40

Ethan was at home. He looked so feeble and disturbed. He was in his study room thinking. He did not recognize the figure in front of his glass, knocking.
"Ethan," his nanny called out to him.
He was busy in his thoughts, so he did not hear her. She knocked aggressively on the glass door, if she was not careful, the glass door would have cracked.
He cleared his throat, immediately after realizing that someone was knocking at the door.
"Come in," he said after some seconds.
His nanny opened the door and walked in.
"Do you have any idea that you are disturbing my privacy?" He asked, looking a bit annoyed.
"Say whatever you have to say and leave at once. If it is because of dinner, do not bother yourself, I shall eat when I feel like it," he added.
Nanny Feng looked at him for a while. She noticed his sadness and guilt.
"I know I am not in the position to speak to you or ask you any questions but I can not help my conscience by keeping my words in," his nanny spoke softly to him.
Ethan pretended to be impressed. "This means that you want to help your conscience, right?"
His nanny nodded her head to his question.
He gestured to her to sit down. "Sit over here."
"I can not sit with you," his nanny declined.
"Why can't you? I understand that I am a wicked and cruel human being but that does not mean you should be scared of me, to the extent of not wanting to sit with me. So I humbly request that you sit down and have a little discussion with me."
Nanny Feng nodded and sat down beside him.
"So go on Mrs. Feng, tell me what it is that bothers you and your conscience."
"I am sorry Than but your father called on the phone.....
"Stop panicking and go straight to the point, stop beating around the bush. It's my time you are wasting," he said to her, his voice deep.
"He asked about you and your wife, Mrs. Agnes," the words staggered out of her mouth.
"And what was your response to his question?" Ethan inquired, his voice becoming deeper.
"I pretended as though there was a network problem and disconnected the call at once. I came over to you to ask what I should say to him. Your father is out on a business trip and I him get worked up about all this. This is the first time that I will have to tell a lie to your father."
Ethan stood up, thinking hard on what to do. "When he calls again, tell him the whole truth and I mean nothing but the truth. Tell him that I have divorced her and I have sent her home," he said to her.
"What!" Nanny Feng exclaimed. "Do you really want your father to die of heart attack? Have you no conscience anymore?" She added.
He contemplated on her words, he knew what she was trying to say to him.
He turned to her, "if he calls again, tell him that Agnes has gone on a holiday to her orphanage home and tell him that she will be back once I have arranged our honey moon trip."
"But bear in mind that my father will still find out the truth and you will have to face his wrath," he said to her.
Nanny Feng stood up, "I do not mind facing your father's wrath but sir I am your sorry to ask, what really happened between you and Mrs. Agnes? Everywhere seems so lonely without her."
Ethan gave her an angry, deep stare. In the blow of a whistle the expression was gone.
"Whitney was my wife and not your yours, whatever happened should not be a matter of concern to you. Whether she lives or dies, you do not hold any existence in her life. You have been employed here, only as a guardian and not as a mother to the household of these family. If you are tired of working here, you can leave. Besides you have nothing to offer anymore," he said out those harsh words to his nanny, someone who had been there for him, ever since his mother's departure.
Nanny Feng swallowed all of his insults, he was more of a son to her anyways.
"Why are you doing this to yourself, Than? In reality you might be mean to everyone in this universe but within yourself, you truly know that you are the one hurting because of your actions. At least listen to me for the sake of my love to you, listen to your heart for once and not your head. Please go back and bring Mrs. Whitney from wherever you have sent her, for the sake of your father and the love which she had for you. Do not crash your wonderful marriage because of little misunderstandings between the two of you. From my very short period with your wife, I could tell that she is a very good girl and she respects you a lot. I and and your dad used to think that the only person who had the power to liberate us from your suffering was your wife, because it's believed that it takes only a wife to dig deep to the part of her husband. It was only Whitney who understood you, more than you even understand yourself. You have created a bond and it is not going to be easy to break it," his nanny carefully cautioned him.
"When you are through with your bickering, you may leave. One more thing, today I am letting you go with your tongue, just to please your conscience. Next time I may not be to kind to let you walk through that door with your tongue in place," he threatened her, pointing at the door for her to leave.
His nanny looked at him. "Thank you," she said and began to head for the door.
"Nanny Feng call my father, if he does not call you. Remember to be sensible and straight forward when answering his questions. Be smart," he reminded her.
She nodded and left his study room.
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Clinton slowly opened the door and came out of his car. He rushed to the commotion and began to struggle his way in.
"Excuse me, I am the person that hit her, allow me to take her to the hospital before she dies."
When he finally made his way through the crowd he was shocked when he saw it was Agnes that his car had hit. She was lying unconscious.
What had he done? He admitted it was his fault, then he carried her in his hands and went for his car.
When he got to his car, he dropped her at the back seat of the car.
"Is she your wife?" A woman from the crowd asked.
"No," he answered.
"Do you know her?" She asked again.
"Yes," was all Clinton could say.
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As for Marcus he found his way back home.
He feared for the worst, all he could pray for was that Agnes never regained consciousness, if not she was going to tarnish his image.
At that moment he realized that his father's words did make sense.
"Women are men's greatest problem."
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