Chapter 57 Rachel's Not Dead
The three of them were glued to the surveillance footage, watching Rachel and John enter the spa about an hour and a half ago. But Rachel hadn't come out since. So, she had to still be in there.
"I'll go check the spa!" John said, bolting out the door.
Mandy glanced at Michael and whispered, "Michael, should we go too?"
Michael frowned, "Yeah, we're going. John thinks Rachel's disappearance might be linked to you. We need to clear your name. Let's go."
Mandy gave a small smile, "Alright, I'll follow your lead."
When they got to the spa entrance, John was already arguing with the security guard.
"Sir, I've told you, the spa is closed now, and there's no one inside," the guard said, blocking John's way.
John scratched his head, about to argue more, when a scream from inside the spa grabbed everyone's attention.
A cleaning lady came running out, looking terrified and muttering to herself.
The security guard grabbed her, "What's wrong?"
The cleaning lady was shaking, "There's a dead body!"
Everyone froze. "What?"
She pointed inside with a trembling hand, "In the women's shower room, there's a dead body!"
"Rachel!" John shouted, his face changing as he rushed into the spa.
Michael and the security guard quickly followed. Michael's face was grim, the atmosphere heavy. He thought, 'Rachel dead? No way. This has to be a prank, right?'
Michael clenched his jaw, his heart aching, making his breathing uneven.
Mandy noticed his change in mood, secretly resenting it but letting her eyes fill with tears, sobbing, "Michael, how could Ms. Williams, so young, meet such a fate?"
She acted all sad about Rachel's death, but where no one could see, she smirked. 'This is actually good news. With Rachel gone, I've got nothing to worry about.'
They reached the shower room, ignoring the "No Men Allowed" sign, and went in. Inside, they saw Rachel lying on the ground with a pool of blood under her head.
It took John a moment to react, his steps stiff as he walked toward Rachel.
Michael stood at the door, his eyes locked on Rachel's pale face, his hands clenching unconsciously. It really was Rachel! She was really dead! At that moment, Michael felt like he had lost something very important, his heart aching.
Just then, John's excited voice rang out, "She's alive, Rachel's not dead, she's still breathing!"
Mandy's smile froze, her eyes filled with disbelief. Rachel wasn't dead?
Michael stared at John, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, Rachel is still alive," John responded excitedly, his fingers under Rachel's nose, clearly feeling her faint breath.
The security guard sighed in relief and looked at the cleaning lady disapprovingly, "She's not dead. Why did you say she was?"
The cleaning lady looked upset, "I saw her lying on the ground with blood under her. I got scared and thought she was dead."
The security guard was speechless. Mandy also glared at the cleaning lady angrily, thinking it was her false alarm that had disappointed her. And Rachel had slipped on the shower gel she had spilled; why didn't Rachel just die from the fall?
Afraid her thoughts might show, Mandy quickly composed herself and smiled, "That's great, Ms. Williams isn't dead. This is really good news, right, Michael?"
Michael didn't respond, heading straight for John and Rachel. John was gently shaking Rachel, trying to wake her up.
Seeing John's lack of medical knowledge, Michael got a bit angry. He grabbed John's collar and pulled him away from Rachel.
"You bastard, what are you doing?" John shouted.
Michael shot him a cold look, "She's in a deep coma. You can't wake her up like this, and her head's injured. Shaking her will only make it worse and cause more bleeding. If you don't want her to die, call a doctor now."
John was stunned for a second, then frustratedly hit himself. Damn, he was too impulsive to even think of calling a doctor.
John quickly pulled out his phone and called the hotel.
Michael crouched down, gently lifting Rachel's head to rest on his lap. He tore a strip of fabric from his shirt to use as a bandage, wrapping Rachel's head wound to stop the bleeding. His eyes were filled with pain and tenderness he didn't even realize.
Mandy saw this, and her eyes turned red, but she couldn't stop him. She knew that if she did, she'd look petty.
John finished the call and urged, "The hotel said they've arranged for a doctor to go to Rachel's room. We can take her there now."
Michael tied the bandage and picked Rachel up.
Seeing this, John put his phone back in his pocket and extended his hands. "Give Rachel to me," he demanded, his voice firm.
"No, your earlier actions show you're not fit to take care of her," Michael retorted coldly, his grip on Rachel unwavering.
John's face flushed with anger, a cold laugh escaping his lips. "If I'm not fit, are you, Mr. Smith? Don't forget, you and Rachel are divorced. I'm her boyfriend now."
Mandy stepped forward, gently pulling Michael's sleeve and persuading him softly, "Michael, Mr. Davis is Ms. Williams' boyfriend. You should give her to him. I'm sure he will take good care of her."
Michael's grip on Rachel tightened, but he eventually let go, handing Rachel over with a sullen face.
John took Rachel into his arms and snorted at Michael, carrying her and turning to leave.
Watching them leave, Michael felt even more irritated, clenching his fists. But then he noticed a sticky feeling in his palm. Opening his hand, he saw not only Rachel's blood but also an unknown liquid.
The liquid had a faint fragrance. Michael rubbed it, and it foamed like shampoo or shower gel. He must have gotten it from Rachel when he touched her.
Thinking this, Michael looked at the spot where Rachel had fainted and saw a similar puddle of liquid.
Michael sighed inwardly, 'Rachel even managed to spill her toiletries and slip on them. How clumsy!'
"Michael, they have left. Let's go back too," Mandy said, holding his arm.
Michael lifted his arm, pulling it away, saying, "I need to wash my hands first."
He walked to the sink, washing off the blood and shower gel before leaving the spa.
Back in the room, Mandy handed Michael a bathrobe and suggested, "Michael, you got blood on you while bandaging Ms. Williams. How about taking a shower?"
Michael intended to shower anyway. He took the bathrobe and went into the bathroom, puzzled by the familiar scent in the air.
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