Chapter 48 Confrontation

Clinton had a lengthy dream.
In the dream, big fire was on.
Sandra was in the crimson dress against the fire. She was floating without even the wind, and looked at him, expressionless.
For some reason he knew she wouldn't forgive him that time.
He had a long journey in order to get closer to her but it seemed that there was a hard and heavy air wall between them. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't work.
"Sandra!"
Clinton woke up from the dream, gasped, then he saw the doctor who was relieved suddenly.
"Thank God, you are finally awake. The wound was so close to the artery. You know you slept for complete three days..."
Clinton could feel his heart was pounding, and didn't want to hear more. He dragged his collar and asked with sharp eyes.
"Where is Sandra?!"
In his dream, she was so real.
" Mrs. Green? Didn't you say to send her to the hospital..."
When the doctor was answering puzzled, the butler came into stumbling from the outside.
"Sir! Sir... A call from the hospital said Mrs. Green's room was on fire! The door was locked from inside, so that they could open it!"
...
The car was racing at the highest speed.
Clinton pressed the steering wheel while teeth gritted, and pressed the engine again.
The wound at his chest was broken due to his violent action, and he could feel the warm fluid was flowing out of it.
But he had only one thought regardless.
Sandra was waiting for him.
When he arrived, the fire was under control, and all the people were dispatched from the building. Messes and fog everywhere.
He closed the door, stumbling.
He walked to the fire fighters in stumble.
"The patient in the room escape by herself before we broke in. No casualties."
No casualties... No causalities...
The tension in his heart loosened, and then he felt sudden weakness at his kneels while his eyes were looking down anxiously.
He couldn't locate the familiar person in the huge crowd.
Sandra, where are you?
At that time the phone in his pocket rang at the wrong time.
It was from Charlize's no.
He didn't answer it several times but it kept on ringing.
Suddenly a possibility came to his mind and then he answered, squinting his eyes. In a second his tone was ice cold.
"Was it you who set the fire in the hospital?"
On the other side of the phone, only faint breath could be heard.
Just as he ran out of his patience, a light smile sounded.
The voice...
That smiling voice grabbed immediately his attention, and his hand snatched the protection bars so hard that the wound at his should started to bleed.
"Sandra?"
God knows how much he tried to control himself in order to keep his voice normal enough not to frighten her.
""Sir."
Sandra's voice was calm and sober, which made his heart sink.
"Are you... clear?"
"Yes."
She admitted without hesitation. Her tone was cold for some reason, which was totally different from before.
"I remember a lot of things, like the elder Mr. Green murdered my father, you killed my baby, and your woman who killed my brother besides trying many times to get rid of me..."
She spoke slowly but every word made his heart ache more.
There was an interesting flavor in her slow talk.
"You are right. It is her who set the fire trying to kill me... But now, she knew she was wrong, didn't she?"
The phone was handed over so that Clinton could hear Charlize's screaming out of terror.
"Clinton, help me! This woman is insane. She wants to kill me! hmmm...hmmm!"
Immediately her mouth was stuffed and Sandra sighed as if she felt pity for her.
"Unfortunately, you can't see her expression now...it is incredibly brilliant."
Sandra had never been a soft person.
When she was with him fighting for the new territory, she could even stab the knife into someone's chest while smiling.
But as she was with him for so long, blindly waiting for his affection, which made him forget what she was originally.
Clinton was scared while listening to Charlize's screaming, so that there was even blood taste at his throat, as he was afraid, she would do something acute.
"Sandra, tell me where you are!"
He thought to himself that he knew finally the gingerly taste of falling in love with someone.
She made him pay back for all he did before, completely.