(Morgana's POV)
During our drive to the hospital, I was able to control myself from focusing on the scent attracting me to him.
I still sneezed up to 4 times though.
Anyway, that wasn't something I wanted to think about, since the shameless sardine man just kept glancing at me through the mirror.
The beautiful sight of humans going about their daily lives totally got me distracted.
Children being held by their parents.
Big screen displaying advertisements of body lotion, baby diapers and all.
So wonderful.
I wish I could admire them more, but it was hard, since Sarah was speeding off past everything.
I was never curious about the outside, but now that I see how adventurous everything looks, I wish I had made an attempt to come out sooner.
Not that it will work, unless Sarah wishes to anyway, but in my previous world, in which I raised her from infant, I would have gotten the chance to see the outside world when she was sick and needed to visit the hospital.
But Ayana was the one who took her pain away and just like that, she grew up as quite a perfectly healthy child.
I wonder how Ayana would feel after coming out as well.
I felt the urge to bring her out to explore this world.
Even if it's just once, before my curse was over and I automatically vanished from this place.
As soon as we stepped into the hospital building and the shameless man went for check-up, for the first time in this life, my boss slapped me across the face.
I was stunned.
I was angry.
Humiliated.
A fellow lady like me, which I would have crippled instantly for this action.
Yet, I had to hang my head low, as she began to give reasons for her actions.
"You think I'm stupid, Morgana? I clearly asked you to help the visitor to the restroom and you turned your back and left him alone.
You think I don't know how selfless he was and just used the infection as an excuse to cover the fact that something else might have accidentally hurt him?
Have you forgotten your place?
And then, you just stood there and did nothing. No attempt to go get pain killers or ask him how you could help..."
And blah blah blah.
The more she spoke, the more I wished I could just ignore the whole thing holding me back and deal with her right there and then.
The pain had vanished immediately, but that doesn't change the fact that she actually slapped me.
Ayana would have cried the whole night, if she had witnessed this.
She would have been frustrated and be reminded of our current situation.
She continued on and on, about how I'm irresponsible and how all I know was get paid and intend to do nothing of significance.
I just remained silent with my head hung low.
The difference in our height doesn't even move her.
The brat was looking up at me as she spoke, yet it felt like she's looking down at an ant.
She got to the part where I embarrassed her by sneezing like an idiot in the car and all.
Everything was complete bullshit and it makes me feel like pulling my hair out in frustration.
Less than three years left, Morgana.
I chanted in my head like a mantra, to calm myself as I endured all her nagging.
It was finally over and she took her seat, her arms crossed across her chest.
She seemed to be extremely pissed and I understood partly why she asked me to come with them now.
It was still bizarre, cuz I believe she could flare up as much as she wanted at home instead of doing it here.
Something has changed the moment I met with that shameless sardine man. I could feel it.
The doctor had told us beforehand that we could come in if the bell outside the ward rang.
That indicates the patient wants to see us.
What patient?
This is unfair. All I did was defend myself from a creep and now all this…..
I was devastated. My mood was ruined and I see the few years remaining like it's still 100 years later.
I just want to give up. To stop fighting it. To succumb to whatever and not give a damn anymore.
I wanted to bring myself back on track with Ayana's existence, but I felt so wronged at the moment, that I just couldn't think of anything.
After getting inside, as I presume, she ended up asking me to do what he wanted.
The thought of it alone saddened me more. The man I've bravely retorted to his advance the befitting way possible.
Now, I have to crumble in front of him. I have to be respectful to the man my boss held so high, that she didn't want another mistake to occur.
Like a doll, I did as asked, but the Giant Sardine was acting strange.
He seemed upset. I could sense his emotions and his penetrating gaze.
I still continued to look at my feet and asked how I could be of help to him, but that was after I ignored the tempting question he asked.
I might be stuck with my boss, but if someone was able to persuade her to willingly let me go, then there's a high chance I would be able to get Ayana away from the life of slavery before we finally return home.
Maybe I can buy her a house and a car. Maybe I can spoil her.
I can take her out to buy clothes and take pictures.
I have helped my fellow maids take pictures a few times and it doesn't look so bad.
They would change into beautiful clothes, before taking the pictures and claimed they wanted to upload it on their social media account.
Maybe, I could buy a mobile phone for Ayana as well and we could take lots of pictures.
The idea sounds great, but I don't think I want to have anything to do with this man.
I pretended not to hear him, and after he requested a head massage, I walked forward to do it, but he grabbed my hands.
He must be sick in the end for the next request he made.
For me to kiss him?
I would kill him first.