Rescued 5
He stared into the space for a while and inquired.
“Why did you disobey my order and endanger your life and the life of our baby?”
Meanwhile, Olivia, who was already fatigued, was struggling to keep her head above water. She moved away from him when she noticed that she was having the sensation of spinning, and laid her head on the armrest of the chair and mumbled.
“I am sorry, please.”
Now, Denise looked at her and noticed that she was dizzy. He stood up and called.
“Angel, what is the problem?”
Olivia could not respond to his question, but mumbled again.
“I am sorry.”
Denise raised her two legs by placing them on the other armrest of the couch and hastened downstairs to the dining table. He picked a bottle of water and carried her food back to the bedroom.
“Take water.”
He urged as he raised her head from the armrest and made her gulp the water gently. When she had enough, he laid her head back on the armrest.
“Rest, you will be fine.”
Olivia fixed her dim eyes on him and saw some resemblance between him and Louis for the first time. She remembered how Louis gave him water the day she fainted at the school. Now, Denise walked back to the dining table and got the rest of the food. He placed them on the center table and announced.
“We are having our dinner here.”
She nodded in agreement. Then, Denise, who was supposed to be angry with her, began to feed her, and she cooperated, but her mind was not at rest. Then she looked into Denise eyes and called out.
“Hubby.”
Denise paused and looked at her innocent face without responding, but she continued.
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Eat your food first.”
Denise responded and kept feeding her. She took two more spoons and stopped and said in between sobs.
“I am okay. Thank you.”
Unfortunately, Denise lacked how to respond to the situation; he was angry with the woman that he must save her life.
‘I have to concentrate on saving her life first. I can get angry later.’
He advised himself and smiled. He scooped the food and then urged her.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you are okay. Just take more spoons, and you will be okay.”
Olivia saw it as an opportunity to strike a bargain with her husband. She quickly asked.
“Answer me. Are you still mad at me?”
Denise smiled and asked her too.
“Can I ever be mad at my beautiful Angel?”
(Peck)
She gave a dampened smile as she wiped the teardrops that tickled down her cheeks with the back of her hand. Denise, who was emotional at that point, dropped the plate and the spoon on the center table and gave her a reassuring smile before he chided.
“I know you love to cook for me, but it should not be at the detriment of your health. You know you cannot withstand stress for long.”
Those were not the words that Olivia wanted to hear. She pressured on, hoping to get what she wanted.
“Hubby, are you still mad at me?”
She asked with nervousness and Denise noticed that he was responsible for the present stress she was passing through, he put down his guard and answered her question.
“No. I am not. Are you all right?”
She smiled and put her legs down from the armrest. She curled up on his shoulder and gave him a passionate kiss. Denise placed his left hand on her waist and cooperated. When she released him, she apologized again.
“I am sorry, hubby.”
He looked at her, gave her a peck and requested.
“Promise me you will be careful with our baby.”
“I promise. I will not disobey you again.”
He made her to lie on his laps and continued.
“If you joke with your health, you will bring trouble to yourself and the people around you. Did you get that?”
“I got it.”
(Peck)
“That is good. Meanwhile, thank you for the delicious meal.”
Olivia smiled and accepted his appreciation as she got off his laps.
“You are welcome. I am happy you love it.”
They ate their food silently until Denise broke the silence.
“How is your online school going?”
“It is progressing. I will use this month for publicity and I will take off the coming month.”
“That is good. Concentrate on that and ensure you have enough rest.”
“I have taken note.”
“Has mom sent the details of your aunts wedding?”
“Not yet. I will remind her.”
Tuesday Morning – The Government Hospital
The depressed Lorene Walker drove into the hospital looking pale as a result of a sleepless night. She could not figure out how she ended up with another man instead of the Chairman of the Bailey International Conglomerates. Now, the right person to discuss her plight with was Evelyn Whyte. So, she parked her car at the staff car park and walked hurriedly to Evelyn’s office. To her consternation, her office was locked. Then, she looked at her time and exclaimed.
“Oh! She will be late to work today.”
Then, she walked dejectedly to her office and sat on her seat. She wondered over the event of the past week and a thought flashed through her mind.
“How am I sure of the number that Nichole gave to me? Fool, she must have given me another person’s number. I need to see her, now.”
She got up from her seat and took off to Nichole’s office. Then, Mrs. Zoey Bailey, who had recovered fully from her ill health, was going through the files on the shelves hoping to get the right file for her work for the day when Lorene Walker barged in. Before she could turn to see who walked in, she saw a hand coming over to her face for a slap.
“You idiot, you gave me the wrong person’s contact.”
Before Lorene’s hand could get to Zoey’s face, she grabbed it, shook her vigorously and left her. Then, she slumped on the floor and got up immediately before she charged at Zoey. In self-defense, Zoey pushed her backward and she hit her head on the wall. At that moment, the janitor, who was coming to assist Zoey walked in only to see Lorene Walker on the floor and a blood stain on the wall. She covered her mouth with her two hands and looked at the overwrought Zoey as she screamed.
“Quick, get the emergency.”
The janitor ran out of the office while Mrs. Zoey dialed the emergency number and within a few minutes, the janitor arrived with two staff members from the emergency unit with a wheeled stretcher. They lifted Lorene from the floor and placed her on the stretcher before they left without questions.
Now, some patients, who were already seated at the waiting room and some staff members, were gobsmacked when they saw the emergency unit staff wheel a patient who was covered with white clothes to the Intensive Care Unit.
Then, Mrs. Zoey Bailey, who had incurred suffering for Nichole’s sake, took a deep breath and looked around the littered office while the janitor remained standing wondering what must have happened.
“Gather the files and tidy up the place. I will be back.”
She instructed the janitor before she walked out of the office and headed for the Superior’s office.
At the Barracks – Tuesday
Mr. Stephen Bailey woke up that morning very upset for many reasons. He could not lay his finger on the claims of the beggars, the indigents, and the buskers. Neither could he explain how Nichole, who he abducted, turn out to be Mr. Oscar Bailey’s wife.
“How could the money meant for these people be in my hand? I believe it was a case of mistaken identity.”
Apart from that, Lorene’s silence was killing him. It was unlike her. He checked his phone for a response to his message, but he saw none. He smiled and muttered.
“She must have been angry with me. I will check her after the meeting at the barracks.”
Now, Mr. Brown Bailey was at the barracks at 7 am because of the meeting with Barrister Guidance and the Family Heads on behalf of Mr. Stephen Bailey. As the head of his family, he knew what to expect from the other family heads, but he was prepared for them.
“Good morning to you, our Patriarch.”
“Good morning, Brown. How are you?”
“As you can see, I am good. What about you?”
“I could not catch a sleep last night because of today’s meeting.”
“It is expected. We cannot run away from our responsibilities.”
“You are right. If those ahead of us had run away from theirs, who knows where we would have been by now.”
“You are right.”
Then, the scumbag, Stephen, walked in and greeted.
“Good morning, our Patriarch. Good morning, my family head.”
The two elders looked at him searchingly. They did not bother to respond to his greeting nor glimpse at him. The Patriarch ordered without looking at his face.
“Wait in the hall.”
“Thank you, our Patriarch.”
The momentarily repentant Stephen said as he walked to the hall at the courtyard and took his seat. He watched the family heads trickling in gradually before the Patriarch and his family head joined. Then, at 7:55 am, the barrister drove in with his secretary. When they got into the hall, he greeted and introduced himself.
“Good morning, elders. I am Barrister Guidance, the counsel to Mr. Arthur Bailey’s family.”
“Good morning, Barrister.”
The family heads responded simultaneously to the twenty-seven years old lawyer who had created a suitable position for himself in the law industry, and the Patriarch ushered him to the funny-looking table at the hall’s stage.
“You are welcome. Please take your seat.”
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