Seeing my hands bleeding, the bodyguards were anxious.
They called Toby again. He seemed driving, “No matter what happens, don’t get off the car!”
The bodyguard said, “Clara’s hands are bleeding. She looks pale. There’s something wrong with her.”
Silence on the other end, Toby said in seconds, “Hang in there!”
I felt breathless to hear the noise.
Someone shouted outside, “Clara, Why do you hide? You are so wanton that your fetus is killed. Dare you admit that? You have done so many evil things. Are you being scared?”
Vicious people acted with no moral baseline. I believed those who talked nonsense would be ghosts with their tongues cut after dying.
But when they were alive, they would say whatever they wanted to, even if without evidence, to slander a person they didn’t know.
The vicious words made me quiver. I almost lost control.
Seeing me unwell, one of the bodyguards said, “I get off to handle them.”
Then he opened the door.
The reporters had surrounded the car for a long while, and what they were waiting for was someone opening the door.
It was impossible to close it.
Countless cameras started clicking as if they were shooting every pore in my face. They wouldn’t miss any moment to record for making stories.
“Clara, I think we need to get off the car.” The bodyguards couldn’t keep calm anymore.
I was guarded, but those vicious reporters wouldn’t let me go.
The road was blocked.
Numerous cameras were pointed at me. I heard queries as well as abuse as if they were going to use Spanish Inquisition on me.
I had been exposed to the public.
My phone in the pocket began to vibrate constantly. It was Dennis who called me.
Reaching to take out my phone, I stumbled accidentally, with the phone dropping nowhere. Bodyguards helped me to my feet.
I was in a panic. Being surrounded by so many people made me scared. I didn’t know how I looked now, but absolutely in a bad way.
Toby came with dozens of bodyguards to force our way through the crowd.
Ignoring what they were saying, I lowered my head. Dennis had protected me from being exposed to the public for a long time, but his efforts seemed wasted.
Besides, here showed up Toby, Dennis’ personal assistant, who must be clear about his boss’ life.
Someone shouted, “Toby Rollins, the George Group has competed with the Gibson Group for years. Are they for the lady beside you?”
Toby didn’t say anything, escorting me through the crowd.
There were still many people shouting. I heard someone ask, “Clara, How many years have you had an affair with the two men? I hear you have a child. Is her Dennis’ or Hank’s?”
What the reporter asked was totally slanderous remarks which brought me up short.
I drew up, repressing my wrath. Toby frowned and said, “We must leave.”
“Bang!” The door was closed, with noise blocked out.
Toby directly took me to M Villas in the eastern suburbs which was a city away.
Getting off the car, Toby led me to the bedroom. He said, “The doctor will come soon. You can take a bath. I ask servants to prepare some food.”
Then he left immediately.
It had been winter in City P. I felt cold to the bone.
In the dressing room had settled modest luxury clothes of the latest style.
Taking out a set of clothes, I went into the bathroom. It was after a long while that I felt warm. Lying on the bed, I was still thinking of what had happened just now.
My head ached, and the door was opened. Dennis looked serious.
A doctor followed behind him. Dennis said to the doctor, “Check if she hurts.” Then he looked at Toby, “Go make ginger tea. It can warm the body.”
Toby nodded and left.
Dennis walked to me to hug me in his arms. He didn’t say anything but embraced me tight.
The doctor opened his medical kit, and said to me, “Mrs. George, I need to check your injuries.”
With hesitation, I lifted the skirt, exposing the bruises on my knees.
Dennis looked at the doctor, “Go easy. She fears pain.”
The doctor nodded. He pressed the bruises and asked, “Does it hurt?”
I shook my head, “It’s bearable.” I just stumbled, which was not a big deal.
The doctor put some ointment on my knees, then he gave Dennis an ointment box, “Apply this twice a day and rest for some days.”
Dennis nodded and asked Toby to send the doctor out.
He was still embracing me tightly.
I knew he was worrying me. The longer he kept silent, the more guilty he felt.
I pulled at his sleeve, “Dennis, I haven’t eaten dinner.”
I was indeed hungry after the farce.
Affectionately soft eyes on me, he smiled, asking in a husky voice, “What would you like to eat?”
“All is fine.” I was hungry but didn’t know what to eat.
With a kiss on my forehead, he tucked me up.
After he left, I sighed. What happened today might make more trouble for his company.
Feeling thirsty, I got up. The injuries were just scratches that were not hurt.
Going downstairs to get some water, I saw Dennis and Toby in the kitchen. Their tall and slim figures were indeed attractive.
Something was being cooked. Dennis was washing vegetables and Toby was doing him a favor. They seemed talking.
I came closer to get a bottle.
“How did they know where Clara was?” Dennis asked.
I stood, looking at them.
They were dealing with food and didn’t notice me.
Toby finished washing the food, “Clara met Miss Pearson in the hospital.”
“Miss Pearson?” Dennis was puzzled.
“Nova.”
Staring at the food on the gas burner, he looked serious, “What happened?”
“It seemed that they quarreled there,” Toby said. He paused for a moment, then said, “I hear Nova insulted Clara.”