When I returned back home. Mrs Anne told me that Aviazela did come down for dinner and lock her door. She also refuses for the food to be sent to her room. I decided to check on her. After giving it a thought I decided to back off, perhaps I should give her some space.
*The next morning*
Mrs Anne came to my room, saying that Aviazela still locked her door when she wanted to ask her to come down for breakfast. After dress in my suit, I go to her room and knock. I called for her name a few times, but no reply. I grab on the doorknob, it is locked. I get a bad feeling about this, what if something happens? I lose my patience and I search for the key and unlock the door. I get inside and saw that she is still lying on the bed. I get close to her to check on her.
"Why are you locked the door and did not answer me?!"
Still, there is no reply.I come closer and want to wake her up. The moment I touch her, sh*t! She is burning. I shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up but fail. I check on her pulse, she probably pass out. This woman..really could get me to become a murder.I called Liam to check on her. I asked Mrs.Anne to take care of her.
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*That evening*
"Welcome back Mr.Walsh"
"How is she?"
"Nothing much, just a little better than before"
"Alright, no need to heat up the food, I've eaten"
I make my way up the stairs. After I clean up, I go to her room, checking on her. I do not know why but it feels like my mind is stuck in a loop of anxious thoughts. Am I felt worry sometimes or is it because I feel guilty because she is my living in my house?
*Ting!*
It was a text from my mom
Mom: Hey hun, is my beautiful daughter alright? I text her to remind her about the dress appointment tomorrow, but she didn't reply.
Jayden: uhh mom, can you put the appointment off, she is unwell.
Mom: oo my poor precious daughter, no problem hun. Make sure you take a good care of her!
Jayden : Mom! I am your biological child!
Mom tried to annoy me as always. I turn to her, put my palm on her forehead. She is still burning.
I sit on the couch that was across the bed starring at her soundly asleep. There is a lot of questions I want to ask her. What actually happened there? Why did her cousin treat her like that ? But I could not even ask. Why should I care about it? After all it is her problem, not mine.
I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I was Mrs.Anne. She was carrying damp washcloth. She was surprised to see me.
"Mr Walsh, I did not know that you are here.."
"Let me do it, you can go get some rest Mrs.Anne"
"Thank you Mr Walsh, call me if you need anything. "