A solution
**Enrico**
The solution to the deadlock was clear, but I wasn't willing to insist on Rachel once again, hoping that she would understand what the best option was at that moment. Nevertheless, I touched Rachel's arm to reiterate the proposal.
"I agree with Rachel, Lindsay," I said. "You shouldn't go back to that apartment, and indeed, you have a choice."
Lindsay looked at me with a confused expression, so Rachel explained more clearly what we were trying to convey.
"We received a job offer from Enrico," she said. "He needs two people to help him with his father's care and offered us these positions."
"That's right, Lindsay," I quickly confirmed. "Since the job requires us to stay in the same house as my father, if you both accept, you'll need to travel with me to London."
There was a noticeable transformation in Lindsay's face. Where there was once sadness and despair, there was now joy and vitality.
"Taking care of your father, Enrico?" Ryan questioned, furrowing his brow. "Are you sure that's really a good idea? As for Lindsay, I believe she can fit into what you need. But Rachel has no experience in that regard."
Rachel looked at her brother with great irritation, and I felt my blood boil again seeing the bandage covering her entire face. I hated the fact that the criminal who caused that was still free, which was a complete absurdity. I momentarily forgot the main topic of the conversation until I heard Lindsay intervene in the tense exchange of glances between the siblings.
"I don't know anything about taking care of people, but I can learn, Ryan!" Rachel retorted in an inflexible tone. "What I can't do is continue without a place to go or something to live on. At least until I can... figure something else out."
Even without stating it explicitly, the "something else" that Rachel hoped to figure out could only pertain to marrying a wealthy husband who would support her and indulge all her tastes and desires, which irritated me greatly.
"You're right, Rachel," Lindsay interjected. "I can teach you! And I know you're right, and I shouldn't go back to my apartment, so this proposal from Enrico came at an opportune time."
Lindsay seemed almost euphoric, wringing her hands together in a display of understandable nervousness, given the current context. Ryan still appeared hesitant about my proposal but chose not to make further comments on the matter, opting to remain silent, though his expression and gestures betrayed his displeasure.
"So, I believe we need to discuss the details of my proposal and start organizing everything for the trip," I continued. "I need to get to London as soon as possible."
The girls promptly agreed with my words, something unusual coming from Rachel, but I understood that she was still in shock due to the recent events. Ryan bid us farewell and walked toward his car, visibly displeased. However, I didn't care. I was following my heart, and despite understanding that Rachel might not deserve what we were doing for her, I was willing to move forward with the feelings she had stirred in me since the first moment I saw her at the nightclub where we met.
"Can we go?" I asked the two girls in my car after we agreed to head to my suite in the hotel where I was staying.
They agreed, and after discussing all the details we considered important, such as salaries, working hours, and their respective roles, I planned to pick up Rachel's luggage at the hotel after settling her outstanding debt, which would be deducted from her salary. Lindsay, on the other hand, would be waiting for a friend and neighbor from the building who would take care of some of her most important personal belongings.
After negotiating with an extremely unfriendly and rude hotel manager to settle Rachel's debt, her bags were released. After dropping her off again at my hotel, I went to visit my father.
After days of unsuccessful attempts to get him to eat and follow his routine in the nursing home, I confided in Sarah, who ended up convincing me to bring my father closer to me in London so he could experience a bit of my daily life.
However, this required hiring trustworthy individuals to care for Joseph more attentively, not just for household tasks as we already had. We needed someone to accompany him and assist with his meal times and other activities necessary for his well-being, especially when I was traveling for competitions.
I was combining business with pleasure, and given the context, I believed I was doing what was right. Lindsay was a good girl who got involved in the mess because of Rachel. It wasn't her fault that the thug concluded Rachel was wealthy and an easy target.
I couldn't say whether my father would agree with my idea and the way I found to deal with his food strike and need for socialization, but it was the best solution I had.
After hastily and last-minute organizing everything, we took a flight on the same day and traveled to London in first class. Joseph and Rachel maintained serious expressions, not exchanging a single word with anyone around. Meanwhile, Lindsay and I talked about various topics, and I confirmed once again that she might not have much life experience, but above all, she was a good person.
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