Chapter 10: I'm a good person Emily

Chapter 10: I'm a good person Emily

Emily

The first thing that I felt was nothing, just nothing. It felt like I wasn't even alive, I didn't feel any pain, any hurt... just nothing. And then, as if I was being pulled by an invisible force, I heard a faint beeping sound from a distance.

Slowly, I started feeling all my limbs, and soon enough I felt my eyes flutter open. I almost closed them with how bright the room looked, and then I smelt it... I was in the hospital. I should know very well the smell of hospitals, I was up and down for many years before my parents died...

Hospital?

Then my mind started replaying the moment in slow motion, Willard... Mr Willard. My eyes went huge and my heart started pumping hard as I felt my breath getting shallow, as the scene replayed in my mind faster now, and I started to whimper.

"No, no!" My voice wavered as I felt the hot tears in my eyes.

"Emily, Emily," a voice calls out to me, and I turn my head to see Adrian... Mr Kingsley walking in, more like running towards my bed, and the first thing that I noticed was his face... he was worried... about me?

He gets to me and sits next to me on the chair beside the bed, my tears still running down my face as I vaguely remember him walking into that apartment...

"You were there," I say to him, and he saved me, and I start to cry harder as I think about what would have happened if he didn't come. Where would I be now? What would have happened to me?

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I had fallen asleep again after crying that hard, and when I woke up again, I noticed it was dark outside... How long have I been here?

I look around the room and immediately spot him standing by the window, looking out. I sit up, and that's when I get to observe that I'm not in an ordinary hospital, this looks like someone's private room.

There's expensive-looking carpet on the floor and a fridge by the corner, there's a couch next to the bed I'm sleeping on, there are two doors, one I'm assuming leads to the hallway of the hospital... the other one? Is that the bathroom?

"You're awake," he says and turns to me. I look back at him, he's now turned and his arms are folded, and I notice he's wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. This is the first time I'm seeing him in this attire and he looks—

"You will be discharged tomorrow in the afternoon after the doctor has cleared you, you will be staying with me for a while."

My eyes go wide.

"Staying with you?" I ask, and my voice comes out louder than it should have been...

He walks towards me.

"Yes, Emily, you will be staying with me. Your stuff has already been moved from that dingy place you call a home and to a guest room in my house."

I gulp down nothing.

"I was hoping to look for my own place after getting paid and Mr Sterner also—"

He cuts me off in between.

"I paid the remaining money that you owed that man and everything is sorted out now."

Then he turns to the door and walks to it.

"But why?" I ask... my voice lower now.

He stops at the handle and sighs. I see his back tense a bit, but he doesn't turn to look at me.

"I am a good person, Emily."

Then he's out, leaving me with my thoughts all over the place...

Wait, I'll be living with him? Me and him? In the same house? Calm down, Em, it's not like you will be sharing a bedroom...

I smack my forehead.

Now why did I think about that?

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Adrian

I walked out of that hospital room after dropping that I'm a good person... am I a good person?

I think that depends on how people view me, and so far I have been labelled as one of the ruthless businessmen out there, and cold too. But if I was not a good person, then why did I run to save her, whereas I could've let Patrick take the lead?

My phone rings, taking me out of my thoughts. It's Patrick.

"He gave us a name," he says, and I sigh.

"Who is it?" I ask him, and he goes silent for a moment too long, and that tells me that I will not like the answer that he will give me.

"How about we talk about this when you're here?" he says to me, and I know it's not good.

"Okay, we'll talk when I get done here."

Then I drop the call just as Dr Martin walks up to me.

"She will sleep one more night here, and then you can take her tomorrow after the tests are done," he tells me, and I nod.

"Please make sure bodyguards are on her door or security," I say, and he nods, looking at me straight in the eye.

And I know that look, he's about to ask me something that I will not be able to answer right away.

"Adrian, I asked you who she is?" He repeats that question.

"She's Emily... my new secretary," I reply faster than I expected.

"The last time I saw you running in like that was when Gwen—"

I cut him before he continues.

"Thank you, Dr Martin, I'll see you tomorrow."

I am avoiding this conversation.

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Cynthia Vale is at the comfort of her home, seated at the dining table with a glass of wine. Her feet keep on tapping on the floor, and her eyes keep glancing at her phone.

"It has been a full day now... why hasn't he called?" she murmurs, and her father walks in carrying his laptop bag and his tie loose... long day.

He looks at her for the longest time, and she looks back at him, and she feels her blood going cold bit by bit as her father continues to look at her like she has done something despicable... which she did.

"You have done it, Cynthia. You have destroyed all that I've worked hard for just because you're jealous... you're on your own now, I will not be cleaning after your mess."

Then he walks out of view, leaving her heart beating harder...

She stands up and follows her father.

"What... what happened? What did I do?" she asks.

Her father stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns to look at her over his shoulder.

"I won't be there to save you when he comes for you."

Then he walks up the stairs just as her phone rings on the dining table...

She walks slowly towards it.

Her hands go sweaty as the caller ID reads:

Willard... Tom Willard.p