Capítulo 7: Kelly's Bag
"Hello miss, wake up!" Rowan said, pressing his hands on her chest.
"Call an ambulance," He turned to the crowd, adding more pressure to his hands.
Lydia jerked up, vomiting water from her mouth while Rowan patted her back.
"Thank goodness she is awake, are you okay miss" He asked her.
Lydia looked around, she did not remember anything at that point.
'What am I doing here and who are these people? ' She thought.
Then she caught the sight of someone leaving the scene, that person was familiar to her
She did not know why but she felt a connection to that person. A faint memory came to her- That person yelling at her.
The picture became clearer, he was her ex-husband.
A woman went after her ex-husband.
"Kelly" was the first word that came out of her mouth.
"You say?" Rowan asked her, unsure of what he heard.
Seeing Kelly brought back every memory from when her ex-husband cheated on her with Kelly, buying her things, and even sleeping with her on their matrimonial bed to Kelly pushing her in the pool.
"That bitch!" She sweared, clenching her first.
Rowan shifted away to avoid being hit by her, she was visibly angry and might hit anything.
The ambulance came and Rowan went with them.
Back at the Zander mansion, Mrs. Zander was worried that her daughter had not returned home.
"Why are you disturbing yourself, she is not a kid," Mr. Zander said, reading his company reports.
"Don't say that, it's been six hours since she left, why isn't she back yet?" She stood up from the chair.
"Maybe she decided to stay in her in-laws' house" Mr. Zander shrugged, adjusted his eyeglasses, and punched in some buttons on the calculator.
"Ex-in-laws," Mrs.Zander rolled her eyes at her husband.
"Even if she wanted to stay, she would have informed us as her parents," She paced around the room and then charged at her husband, frustrated by his bothered attitude.
"We are talking about your daughter here, and all you care about right now is your business!"
"Well, money must be made." He said without glancing at her.
"Ugh, you are unbelievable!" She left, slamming the door hand after her.
"Tsk tsk, women and unnecessary worries" Mr. Zander nodded his head.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Secretary Aaron, send the names of the shareholders and their investment"
"Yes, to my email address, thank you" He hung up.
"Now where was I?"
At the hospital, Lydia was given medication and was told to rest.
The next day, Lydia woke up to see a man on a chair beside her bed.
"Mm, hello" She called out to the man but he was fast asleep as he didn't sleep at night because he was watching her.
"Mister".She stretched her hands but couldn't reach him.
"Wakie, wakie"
When he didn't wake up, She sighed.
Then she stood up and tapped him on his arm.
Rowan opened his eyes, he stretched his body yawning.
"Hey, you are awake," He said.
"Yeah," Lydia shrugged.
"I'm glad" He smiled.
"Mm… excuse me, do I know you?" She crossed her arms.
"I was the one who brought you to the hospital, I got you out of the pool, remember?"
"Pool? Oh, you were the one who…"
"Yes," he nodded.
"I'm so sorry for being rude, I don't know you were the one" She slightly bowed her head.
"No it's okay, how are you feeling?" He quickly got up and helped her to sit.
"I'm fine thank you."
Rowan noticed she was feeling uneasy and he could read from her face that she had lots of questions to ask.
"Free your mind" He held her hands.
"Ugh"
"I can see you have questions to ask, be free I don't bite" He giggled.
"Ah, yes," She smiled.
"I know it's awkward but why did you save me? And mm…" She paused and adjusted herself on the bed.
"Bring me here"
"Is there a reason I shouldn't?" Rowan questioned looking deep into her eyes.
"No, no I'm just saying that you don't know me yet you brought me here and stayed overnight with me" She was shy, but this man's gaze was charming, accommodating, nice, and… handsome.
"Look, I was dancing at the party, then I heard some screams, people rushed out… I ran out too, and then you were in the pool drowning, I had to save you" He kindly spoke.
"I know," She nodded her head. "But, you could have left but you stayed with me here in the hospital" She looked around the room.
"I mean no harm, I promise, I just want to make sure that you are okay, that's all" He raised his hands, showing he meant no harm.
"Alright, thanks"
"Don't mention it"
"Mm, can I borrow your phone? I lost mine in the pool and I already sent my bodyguards home before I was pushed."
"You were pushed? I thought you slipped and fell"
"No, someone pushed me"
"Who?"
"My husband's mistress, she told me to collect the three Billions and…" Lydia kept quiet, she realized she had spilled too much for a stranger she did not know.
Rowan understood her, so he didn't press on.
"But if truly your husband's mistress pushed you, you should sue her, what if you died?" He was concerned in his voice.
"Uh, I don't want to"
"Why?"
"I'm a low-key person, I will get back to her another way, those suing, hiring of lawyers, court cases are tedious. So your phone?"
"Oh here, take" He brought out his phone from his pocket and gave it to her.
"Thank you"
She collected it and dialed her dad's number, he did not pick up at first but picked up at second call.
"Who am I speaking with?" His deep, husky voice.
"Dad," Lydia called softly.
"Lydia?"
"Yes Dad"
"Goodness, what happened to you?"
"It's a long story, Dad," Lydia exclaimed.
"You should have least called"
"I'm sorry, my phone was damaged"
"How come?"
"I will explain later, I will send you an address, and send a car there to pick me"
"Okay, but call your mum, she is sickly worried about you"
"I will, bye dad"
"Take care," Mr. Zander hung up.
"Here, thank you" Lydia gave him back his phone.
"So are your parents coming to pick you up?"
"Yes, you should get going thanks" Lydia took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling.
…
Three days after the pool incident, Lydia had not set eyes on her ex-husband and Kelly.
Clinton went to a famous mall to get Kelly the newly released LV bag.
While in the mall, he bumped into his ex-wife.
"What is she doing here?" He asked himself.
Lydia is in her usual simple dress, a pair of jeans, and a black shirt, with no jewelry, and no accessories.
"Hey, how are you?" He waved his hands at her.
"Hi," Lydia replied, bluntly.
"What are you doing here? Oh, you must be working, "he laughed.
When he saw no reaction from her, he comforted himself.
"Oh sorry, it's just funny"
"What funny?" She crossed her hands.
"Three days ago, you were bluffing, showing off things that weren't yours, what were you trying to do, show off,"
He moved closer to her and squeezed a dollar note into her hands.
"Just come back and beg, take the three billion, and stop humiliating yourself. You are embarrassing me and my family by doing this type of work.
Imagine them saying, Clinton's ex-wife now works as a cleaner, does it make sense?
We may be divorced but you are still…"
"Enough!" She cut him short.
"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I was only saying"
Lydia did not allow him to finish his statement, she rolled her eyes and left him.
Clinton was annoyed by the fact that Lydia ignored him, she could have said something back in defense, argued with him, or explained herself but she walked away as if she did not have his time.
An attendant walked up to him "How may I help you sir?" She gently asked.
"The newly released LV bag, I want to buy it," He said aloud to attract Lydia, and then he flaunted his credit card in the air.
"Follow me, sir," The sales attendant said and led the way.
She went into the elevator and burst into a hall with framed pictures hung on the wall.
Then she ushered him into the VIP room where the exclusive bags were kept.
"Here it is sir," She said, giving him the bag that she brought from the glass box.
"Wow, this is beautiful" He admired the bag, and while checking the bag out, he saw the price on the tag.
"What?" He dropped the bag on the floor.
"Is there any problem sir?" The attendant rushed to him, worried.
"You expect me to buy this bag for 4 billion?" He yelled at her.
"I'm..I'm sorry sir, that's the cost"
"Four billion or this mall is trying to rip me off"
"No sir"
Clinton scratched his hair in confusion, he did not expect the bag to be that expensive, he could afford it but it would be a waste of money for him to spend such an amount on a small bag.
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