I pulled myself up, and swung my head in the direction of the sound that I had heard before. “Patrick!” I gasped at the pool of blood not so far from where I was.
Patrick was the one that saved me. He had saved my life—
I looked up to see Nanny Pearl and the rest of the maids coming in our direction.
“Nanny! Nanny, call an ambulance.” I called to her, dragging myself to where Patrick laid.
I couldn’t believe he risked his life for me. Why did he do that? I asked myself, not understanding his reason. I had forgotten all about my ankle that had gotten twisted the moment I fell to the ground. I was only concerned about Patrick. There’s no how I’ll be able to bear it if the father of my child dies too—I sobbed endlessly.
I raised my head as Tricia rushed towards me.
“I’m okay. I’m okay.” I spoke breathlessly, wrapping my arms around her.
I held her tightly. I didn’t know how to tell her that it was her father that was covered in blood.
Gracious Lord, please save Patrick. Please save the father of my child—those were my prayers.
“Your husband will be okay, Mrs…”
“N-Nielsen.” I completed his words, and Tricia looked at me.
“Mum, what are you…?”
“It’s Nielsen, doctor,” I continued. “How is he now?” I wished to know, my voice containing a hint of the panic I still felt, as I was still shaken from the incident—and couldn’t stop blaming myself for being the cause of him getting run down.
What have I done? What was I thinking?
“Doctor, are you really sure he’s going to be okay?”
I looked at Tricia as she asked. Oh, my baby. All this started with your mother. If only I had told you the truth long before now, this wouldn’t have happened?
“Mother, what were you thinking?! Why did you have to rush off like that? What got into you?” her multiple questions came at once.
“Baby, can we please not do this now?” I hoped that she’d listen and stop. “Now’s not a good time.” I went further to say.
I averted my gaze, not wanting any of her problems. “So, what are you saying now, doctor? Are we allowed to see him?” I inquired hastily
And he said, “You can’t do that now, Mrs. Nielsen—oh, and please call me Robert. Doctor Robert.”
I managed a faint smile, as he excused himself and left.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” I arched my brows at my daughter.
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“Ugh! Do you always have to argue with your mother? I mean, seriously, why can’t you just let me rest?”
“Let you rest? Mother?” her eyes glistened with disbelief.
“Yeah, I’m serious here!”
“And I’m serious, too!” her right foot struck the floor. “What was the whole Mrs. Nielsen stuff about?” she stressed, not giving up.
“Baby, come on. Can’t you just let Mommy be for a while? Aren’t you tired yourself?” I faked a yawn as he asked.
“Do you love, Patrick, mother?” her sudden question glued me to the spot.
I was giving her reasons to ask. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have come.
“Well, do you?”
I got up to my feet, not wanting to answer her, and left to her surprise. Lame! But I rather did so than faced what came after.
☆ TRICIA ☆
Mum should better not be in love with that guy. I mean, why would she even think of such? Dad died last year. How is it that she moved on so fast? I still couldn’t believe it.
I felt sorry for Patrick, and also didn’t know why I had some strange feelings about him. Mum seemed down knowing he was in a bad condition, giving me more reasons to believe that their relationship was barley a friendship one, like she claimed it to be.
I got home that day, happy to know nanny was around. I was determined to ask her certain things that I had in mind, and hoped she would give me just what I wanted.
“Do you have any idea who Patrick Nielsen is?”
The smile on her face disappeared, and she dropped the spatula in her hand.
“Nanny, what is it?” I drew closer as she she took her apron off.
“I’m not allowed to say, all right? You can ask your mother. She’ll know more.”
“But Nanny, she wouldn’t say.” I got my arms folded, surprised that she didn’t want to tell me.
“Ask your mother, Tricia. Please!” she tossed the apron on the kitchen chair and left me rooted to the ground.
I must find out what’s going on—I must get to know who this Patrick really is!
Will she ever do?
What will happen when she does?
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