Matthew Grant held up the phone, glanced at the man in the hospital bed, and pushed the door open.
“Who is it?”
“Someone from The Cook family, now married to The Edward family.”
“Well, got it.” He spoke in a low voice with more than a hint of severity under his eyes, “Find out who she is, watch the people at the hotel, don’t let them get away.”
“Yes, President Grant, is my sister-in-law awake yet?”
Charles White turned on the speakerphone so that Paddy next to him could hear the voice.
“Not yet, but the doctor said there is no major damage, she should be waking up soon.”
“Got it, I’ll hang up now then.” Charles White turned his cell phone off and looked sideways at the person next to him, “You heard me, don’t worry about it, she’s fine and has someone with her, so you don’t have to make another trip.”
Paddy didn’t say anything, staring at the departing figure, his eyes darkened.
That person had nothing to do with him, it was his own business to go, and besides he had no idea of giving up Blanca Roach.
The hospital was so quiet that there was hardly any sound to be heard.
Blanca Roach opened her eyes and saw the white ceiling overhead, and with a start, she sat up from the bed with a start.
“Matthew Grant! I, I fell into the water, I fell into the water!”
“I’m here, I’m here, it’s all right.” Matthew Grant hurriedly put down the information in his hand and walked to the bedside at once, circling the person in his arms and hugging him, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
He lowered his head and gently patted the person in his arms, moving carefully, afraid of scaring her again.
“Is there anything uncomfortable?”
Blanca Roach’s body stiffened, her eyes were vacant, and she shook her head mechanically.
In the dream she had been struggling in the water, the suffocating sensation in her lungs enveloped her, almost dying feeling.
And the face that smiled with abandon and arrogance, simply told her to die.
Now she woke up but it was like a foot of weightlessness, but instead it made her more awake.
“Blanca, don’t be afraid, look at me.” Matthew Grant frowned lightly, cupped her face in his hands, looked down at her, and softened his voice, “It’s over, don’t be afraid.”
“Matthew Grant… I’m really scared.”
Blanca Roach slow to now call like a dream woke up red eyes, reached around Matthew Grant’s neck, sobbing and buried into his arms.
“I thought, I’m going to die …”
“No, I won’t let you die, believe me.”
“But you came so late, I couldn’t catch anything in the water again, if only you were there …”
Matthew Grant closed his eyes, hiding the heartache and self-recrimination inside.
He could not see his little woman cry, each sob was like a hit on his heart, ten times more heartbreaking.
“It’s my fault, I’m late, I’m not afraid.”
“It’s a good thing you’re here.”
Blanca Roach cried for a while before calming down, nestled in Matthew Grant’s arms, playing with his hand with a hitch, and said in a jarring voice.
“I’m sorry I made you worry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Matthew Grant’s other hand smoothed her knotted hair out of the way, “Did someone push you down in the morning?”
Blanca Roach’s heart skipped a beat and she raised her eyes to his jawline.
“How do you know that? I’ve only met her a few times, I don’t even know her name.”
“It can’t be that you jumped yourself.” Matthew Grant circled the person tighter and tighter, his eyes sparse became deep and stern, “Since she dared to touch you, it proves that she is clear about the price to pay.”
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