around my car and carried the girl in my arm.

She didn't even weigh at all so why was the woman struggling to get her out of my car?

I glanced at the girl's face and could see through her face that she wasn't healthy at all. She had a few skin problems that could easily be fixed but I wondered why she didn't.

Her skin was so dry and her lips were…pale. I was wrong for judging that she might be faking it. She…seemed to be extremely sick.

It was at that moment I became interested in someone else's life, telling myself that I would spend no less than an hour in the hospital and it would be like it never happened.

The doctor took charge at some point and I stayed off the hospital curtains with the woman who cared so much about the girl. Was she her mother? I was curious and wanted to ask but did not because I didn't really care.

The lady began to cry silently and dragged me to sit somewhere close. "Valerie isn't my daughter," she said abruptly.

So Valerie is the girl's name. She wasn't even pretty and looked so dull. I nodded because I didn't understand why she'd drag me to sit and say this to me.

I checked the time through the expensive wristwatch around my wrist and groaned. I was fucking late, damn it.

"She's homeless, doesn't have a family, and…she's also pregnant," the woman continued to cry but she shocked me when she mentioned that the girl was pregnant. Now I was really curious not to care.

"Pregnant?"

"Valerie is such a nice kind-hearted girl. All she wants is to have a comfortable life but her aunt treats her with so much hate, enslaves her, and makes her life miserable. Valerie had been stuck with her for nineteen years until she finally found a reason to send her away. Valerie was abandoned by her baby father who she trusted with her life but he turned out to be her aunt's ally who wanted her to suffer too.

I knew this was going to happen. She ate once a day and…it wasn't even good food. I really wish I could help her but my husband didn't want her in our shop anymore because he found out she was pregnant. There's nothing I could do. I really hope and wish she doesn't die," she used her handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Now that was tragic and enormous. I began to stare into space after hearing the girl's story. She was so light and it felt as if she wasn't even carrying a child. Her life is harder than I thought.

While we were seated, a nurse came to ask who her guardian was. The woman didn't move her gaze or make any attempt to say she was the one so the nurse remained in front of us asking.

"Oh, he's her guardian," she said.

'What?' I widened my gaze at the woman. She'd been forcing me to do things since the time I met her. I wonder how her children must be coping with this attitude of hers.

Well, I eventually signed the documents because of the gaze she sent my way. Since I had multiple identities, I used a fake name and used my real phone number.

"Why didn't you sign it yourself?" I questioned her harshly but before she answered, my phone began to ring and when I checked, I learned that my lawyer was calling, so I answered the call.