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Chapter 185: You Are A Rare Talent

Chapter 185: You Are A Rare Talent

(Myra’s POV)

’Why is Yelena’s grandfather here?’ I was caught off guard by his presence.

Garry Yates, whenever I see him, I get this feeling that he is up to something. Although, he has never been discourteous or disregarding towards me or my status or a matter of fact my parents. But there is this gut feeling, that keeps telling me that there is definitely something about him I should be vary off.

He walked inside, looked at me once and then started having a conversation with Yelena as usual. The grandfather granddaughter duo talked like normal as Aunt Mary served him and Dr. Hayden water.

When Dr. Hayden saw me, he narrowed his eyes slightly and inquired, "Ms. Miracle, how are you feeling today? Did you feel any kind of discomfort in this period?"

I was standing quite awkwardly in the middle of the living room. I was so startled by Garry’s presence that I forgot to take a seat. I forgot I was the patient and Dr. Hayden was here to check up on me.

I settled on the couch and smiled courteously, answering his question, "I am feeling no discomfort."

The doctor settled on a chair and checked up my ankle. He rolled my ankle gently in circular motion and asked me questions which I truthfully answered. From the past few days, I have been staying inside the apartment and my recovery has been good. I hardly feel any discomfort and there is no hinderance when I walk. There is just a dull ache that keep pricking me but I am sure it will be soon gone.

Midway between Dr. Hayden’s questions, I felt that again.

Yelena’s grandfather, whenever he was around, I could tell when he was staring at me. It is like my senses heightens as soon as he comes to sight. I was fed up with this and wanted to be straight forward for once.

Sure, he is scary and domineering but it is not like he will rip me to pieces as soon as I open my mouth.

"Mr. Yates senior, is there anything you want to speak with me?" I finally asked. I wanted to see how he will react, what he will say, how he will deny. I wanted to catch him off guard as well.

But to my utter surprise, he didn’t deny nor did his tone change, he said, "Yes, Ms. Miracle. I do have something to say to you." The calmness in his voice was chilling to the bones.

My mouth agape. Seriously, I wasn’t expecting such a straightforward reply from him. I was left speechless but it didn’t get awkward as Yelena interrupted, "What do you wish to talk to Myra, grandpa?" She was perplexed and rightly so.

Garry and I have never interacted.

"I need to discuss something with Ms. Miracle, alone," Garry worded it very calmly but there was a storm brewing up inside me.

’Alone? What does he want to talk that he can’t talk in front of Yelena? Should I decline? Or should I see what it is?’ My mind was buzzing. Question after questions were popping up like notifications. It was reeling.

"Alone .... Ohhhhhhh~", Yelena looked at her grandfather and thought, he used the term alone because Aunt Mary and Dr. Hayden was present. I can tell what she was thinking.

But I definitely know, he meant him and me, alone, without Yelena. ’Ohhh gosh, this is stressful.’

"So, Dr. Hayden, today Myra’s cast, you will remove it right?" Yelena questioned the doctor bringing me back from my reverie.

"Ummm~ ..... Yes, as there is no pain or discomfort, I see no problem with that but~ ...." Dr. Hayden stopped.

’Ohhh man, there is this ’but’ again. Is my homecoming going to get delayed again? What will I tell mom and dad.’

"But?" Garry was the one who asked this. "Is there any complication?"

"No, sir. There is none. But Ms. Miracle has to take her medicines regularly and try to put less pressure on her foot. Also, she will need to have regular checkups, for a full recovery," Dr. Hayden concluded.

I sighed in relief. That means I will be able to return home today. Dr. Hayden took out a specialized saw to remove my cast and begin with the proceedings.

After the cast was taken off completely, he prescribed me new set of medicines and gave me some more instructions. Now, that his work was done here, he departed soon after.

That suffocating feeling was gone as I moved my foot slowly and steadily.

But it didn’t last too long. Garry Yates voice interrupted me as he said, "Ms. Miracle, now it is time for our talk." His voice was serious.

Without realizing, I nodded. Aunt Mary departed with the excuse of buy grocery but Yelena remained seated beside Garry.

Garry said to her, "Yelena, go to your room. I need to speak with Ms. Miracle, alone."

Yelena’s expression had disbelief writing all over her face. She inquired, "Why? What do you want to talk about, grandpa?"

’See, I knew it.’

"YELENA YATES, I need something confidential to discuss with your friend. Go to your room," Garry’s voice was firm and resolute. There was no room for denial.

Yelena frowned but, in the end, she couldn’t defy her grandfather, leaving me and him alone in her living room.

The standard size living room was now making me suffocate as the silence between him and me was stretching. My head was lowered. I couldn’t look at him.

With a low tone, he broke that silence, "Ms. Miracle, have you thought about the scholarship program?"

I raised my head and gave him a puzzled look, "Scholarship program?"

’Is this why he wanted to talk to me? But why is he so interested in my matters? Does he know something?’

"Yes. I think it is a very good opportunity for you. Red Stone University is amongst the top five in the world," Garry murmured.

"Why?" the word came out before I could hold back.

"What do you mean by why ...... Ms. Miracle?" Garry asked me without changing his tone.

"Why are you asking me about that, Mr. Yates Senior? As far as I remember, we hardly conversed and we aren’t close as well," I questioned him.

Garry leaned backward, crossing his legs elegantly, he said, "Ms. Miracle, you are a rare talent. I really admire your growth and achievements."

"There are many students like me, who are more desperate for this opportunity. So, why me only?" I fired another question. I know about my academic achievements and all but this was still not enough of a reason for me. I wanted answers.

"Ms. Miracle, you are underestimating yourself. By rare talent, I don’t mean just academic wise," he left it at that.

"Mr. Yates Senior, I am not getting your words? What rare talent are you talking about that even I don’t know?" I was perplexed by his words. "Can you come straight to the point. Or should I be straightforward? Do you have any hidden motive?"

Garry chuckled, catching me off guard once again, "You are not wrong in that aspect, Ms. Miracle. I do have a hidden motive," he said. "And it is not what you are thinking. You are my granddaughter’s age and I am happy with my old lady."

I bit my lips, feeling embarrassed, "Mr. Yates Senior, this is not what I was indicating to."

I never once perceived him as a pedophile.

"As I said, I admire your talent and want to recruit you in future," Garry said. "And also~ ......"

I waited for him to complete his sentence. He took out some folder and extended it towards me.

"What is this, Mr. Yates?" I asked curiously.

"You should check it in your room," he said, his voice never deflecting.

I nodded. He got up and walked towards Yelena’s room.

Without any warning, he twisted the knob and opened the door. Yelena stumbled out of her room and somehow steadied herself, "Grandpa~ ......"

"If you are done eavesdropping on our conversation, you can come out. I am leaving and remember to visit your grandmother. She misses you a lot," Garry said while patting Yelena’s head.

She was sulking, "Ohk, I will."

Garry shook his head and departed soon after.

Yelena walked straight towards me and asked curiously, "What did grandpa wanted to talk about?" She looked at me with expectant eyes.

"He just wanted to talk about that scholarship program," I said.

"Just that?" Yelena narrowed her eyes and questioned again. She was suspicious.

"Yes, just that," I said, matter of factly.

"So, why did he asked me to leave?" Yelena exclaimed with a weird expression.

"How do I know?" I interjected with a question of my own.

I didn’t tell her about that folder and hid it under the cushion.

She looked at me and then nodded, "Ohk, so~ ...... will you be leaving today?" She pouted.

"Mm~hmm, that’s the plan." I am finally going home.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .