7. William's Great Anger

"Nurse! Nurse, please—my friend’s hurt!" Haikal yelled as two paramedics wheeled the stretcher carrying the unconscious Emmy into the ER.

"Take her to empty Room Two!" Nurse Dewi ordered, pointing to an open spot in the emergency ward.

Emmy was immediately examined carefully by the ER doctor. Then Haikal, who had accompanied her to the hospital, was called in so the doctor could explain the patient’s condition.

"So, young man, this patient needs an MRI to see the full extent of her injuries, since she’s still unconscious from the hard impact. I suspect she has mild to moderate concussion from falling down the stairs! Is that okay with you?" Dr. Bima Susanto said.

"Yes, Doctor. Do whatever it takes to get her better. Please go ahead!" Haikal replied, anxious yet hopeful. After all, his boss was coming home from New York today. It would be a total disaster if anything happened to William Samsons MacRay’s beloved sweet girl.

The stretcher with Emmy was quickly wheeled to the MRI lab after Haikal filled out the patient information form. Dr. Bima Susanto’s referral letter was handed to the nurse on duty there.

While Emmy was having her MRI that afternoon, William’s flight had landed at Soekarno-Hatta Airport as planned. He was confused when Mang Ali—who was supposed to pick him up—was late instead of waiting for his arrival.

"Tsk… is that old man asking to be fired? Making me wait here until I’m dried up like salted fish at the airport?!" William grumbled, hands on his hips at the exit of the international terminal.

After waiting about thirty minutes, the half-toothless old man finally rushed over to his young boss. "Forgive me, Sir. Have you been waiting long?" Mang Ali asked with a nervous smile.

William scowled in anger and said nothing, just jutted his chin as a signal for Mang Ali to take his suitcase to the trunk. He then strode off to his beloved Mercedes. When he accidentally spotted a blood-stained tissue on the back seat, William asked sharply, "Who’s the slob? Why’s there a bloody tissue in my car, Mang?!"

"Umm… well… you see, Sir. Earlier, Miss Emmy got hurt—her forehead was bleeding because she fell down the stairs from the second floor—"

Before Mang Ali could finish, a panicked William cut him off. "WHAT?! Where is she now?!"

"At the hospital, Sir. Miss Emmy was only with Momo there in the ER!" Mang Ali replied. He himself had driven her, which was why he’d been late picking up his boss—who hated being kept waiting more than anything.

"We’re going to the hospital right now, Mang Ali!" William commanded, and his personal driver immediately obeyed.

Mang Ali took the route opposite the boss’s house, heading toward where Emmy was being treated. He sped up the Mercedes so they could get there quickly, as the anxious William had started muttering curses under his breath.

'You’re doomed, Mo… Mo… the young boss is gonna flip out big time!' Mang Ali thought sadly about his coworker, who’d been trusted to look after Emmy while William was abroad.

When they arrived at the hospital, William jumped out of the car and ran to the information desk to ask where Emmy was being treated. It turned out the girl was in the ICU, still unconscious. Doctors were keeping her under strict observation, as the MRI results showed a moderate concussion from the impact to the front of her head—hit by the stair railing—and the left side of her head, matching how she’d fallen to the ground floor.

William found the ICU and asked the nurse for sterile clothing before going in to see Emmy, who was being watched by Haikal.

When Haikal saw his boss arrive, he turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat. William’s face showed a mix of emotions—anger being one of them.

"Momo, how can you be so useless at looking after just one girl?!" William snapped, reaching out to take the small, limp hand in his large, warm one.

Watching how caring William was being with Emmy, the housekeeper thought to himself, 'Whoa… he’s so sweet? Could the big boss have feelings for Emmy?!'

William ignored Haikal’s curious stare. He kissed the back of Emmy’s hand and her fingers. As he sat on the chair next to the patient’s bed, he looked at the sweet girl who made him feel a strange, tight sensation in his chest.

"So what did the doctor say about Emmy’s condition?" William asked, turning his gaze to Haikal.

"We have to wait 24 hours for observation, Mr. William. Hoping she wakes up so they can decide if she just needs bed rest and medication or something more!" Haikal replied, repeating what the neurologist treating Emmy had explained.

Hearing this, the handsome mixed-race man nodded in understanding. "Okay, then we’ll wait. By the way, how did Emmy fall from the second floor? She’s not a kid, Mo—there must be a reason!" William said suspiciously.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn’t get a chance to investigate the cause because I was panicking. I was shocked when Mrs. Rita suddenly screamed loud near the stairs. When I saw Emmy lying there covered in blood, I immediately called Mang Ali to take her to the hospital. Check the house CCTV—everything should be clear there," Haikal answered logically.

William grunted in anger. It seemed odd for Emmy to tumble down accidentally. He then said, "Alright, Mo, I’m heading back home first. You make sure to look after her properly here. I think I need to tell Emmy’s grandparents too. She’s only been working a few days and already gets into an accident at the office—tsk… that’s not right!"

"Boss, yesterday Emmy’s motorbike tires—front and back—were also slashed by her coworkers. Mang Ali dropped her off at home and picked her up this morning!" Haikal said.

William sensed something was wrong with Emmy’s coworkers. It seemed the terrible incident that had befallen her was deliberately planned for some reason. He said nothing about Haikal’s story, then said goodbye and left the ICU after gently stroking the girl’s smooth cheek.

The man asked Mang Ali to drive him home, and he sat in silence, deep in thought, for the entire ride. His personal driver didn’t dare say a word, only glancing at William occasionally in the rearview mirror.

When they arrived at William’s grand house, he rushed to his private office on the second floor—separate from his workspace on the first floor. There was a special computer connected to CCTV cameras throughout the house.

William immediately replayed the CCTV footage starting from when he left for New York, beginning with Emmy’s workspace. The four female employees who had been bullying her were caught on camera in all their annoying behavior—complete with their harsh insults toward the girl.

"Oh my God, poor Emmy. Those four are way out of line!" William said, then replayed the footage from the employees’ parking lot. It turned out the person who’d slashed Emmy’s motorbike tires was the same group that had been bullying her. And finally, he played the footage from the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Bingo, found the culprits! You four better watch out—I’ll make sure you apologize to Emmy once she’s better!" William clenched his jaw in anger as he watched the terrible moment when Emmy tumbled down the stairs and lay helpless on the ground floor.