009 We Investigated Her

"Feeling better?"

A deep, rough voice rose beside Lilith, but she couldn't seem to understand it.

She felt as if the whole world was twirling around her when she finally managed to move a little, and she could barely feel her own eyelids.

"Don't move, you hit your head pretty hard." The man covered his palm softly on Lilith's forehead so she won't rip her wound open.

"Who are you..." Lilith opened her mouth but her throat was so dry that even she could barely hear herself.

"No rush on talking." The man moistened his finger with water and stroked her lips as soft as possible, "You will feel better after you drink some water."

There was little struggle Lilith could put up before her world went dark again.

The man pushed the button by the side of the bed: "Nurse, get Dr. Sarla, please."

"Yes, Mr. Gaumond."

Edmund gazed at Lilith for long before he finally closed his bloodshot eyes.

He barely slept in the past three days even though Sarla had assured him several times that Lilith would be fine.

"She woke again. This time she finally was able to talk a bit." Heard the door opened, Edmund said without even looking back.

His voice was so small that Sarla could barely make it out.

Rolled her eyes on Edmund behind his back, Sarla went to check on Lilith: "So, JUST like what I said?"

Edmund let out a slight laugh with a relieved sigh before he stood up and bowed at Sarla earnestly: "I'm sorry for yelling at you, please do take my apology?"

"I will take your apology," Sarla chuckled, "IF you tell me who the hell is this mysterious girl?"

Edmund shook his head at her, grinning: "I told you, I have no idea who she is."

"And yet...what was it that you said?" Sarla sneered, taunting Edmund, "Treat her life as my life?"

Edmund rubbed the back of his head defeatedly as he dodged her staring.

"Well," Sarla leaned against the edge of the windowsill with her eyes fixed on Lilith, "The whole League was shaken..."

He didn't answer. Edmund knew exactly what they were worried about--

It was supposed to be only a three-day business trip to this small town, and instead of a deal, he brought them a queen that fell from the sky.

"They wanted me to tell you..." Sarla struggled with her choice of words, "that...maybe...it might be a good idea to take some time to think about--"

"Not that it's any of their business," Said Edmund quietly, looking up at her with a shade of sternness in his voice, "But I already marked her."

Sarla nodded slowly with a sigh: "I thought so."

"It's MY life and MY choice." Edmund didn't notice he was frowning when he said that, but Sarla flinched with a slight quiver.

His domination was especially strong at his mood swings.

"Sorry." Edmund muttered, "I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Sarla shook her head with a mumble, "You should take some rest though. She's safe and stable now. No need to worry about--"

"Speaking of." Edmund suddenly raised his head, "There was someone there when the crash happened. A witch."

"So?" Sarla blinked in confusion, "Did that witch cause the crash?"

"I'm not sure about that." Edmund shook his head slowly, "But she put away a spell when I call it out. I doubt she was trying to help."

"You think our little Jane Doe might be in danger?" Sarla frowned, glancing around as if the enemy would suddenly appear from thin air.

"You can never be too cautious." Said Edmund with a frown as he pulled out his phone.

"No phone in here." Sarla hissed him.

"We are NOT at your hospital." Edmund put his phone away reluctantly.

Sarla rolled her eyes at him: "This is the ward for YOUR girl. Dial away if you don't care, your highness."

Edmund pursed his lips tight reluctantly but he stood up without anymore protest: "I'll be right back."

"Don't bother." Sarla gave him a defiant smile, "You need to sleep! I'll let you know if she wakes up."

"I'm fine." Edmund waved his hand frustratedly, "I just need Buster for a second--"

"Mr. Gaumond!" Buster stormed into the room with a loud shout, "Mr. Ga--"

"Quiet!" Edmund hissed under his breath and Buster suddenly lost his voice.

He grabbed his own throat as if in pain and Edmund quickly added: "Breath."

Buster panted hard after the second command. But at least he got a bit better now that he could breathe again.

Edmund stared at Buster with a sullen look: "What's so important that you feel the need to wake up the whole building?"

"Mr. Gaumond, the news..." Still panting, Buster managed to talk between his panting, "You might want to take a look."

Edmund glanced at the TV hanging from the ceiling and Buster already handed over the remote.

"She's sleeping." Edmund waved his hand, "I'll just check it on my phone."

"Well then I already have it on." Buster handed over his own phone, and the huge headline was in the middle of the screen:

Limited Convertible Crashed With No Owner To Claim

"The mess media is crazy now, looking for the 'mysterious billionaire' in town." Buster quickly added at Edmund's glare, "Their words!"

"Whatever, the last thing I need is this kind of exposure," Edmund sighed, "I totally forgot about the crash..."

"It seems like you forgot just about everything in the past three days--"

Buster shut himself up at Edmund's stare.

"There's an important mission for you." Said Edmund, "I want to know everything about--"

"We are already on that, sir." Buster squared his shoulders with his head held up high, "This is Lilith. She lost both her parents at a young age and is currently living at--"

"That's not what I was going to ask!" Edmund glared at Buster in shock, "And who told you to look into her?!"

Lilith moaned in her sleep at his loud remark and all three of them fixed their eyes on her, holding their breath.

She didn't wake up.

"Her name is Lilith?" Edmund gazed at Lilith. He didn't even notice that he curved his lips when he mumbled her name.

"Yes, Lilith Hayes." Buster answered, determined to not give unnecessary information again.

Edmund glared at him with an annoyed look, but after a short pause he said: "Give me everything you have gathered about her, and stop the investigation."

"Yes, boss."

Edmund sighed before he continued: "Now about the REAL mission. An emergency call was put in on the night of the crash by a woman, and she reported the crash giving my name. I want to know everything about the caller and I don't care how."

Buster smirked at the last remark: "I get it, boss."

Edmund chuckled at Buster's reaction: "Well, legal methods first, okay?"

Buster headed for the door with pity written all over his face. He stopped by the door with a sudden stop: "Boss, about the media buzz--"

"Throw the media something to go crazy over." Edmund waved his hand indifferently, "Donate a building to a school in the company's name or something. Just send them off our scent."

"Yes, sir." Buster bowed at Edmund before he disappeared out of the door swiftly.

"Gonna stay in town for a while, huh?" Rose her eyebrow, Sarla taunted after Buster left, "Going to get yourself a house at school district next?"

Edmund rolled his eyes at her defeatedly.

"Edmund, you need to sleep." Sarla stood up straight and came to put her hand on his shoulder, "She will--"

"I'll take a rest here," Edmund went to sit on the chair by the bed with his arms crossed in front of his chest,

"I want to be the first person she sees when she wakes up."