Chapter 5 Sebastian, The Young Billionaire Help A Dying Soul

A nurse entered the room with a tray of medication.

Mario couldn't help but ask "Please, nurse, do you know who paid for my mother's surgery?" Mario asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

The nurse smiled, her eyes sparkling with kindness. "It must be the young billionaire, Sebastian Delton. He walked into the hospital a few minutes before the senior doctor announced that a volunteer had paid for the surgery."

Mario's eyes widened in shock. "Sebastian Delton? I've never heard of him." The nurse nodded.

"He's known for his philanthropy. He's a kind and generous soul."Mario's face lit up with gratitude.

"I'm glad someone like him exists. Someday, we'll cross paths, and I'll thank him in my own little way."

The nurse giggled. "Alright, Mario. Your mother is in good hands now. Let's focus on her recovery."

"Thank you, nurse," Mario said, his voice filled with emotion. "You can't imagine how much this means to me"

The nurse smiled. "I think I can, Mario. You love your mother very much, don't you?" Mario nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "More than anything in the world."

The nurse patted his hand. "Then be grateful for this miracle. Your mother's surgery was a success, and she's going to be okay."

Mario's face broke into a wide smile. "Thank you, God," he whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

As the nurse finished administering the medication.

Mario turned to her again. "Nurse, can you tell me more about Sebastian Delton? What's his story?"

The nurse hesitated, then smiled. "Let's just say he's a mysterious figure. But one thing's for sure is that he's a good person. And you're lucky to have him as your angel."

Mario's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I'll find out more about him someday," he vowed.

The nurse smiled and nodded. "I'm sure you will, Mario." Mario's eyes sparkled with determination as he looked at his mother. He knew that he would never forget the kindness of the stranger who had saved her life.

The sun beat down on the campus, casting a warm glow over the students as they milled about, waiting for their next lecture.

The sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, punctuated by the occasional shout or squeal of excitement. Sebastian's car pulled up, and the students' eyes turned to the sleek vehicle, their curiosity piqued.

As Sebastian stepped out of the car, the girls' eyes widened in admiration. He was tall, fair, and handsome, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through them.

He put on his sunglasses, his movements smooth and confident. "Wait here," he instructed his driver and security detail, his voice low and commanding.

The students began to murmur, their whispers growing louder as they caught sight of Sebastian.

The girls, in particular, were smitten, their eyes fixed on him as he walked towards the lecture hall.

And then, without warning, Clara launched herself at Sebastian, embracing him tightly. The other students gasped in shock, their eyes wide with surprise.

"What's wrong with you, girl!" Sebastian yelled, his voice sharp with annoyance. He pushed Clara away, his movements swift and decisive.

As Clara stumbled backward.

Sebastian reached into his wallet and pulled out a $5. He threw it at her, his expression cold and detached. "That's all you girls need, money, right?" he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Thank your stars I'm in a good mood. Let this not repeat itself again."

The students watched in stunned silence as Sebastian turned and walked away, his security detail following closely behind.

Monalisa, who had been watching the scene unfold, waved at him as he approached, but Sebastian ignored her, his expression unyielding.

As he walked into the basketball court, the students began to murmur again, their whispers and gasps filling the air. Clara, meanwhile, stood frozen, the $5 clutched in her hand, her face burning with embarrassment and humiliation.

The extracurricular classes were in full swing, with students bustling about, eager to showcase their skills.

In the dance studio, Monalisa watched intently as the coach demonstrated the routine.

"Okay, class, let's work on the routine," the coach said, her movements fluid and precise.

"Remember, it's all about the rhythm and timing."

Monalisa nodded, trying to follow along. But as the class practiced, the coach's attention seemed to be focused on one student in particular Sara, a talented dancer who effortlessly executed the steps.

"Great job, Sara," the coach said, smiling. "You're really bringing out the passion in this routine. You're one of the best dancers in this class."

Monalisa felt a pang of frustration. Why didn't the coach ever give her a chance to shine? She was trying her best, but it seemed like no matter how hard she practiced, she was always overlooked.

"Coach, can I try it again?" Monalisa asked, hoping for a chance to prove herself.

"What exactly do you want to try or maybe you want to show us how terrible you are as a dancer, hahaha" Sara teased, and burst into laughter with her crew.

"Sara, the last time I checked you are not the coach, so please shut it already" a dark beautiful girl with curly hair from the middle echoed in a mean tone.

"Exactly my point, she always feel on top of the world simply because she thinks she's the best" A guy beside the dark, curly hair girl said.

"Is that jealous I can see all over you? Well, just like you said, I don't think but I know I'm the best dancer in this Diamond college as a whole" Sara said arrogantly.

"enough guys!" The coach screamed and hesitated, then face to Monalisa and nodded. "You are the new girl, right? Okay, Monalisa. Let's see what you can do. But remember, Sara is our star dancer, so try to keep up."

Monalisa took a deep breath and launched into the routine, her movements awkward but determined. The coach watched, her expression neutral, while Sara and the other girls burst into laughter.

"Not bad, Monalisa," the coach said, smiling slightly. "Keep working on it. You're getting there. But Sara, you're still the best. Keep up the good work."

In the basketball court,

Sebastian was dominating the game."Alright, guys, let's work on our defense," the basketball coach said, clapping his hands.

"Sebastian, show them how it's done."

"Got it, coach," Sebastian replied, taking position on the court.

"Okay, watch closely. You want to stay in front of your opponent, anticipate their moves, and block their shots."

"That's right, Sebastian," the coach said, nodding. "Now, let's see you in action." Sebastian's teammates cheered him on as he sank shot after shot.

"Great job, Sebastian!" his coach exclaimed. "You're a natural-born player!" After the basketball class, Sebastian met up with his best friend Josh.

"Dude, I'm beat," Sebastian said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "But it was a great practice."

Josh grinned. "I know, right? You're a beast on the court. Want to play some video games now?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yeah, let's play some NBA 2K. I'm gonna show you my skills."

The two friends headed to the gaming room, laughing and joking as they went. "You're going down Josh," Sebastian said, grinning. Josh chuckled. "Oh, I don't think so. I've been practicing my jump shot."

After the dance class. Monalisa walked over to Valerie's music class, where she was playing the violin with dramatic flair. Valerie's eyes met Monalisa's, and she could tell something was wrong.

Valerie stopped playing the violin and walked to Monalisa.

"Mona, how was your first day at dancing class?" Valerie asked, her bow hovering above the strings.

"Terrible," Monalisa replied, her voice laced with frustration. "That coach keeps on hailing Sara as if she's the only dancer there. Many of us were even mad. And she'll be feeling on top of the world."

Valerie's expression was sympathetic. "That's unfair, but the truth is that Sara has been the best dancer on campus. Everybody knows that."

Monalisa's face twisted in annoyance, and she was about to speak her mind, but Valerie cut her off.

"But that doesn't justify her actions or what the coach did. I told you to come join my club, but you refused."

Monalisa's eyes flashed with defensiveness. "But Val, you know I love dancing." Valerie nodded, her smile gentle.

"Yeah, that's true. Let that not bother you, okay?"

Monalisa's expression softened, and she replied in a warm voice, "Okay".