Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

Lisa then fed the chicken porridge she bought to Kumala. Voraciously, the middle-aged woman enjoyed the steaming porridge her daughter spooned to her.

"Lisa, please don\'t tell Bella that we are in the hospital. Your sister has just started her work. I don\'t want to bother her," Kumala suddenly said. 

"Don\'t worry, I won\'t tell Bella."

"When do you think I can be discharged from the hospital by the doctor? I don\'t want to linger in this damned place. I know what\'s best for my body. I don\'t trust the doctors here. They deliberately kept me in this hospital to extort our money!" Kumala grumbled while eating the steaming chicken porridge.

Lisa just listened to her mother\'s nagging, which was getting more and more incessant every day. Since Kumala suffered from acute diabetes, the middle-aged woman spent a lot of money on medical expenses. She did not want to spend so much money just for it.

"Mom, the doctor said that you should rest in the hospital for about a week. You just rest and take the medicine as recommended. Let me take care of the rest."

Lisa did not mention how much money she had to spend to cover Kumala\'s medical and hospitalization costs. she didn\'t want to make the middle-aged woman even more panicked and anxious. So she had to lie a little this time.

After eating, Lisa helped tidy up the dining area and then threw the remnants in the trash. She accompanied Kumala until the middle-aged woman fell asleep. Then, once her mother was deep in her sleep, Lisa sneaked out of room 102  with careful and silent steps.

***

Meanwhile, inside Oscar\'s black Alphard car, the golden haired man was waiting for Dani\'s arrival. Not long after, the grim-faced man came and handed him a paper.

"Sir, Miss Lisa\'s biological mother is being hospitalized because of a relapse of diabetes, and there is one more reason why she came here." Dani turned over the stacked paper two and showed it to Oscar. He didn\'t dare to speak, he just showed his boss a row of letters and numbers.

"What\'s wrong Dani?" Oscar asked curiously, his brows knitted together as he shifted his gaze to the paper behind Dani.

"Try reading this, sir," Dani said, pointing to the rows of letters on the paper. "Miss Lisa is pregnant…"

Oscar couldn\'t believe what he saw with his eyes. The letters clearly read that Lisa was positively pregnant!

He was shocked to find out that Lisa was pregnant again. Lisa carried his child! Was this a gift from the Almighty? After he had a fight with Clara not long ago that caused the woman\'s heart disease to recur, he finally got good news!

Initially, Oscar went to the hospital to visit Clara, who had a relapse of heart disease. But he did not think that fate had brought him to Lisa after they were separated for so long.

The first time Oscar met Lisa in the hospital corridor, he immediately recognized her figure. The woman\'s face did not change, still dazzlingly beautiful. However, her hair was now cut short and dyed light brown. Oscar was surprised, why did Lisa cut her long black hair and then turned it light brown? Thinking of her new appearance made his heart flutter a little.

***

Lisa decided to get out of room 102 and breathe the outside air. The hospital atmosphere was getting stifling, she thought. By breathing the free air outside the hospital building, she hoped she could straighten her ruffled thoughts.

It was almost evening, but Lisa still hadn\'t found the money to pay for her mother\'s hospitalization and medical treatment. What should she do? She had to pay it before the due date!

As she walked around looking for a solution to this pressing financial problem, a crazy idea came to the surface of her mind. 

"Oscar is at this hospital, what if I just borrow money from him? Uh, but... I\'m already his ex-wife ... Oooooo shit! My head is getting dizzy!" Lisa said, cursing herself.

Then she dropped her body on a bench not far from the hospital yard. Her gaze was blank while looking straight ahead. Suddenly, her eyes saw a banner that seemed promising to get some fast money!

She immediately got up from the bench and approached closer so that she could read the lines of writing clearly. 

The banner contained an announcement about a charity project for orphaned children in the suburbs. All hospital visitors with various educational backgrounds, ages, and genders might participate.

What the participants had to do was make a painting with a theme that had been determined by the organizer. If someone wished to buy a work from a participant, 50% of the profit from the sale would be donated to underprivileged children and the rest would be given to the participant.

Lisa read the banner carefully. Even though it was hard for her to imagine selling a piece of painting for tens of millions, at least Lisa was still trying to make it.

She should try the contest, whatever the end result was. At least she tried first. Lisa realized that she was not very good at drawing, but for the extra money to pay for her mother\'s medical and hospitalization fees, she was willing to take part in the competition.

A woman came over to her. She was wearing a pin that read the name of the foundation that held the contest. The woman then said, "Good evening Sis! Are you interested in joining this painting competition? Many famous visitors and well-known artists participated too! If you\'re making a painting and one of the visitors is interested in it, your painting could be bought at a very high price!"

"Can I participate even though I am not a professional artist?" Lisa asked doubtfully.

"Of course you can! This show isn\'t discriminating against anyone. If you are interested, come with me to register at the booth!" The friendly woman said while accompanying Lisa.

After registering at the booth that has been provided, Lisa was led by the organizer to a table that had been specially prepared for work. 

Without saying much, she immediately grabbed the brush and oil paint that had been prepared and then started to paint onto the canvas.

Time went so fast, it didn\'t feel like the other participants had finished with their respective paintings, but Lisa was still sitting and focused in front of her canvas. Understandably, she was not an art graduate, so she painted longer than participants with an art background.

Lisa stared at her handiwork with narrowed eyes, between disgusted and mocked. But she did her best. She did not know if there were visitors who wanted to buy her messy and unclear painting.

"Uhj, I hope there are extraordinarily rich visitors who want to buy this painting of mine!"