THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 39: UNCONSOLABLE

Chapter 39: UNCONSOLABLE

"Don’t pay any attention to these two attention seekers, mum. Of course they’ll defend Ace. He pays their bills, anyway. Let’s leave, and go discuss how to handle this shocking revelation," Celine manipulatively said, encircling her mother’s arms.

"But it’s really not true! Sir Ace did none of this."

"None at all!" Alice parroted.

"I would be inclined to believe you, if you weren’t as compromised as my daughter has pointed out. But you can be rest assured I won’t be making any hasty decisions. I’d carry out a proper investigation before I make further moves. If you’ll excuse me." Her cane pounced on the ground, as she turned around.

"You heard that? We’ll carry out our investigations. And when we know what is true is really proved to be true, you two would have a date in hell with me, for defending a monster."

She made certain to emphasize the threats in her words.

"Mum, let’s go," she said, dragging the old woman along with her, as they exited the room.

"Mrs Fay!" Marilyn ran to her side, and pulled her into her body.

"Stop crying, Mrs Fay," Alice said, standing by the other side, and stroking her back.

"You’ll be sick again, and Celine would have gotten what she wanted. Don’t cry, my beauty." Marilyn comforted her.

She heard what they said. Their words registered in her head, but she couldn’t bring it to register in her heart. Her heart was the driving force of everything she did in life.

Without it, she couldn’t possibly function. But right now, it is broken.

"I should have defended him more. I should have—" her voice broke, as she wailed uncontrollably.

"Oh, Mrs Fay. It’s not your fault. Anyone in your position would have reacted that way. That’s why it’s called a traumatic experience. Celine purposely traumatized you, so you wouldn’t be able to counter her lies anytime the conversation is brought up."

"Ace will be so angry with me, Mar. He’ll absolutely hate me for this."

"Don’t say that, Mrs Fay. Out of everyone, he’s going to be the most understanding. As long as it’s his aunt’s words against ours, he’ll understand," Alice said.

However, no matter what they did, she remained inconsolable. She wouldn’t stop crying. It was like a fountain had opened up, without any end in sight.

Marilyn looked up at Alice. "What do we do?" She mouthed.

"I’ll go see if I can find a doctor that’ll help," she mouthed back.

But as she moved a foot forward, the door opened, and a woman in scrubs walked in.

"Fay?" Her eyes instantly bulged when she saw the scene before her.

"Doctor, please help us put her to sleep. She’s so upset, she won’t stop crying," Marilyn pleaded, as soon as her eyes fell on the doctor.

She removed her hands from Fay’s body, and moved aside so the doctor could do what they unfortunately couldn’t do.

Leighton hurried forward. "Fay? It’s me," she called.

"Leigh?" Fay sniffled, raising her head up to meet her once upon a time, best friend.

"What happened to you? Does it hurt anywhere? Talk to me!" She pleaded in a panic stricken voice.

"No, it doesn’t. Not physically, but here." She pointed to her chest, and broke into a renewed feat of tears.

"Oh baby," she pulled her into her arms. "Did something happen? Did your husband say something horrible to you?"

"No!" Marilyn, and Alice both said at the same time.

Her head whipped from one woman to the other. "Who are you to the patient please?" She questioned them, whilst simultaneously comforting Fay.

"I’m Marilyn, the housekeeper of sir Ace’s house."

"And I’m chef Alice, the head chef of Sir Ace Atticus."

"So you two are his staff? I wouldn’t expect you not to defend him. Do you want to excuse us? I’ll rather talk to her alone."

"No, Leigh," Fay suddenly countered. "They’re fine. They didn’t do anything bad. Neither did my husband," she said through tears.

"Are you certain, Fay? Because if he did, we have a way to help you out in the hospital."

"No," she shook her head. "It’s just– it’s just—" she started to cry afresh.

"Alright, I think I need to induce you, so you can rest a bit. Maybe when you wake up, you’ll be more at ease. Do I have your permission to do that?"

"Anything to stop the pain please. Anything at all," she begged, hysterically.

"Please help her doctor. Please!" Marilyn joined in to plead.

"We can’t get her to calm down, no matter how hard we try. She needs to eat, and clean up, but if she doesn’t calm down, she’ll never do all of those things," Alice added, heavily distressed.

"I understand you. Just wait for me here," she gently untangled herself from Fay, and rose to her feet. "I’ll go get the injections. Please take care of her before I return," she said to both Marilyn, and Alice, before she walked out of the room.

"You’re going to be fine, Mrs Fay. The nice doctor is going to make you feel better."

"I hope so," she said in her mind, but all she could put forth out loud were her tears.

Her heart ached badly. More from not being able to defend Ace, than any other thing.

Flashbacks of their unplanned wedding appeared in her mind. He looked so happy with his grandmother. There was a special glint in her eyes, everytime she spoke to him.

She searched for that glint today, but it was nowhere to be found. Rather, she sounded disgusted everytime she mentioned his name.

"It’s my fault. I broke the family," she mumbled, as the tears ran down her face.

Marilyn threw her face to the side, fighting off the tears filled in her eyes. The lady was so young, and so fragile. She didn’t deserve to be thrown into a feuding family. The only thing she found comfort in was the fact, Ace wasn’t going to let this slide. She couldn’t wait for him to return, so she could tell him everything that happened.

The door opened again, and the doctor returned.

"Hey, my love, I brought that injection with me," she said, as she sat beside her. "Now I need you to breathe first, before I insert this."

"I– I can’t!" She declared with a heaving chest. Her breath was short, and uneven. It was almost like she was gasping for air.

"Yeah, that’s usually what happens when you’re crying a lot, but could you just hold on a second, and look at me. Can you do that for me, Fay?" She asked, gently lifting her head up.

Fay freed up her body, so her head could be freely lifted up.

"That’s good. You’re doing really good, Fay. Now, look at me. No matter what happens, keep your eyes on me. You can do that, right?"

She nodded, looking at her friend. It was painful. She didn’t even want to do it. But she knew she’d be doing her recovering body the greatest disservice, if she didn’t stop crying. So she vowed to do everything Leighton asked her to do.

"I need you to inhale. Just pause, and inhale."

She shut out the voices in her head, and did as she was told.

"Beautiful!"

"You’re doing it, Mrs Fay!" Marilyn cheered on.

"We’re proud of you!" Alice backed her up.

"Lastly, I need you to take this," she handed her a wipe sheet. "And wipe off the tears from that pretty face of yours."

Her voice was so soothing, she couldn’t help but do as she was told. However, she didn’t know it was a trap. As soon as she began wiping her face, she felt a prickling sensation.

She pushed her head down, and saw the syringe being removed. She opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes felt too dizzy.

Her head swayed back, and forth, before going down. Leighton caught her just in time. Carefully, she placed her head on the pillow, and straightened her legs.

"Sweet dreams, Fay," she whispered.

"When will she be okay enough to eat?" Alice suddenly filled the silence that ensued with a question.

Leighton couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re really a chef, aren’t you?" She asked, but in good faith.

"I’m sorry doctor, but I can’t help it. She’s one person I know that really enjoys eating. The thought that she might lose that because of this awful— this awful—" she broke down in tears, unable to keep it together anymore.

Marilyn quickly went to her, and hugged her. "Don’t cry, Alice. You’re the one who has given me strength so far. If you cry, what am I supposed to do?"

Leighton watched them, a bittersweet taste in her mouth. Bitter, because the situation was one that called for heavy distress. Sweet, because her friend had people in her corner who adored her.

"Can I join in too?" She asked, jumping to her feet.

"Please do," Alice replied through tears, whilst Marilyn gestured for her to come closer.

She joined in, and they hugged tightly, each comforting the other.

Somewhere deep in Fay’s sleep, she felt warmth. Not from her dream, but from the conscious part of her body that told her she finally had people willing to fight for her, regardless of the situation she found herself in.