Chapter 11


    Chapter 11 – Half Truth and Half Lie


    (Anj‘s POV)


    Of all the emergency teamsing, Effie‘s team came to rescue their family, but right now, it was less of


    my millions of concerns. I leaned my back on the seat‘s backrest as I nced at Effie, still on the phone


    as she checked on the patient with us.


    Looking at Sky, whose eyes were pinned on his father, I realized that this must be the first time it had


    happened in the family. His father must be furious at him, at us, for doing such a stupid thing. I wonder


    how Sister Grace will react or Aunt Rose. Anya will surely cry and me herself because she is the one


    who insisted that I shoulde to the party. Dn... Well, I don‘t know how he would react.


    Effie ced her phone back in her pocket and looked at me. “What were you doing there?” She asked


    curiously. Her forehead knitted, probably wondering why I was there when I was supposed to be in the


    nursing home.


    “Doing good deeds?” I forced a grin, sounding unsure of my answer. She chuckled, shaking her head in


    disbelief and raising her eyebrows.


    “What happened to your face? At first, I thought your face was the emergency when I entered the room. I


    thought your face was bleeding,” she said, taking a clean cloth and giving it to me.


    I chuckled softly, my heart pounding as I looked at something to look at my reflection. Olivia‘s color pen


    must be washable because some of the dots smeared my face, making me look more hideous.


    “Colored pens,” I exined briefly, carefully wiping the smeared ones. She leaned her head forward.


    “Still, I‘m d you‘re there. You saved his life. Good job, Ang!” she whispered, winked at me, and


    puckered her lips, pointing at Sky. “What‘s his story?” I shrugged, letting Effie interpret my answer and


    giving Sky a quick look. He was holding his father‘s hand and looking at him like he was crying inside but


    never showing it to us.


    ***


    The emergency team brought the billionaire, Mr. Steve Mars, to the most expensive hospital nearby. I


    had heard of this ce and had seen it on my way to the university, but it was my first timeing


    inside. When the older Mars was being treated in the Emergency Room, a nurse came in to ask for


    information, wanting any of the patient‘spany to fill out the form.


    “He‘s the family,” I told her, pointing at Sky and sitting quietly beside me in the waiting area.


    She nodded, flickering her eyes, admiring my husband. I took a deep breath, brushing off the silly


    thought and wanting to me myself that we were here in the first ce because it was our fault. The


    nurse talked to him, and when he stood up, I took it as my chance to look for a public phone if there was


    still one. I rose to my feet, hoping to walk in the lobby‘s direction, when I realized I didn‘t have anything,


    not even a coin to put on the public phone if ever I found one.


    “Here,” Sky sighed, handing me his phone.


    I smiled sheepishly at him, taking his phone. “Thanks,” I said, thinking immediately about how to unlock


    it.


    He took it from me, unlocked his phone, and gave it back to me. He turned his back to me to follow the


    nurse without saying anything. I sat again, my eyes following him, looking at Sky from head to toe, only


    to realize he was still wearing a robe and bedroom slippers. When I gazed at my feet, it was just now that


    I felt the cold floor of the hallway.


    I heaved a deep sigh, pressing Sister Grace‘s number. My heart was thumping inside me, finally feeling


    the fear of what she might say to me. This was worse than the life and death emergency I had


    experienced a while ago.


    After three rings, I heard the familiar gentle voice on the line. “The Nursing Home of St. Mary. This is


    Sister Grace. Good morning.” I almostughed at her greetings, remembering how I teased her about it


    that she sounded like a receptionist, not the head of the nursing home. Although today, my eyes


    brimmed with tears when I heard her voice.


    “Sister Grace,” I uttered and then pressed my lips tighter because I was about to break down in tears.


    “Oh, my! Good heavens. Is that you, Anj? Where are you? Are you okay?” Her voice was panicked, and I


    could imagine her pacing around her small office.


    “Is that Anj?” I heard Anya‘s voice. “Please let me talk to her.”


    I forced augh. “I‘m fine, Sister Grace. There was some sort of misunderstandingst night, and I guess


    I was at the wrong party.”


    “What do you mean?” Anya asked, probably taking the phone from Sister Grace. “Where are you now?


    Dn and I wille to get you.”


    “Rx, Anya. I’m okay,” I assured her, although deep within me, I could not even tell myself I was okay.


    “Please, let me talk to Sister Grace.”


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    There were some noises, and I could hear Aunt Rose and Dn‘s voices, but right now, I only needed to


    talk to one person.


    “Ang, are you okay?” Sister Grace asked, now in her less panicky voice.


    “Yes, I‘m fine. Something happened, but I will fix this, Sister Grace,” I promised her. I always believed


    that everything could be fixed, but I needed time. I also wanted to say I needed my clothes and shoes.


    “What exactly happened, Ang. Don‘t make me worry,” she sighed.


    “I‘m sorry, Sister Grace. I went to the wrong party,” It was true. “I met some new friends, but I fell asleep,


    and when I woke up, I had to help with the emergency at their home.” It was partly correct. “What kind of


    emergency?” She asked worriedly. “His, uhm... her father copsed. I think it was a heart attack or


    something, but I was just d I was there because no one seemed to know what to do,” I answered


    truthfully. “Good Lord!” she eximed. “Is her father okay? Where are you now?”


    “I‘m still in the hospital, waiting for the result, but I think he will be confined here for a few days, Sister


    Grace, and I... Uhm...” I breathed out, raising my head to gaze at Sky Mars, walking back in my


    direction.


    I swallowed hard as I made a quick decision. “I... I want to stay for a while until he‘s okay,” I stammered,


    maybe because my heart was also undecided about what to do.


    “Sure.” She breathed in relief. “I was just d you called. Dn and Anya are going to the police station


    to look for you.” I chuckled. “Tell them not to worry, Sister Grace. I have to go now. I‘ll callter and


    update


    you.”


    “Please do it. Take care, my child.” She said, touching my heart. I closed my eyes, imagining I was in the


    arms of the only mother I knew, and wished I should have decided to go home.