Chapter 59 Apologizing in Person
Rachel pursed her pale lips, her eyes narrowing a bit. "I fell, but it wasn't just a simple fall," she said.
John's brow furrowed with concern. "Rachel, are you suspecting something?" he asked.
Rachel nodded, looking serious. "I fell because when I came out of the stall, I stepped on something slippery. Right when I fell, I smelled a fragrance, probably from a body wash or something."
John's eyes widened. "Why would there be body wash in front of your stall?"
Rachel shook her head slowly. "I have no idea."
John rubbed his chin, thinking. "Could it be that someone accidentally dropped the body wash, and it spilled in front of your stall, and you just happened to step on it?"
Rachel squinted slightly, her voice steady. "It's possible, but the chances are slim."
John's curiosity grew. "Why?"
Rachel tilted her head and looked at him, her gaze steady. "Because while I was showering, I didn't hear anything fall."
John's face darkened as he realized. "So, someone deliberately poured body wash in front of your stall."
He suddenly stood up, fists clenched. "It must be Mandy. In this resort, we only have two enemies, her and Michael. Michael couldn't have entered the women's bath, so it must be Mandy."
Rachel's grip on her cup tightened, her knuckles turning white. "It was her. When you called me last night, she was there too. She must have overheard that I was going to the shower room and followed me."
John's chest heaved with anger, his voice rising. "That woman is a snake. We need to call the police. This can't go unpunished!" He pulled out his phone.
Rachel stopped him, her voice calm but firm. "It's useless. There's no surveillance in the shower room. We can't prove she poured the body wash. Even if we find out the body wash on the floor matches hers, she can claim it was an accident. We can't convict her."
John frowned deeply, frustration in his eyes. "With all options off the table, what should we do?"
Rachel pondered for a moment, her gaze distant. "It's impossible to get her in trouble unless we get a recording of her admitting she intentionally hurt me, everything else is futile."
John smirked, a plan forming in his mind. "That's easy. I'll find someone to scare her with a recording device. She'll definitely confess."
Just as Rachel was about to respond, the doorbell rang.
John walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"
When he opened it, Michael and Mandy were standing outside.
Mandy smiled slightly at John, her demeanor polite. "Mr. Davis."
John's face immediately darkened, and he spoke rudely, "What are you doing here?"
Michael's gaze fell on him, his voice steady. "We're here to see Rachel. Is she inside?"
John was dressed exactly the same as last night, indicating he had spent the night in Rachel's room. Michael narrowed his eyes, thinking about Rachel and John being alone in a room, feeling inexplicably irritated.
"John, who is it?" Rachel's weak voice came from inside the room.
John didn't hide it from her. Looking at the couple in front of him, he called out loudly. "Mr. Smith and Miss Brown, they're here to see you."
The room was silent for a few seconds before Rachel's voice sounded again. "Let them in."
John reluctantly stepped aside, his expression hard.
"Thank you," Mandy nodded and smiled at him, linking arms with Michael as they walked in.
John rolled his eyes and closed the door, following them inside.
Rachel was leaning against the headboard, wearing a loose nightgown, her head wrapped in bandages, her face pale, looking very fragile.
For some reason, seeing her like this made Michael feel a twinge of pity. He subconsciously asked gently, "How are you?"
Rachel looked at him in surprise and smiled faintly. "Mr. Smith, are you concerned about me?"
Mandy immediately tightened her grip on Michael's arm, her face tense.
Michael, realizing his unusual attitude toward Rachel, pressed his lips together and returned to his usual cold tone. "Visiting an injured person and offering appropriate greetings is normal and polite," he said.
In other words, he was just being polite, not showing concern.
Mandy finally relaxed and let go of Michael's arm, giving Rachel a smug look.
Before Rachel could react, John stepped in front of her, his eyes blazing. "If you keep looking at Rachel with those disgusting eyes, I'll gouge them out," he snapped.
"You wouldn't dare!" Mandy bit her lip, her voice trembling.
John laughed menacingly. "Try me!"
He moved toward Mandy.
Mandy turned pale and quickly hid behind Michael, grabbing his suit jacket. "Michael, save me!" she cried, her voice trembling.
Michael hooked one arm around Mandy and blocked John with the other, his face dark. "John, don't go too far," he warned.
John laughed like he had heard a joke. "Mr. Smith, let me tell you something. Don't go too far yourself. You only see what I did to your woman, but you don't see what she did to Rachel. If you're that blind, you might as well donate your eyes."
Rachel, watching from the bed, couldn't help but laugh and gave him a thumbs up.
Seeing her gesture, Michael frowned deeply, feeling uncomfortable. What did she mean? Was she also mocking him?
"Enough. This is my room, and I'm still injured. If you have something to say, say it quickly and leave. I need to rest," Rachel demanded, her voice growing impatient.
Michael pressed his lips together, his tone serious. "We're here to apologize."
Rachel exchanged a glance with John, both of them skeptical.
Michael pulled Mandy out from behind him, his voice firm. "Last night, you fell because Mandy accidentally spilled body wash on the floor."
Mandy bowed to Rachel, her face full of guilt. "Ms. Williams, I'm really sorry," she apologized.
Rachel looked at her quietly, her expression cold. "Was it really an accident?" she asked, her eyes boring into Mandy's.
Mandy straightened up and met her gaze, which seemed to see through her. Panicking, she quickly lowered her eyes and replied nervously, "Yes, really."
John sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. "Really? That body wash was clearly poured on purpose!"
Mandy's eyes reddened, her voice trembling. "I didn't; Ms. Williams, please believe me. I really didn't!"
John looked at her with contempt. "Enough, we don't believe you. And I want to know, why didn't you say anything about Rachel's fall being your fault last night, but now you're admitting it?" he questioned.
Mandy lowered her head, her voice small. "Because I didn't realize Ms. Williams' fall was my fault last night. It wasn't until after you carried her away that I saw the body wash on the floor and realized it, so I came to apologize," she clarified.
Rachel's eyes narrowed, her voice icy. "You had to come quickly to apologize, or you were afraid it would be harder to deal with later."
Mandy's expression stiffened, her voice shaky. "What do you mean, Ms. Williams?"
Michael and John also looked at her, their expressions curious.
Rachel glanced at Mandy's increasingly uneasy face and sneered, "You know what I mean. You guessed I would suspect you first when I woke up. You were afraid I would make a big deal out of it, leading to uncontrollable consequences, so you wanted to use the excuse of an accident to resolve it."
John laughed angrily, his voice rising. "So that's your plan? If you think you can resolve it like this, let me tell you, it's not happening!"
Michael, who had been silent, knew this wouldn't be easily resolved. He stepped forward and looked at Rachel, his expression serious. "Then what do you want?" he asked.
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