Chapter 65: Suicide

Chapter 65: Suicide As Ewan hurried to the hospital’s address, which Alfonso had texted him earlier, he hoped for their sake they weren’t playing around, just like before, because he was not in the mood for their antics. However, when he walked into the ward, and saw Fiona in a miserable state, with an oxygen mask over her nose, and her slit wrist in Alfonso’s hands, he stopped short, as his heart began another troubling beat. He placed his hand on his chest to calm it down. What was with these women trying to give him a heart attack? Did he wrong a woman-god in his past life? "How is she doing?" He finally asked as he stepped into the ward fully, and stood by Fiona’s bedside. "According to the doctor, she will survive this. But that’s not my problem, Ewan. My problem is knowing what had caused this in the first place? What would cause a young vibrant girl to commit suicide?" Alfonso shook his head tiredly, wondering why he was hit with bad news at every turn. But Ewan didn’t bother answering the question. He only took a seat on a nearby empty chair, and stared at Fiona in deep thought. What had she been thinking of before committing the act? Did she think about her parents? About her sick mother who favored her so much when the woman had been healthy? Did she think of him? "Do you think canceling the engagement was too harsh?" Alfonso asked, breaking into Ewan’s thoughts. (....) Ewan hoped not, because with the number of unanswered questions hanging over him now, he didn’t think he would be reviving the engagement anytime soon. If the DNA results came out positive, he would be a father to two children. He didn’t think Fiona would want to raise another woman’s children, especially if that woman was Athena. "Ewan, you are not saying anything. What are you thinking about?" Alfonso folded his arms across his chest; pain etched in his facial features. When he had received the call from the doctor at first, he had thought it a prank call, until the doctor had given him Fiona’s details and the address of the hospital. And when he had seen her, he had forgotten all her misdeeds, and had regretted being mean to her last night. Had she committed suicide because he had abadoned her too? Or was it because of Ewan? He frowned at Ewan. Why did he block her cards? Was that punishment too? Wasn’t cancelling the engagement enough punishment? "Ewan..." He called tiredly, when Ewan remained mute. "Say something." "I don’t know what to say, Alfonso. I’m as speechless as you are." "Do you think you can revive the engagement, and unblock her cards to speed her recovery? You have to." Ewan furrowed his eyebrows, annoyance flashing in his eyes. He hated being ordered around. "If cancelling an engagement and blocking her cards had been a trigger for this, then I suggest you take her to a psychiatric hospital for some checkup. She can’t be..." "Ewan Giacometti! How dare you?! You must feel so high and lofty after she risked her life and saved you from the deep waters! If she hadn’t, would you be here talking about a psychiatrist?" Alfonso shouted, getting to his feet. Ewan sighed, and rested his back on the wall; both men unaware of Fiona’s other hand which was clenched tightly in anger. "I’m sorry Alfonso, but you should try to see it from my side. If all you mentioned is the reason for her attempted suicide, then her mental state isn’t in a good place. If she needs money so much, she should work for it. If she needs the engagement revived, she should prove that she’s had a repentant heart. Why suicide? It just doesn’t make sense..." Alfonso gritted his teeth, while glaring at an Ewan who refused to be moved. "I don’t blame you, Ewan. It’s because you’re alive, that’s why you’re making such baseless statements..." Ewan exhaled gently, tuned the man off, before returning his gaze to Fiona. In this state, she looked almost innocent, pitiful even. As he heard the monitor regular beating, he wondered if he had pushed her far with the punishment. Had she been embarrassed yesterday because of the card blockage? Ewan sighed weakly. He had pampered Fiona too much, and now he was wondering if it had been the best of ideas. But what else was there to do for a woman who had saved his life? He thought, not minding Athena’s speculations—there wasn’t proof of any other woman. The reports Sandro had submitted to him too, didn’t mention the presence of any other girl in his life, apart from Fiona. Maybe she had been lucky, getting away without any brain damage. Some people were fortunate that way. He sighed again, and took her hand in his. She might be a troublemaker, but she had been his saviour at one time; and for that reason, he would give her the benefit of the doubt. "I’m sorry, Fiona. Just be fine and get up." Alfonso sighed in relief at the sight. Perhaps his son in law was getting back to his senses. For a moment there, he thought the latter had lost it. They both didn’t take notice of Fiona’s hand unclenching and splaying on the bed, or the smile that stretched her lips thinly. "That’s about right. Speaking of help and remembrance, what are you going to do about my company? Are you really going to watch it crumble like Zack’s? I heard he is in debt too..." Ewan ignored the matter at first. But Alfonso wasn’t one to be ignored. "If you are going to save Fiona completely, you should save her inheritance too..." Ewan shook his head, absolutely tired. "Drop it, Alfonso. I won’t be helping your company because that won’t be a wise decision on my part. Haven’t you seen the news? The rate of my stocks today?" Ewan scoffed when Alfonso looked away. "I’m..." "Don’t bother Alfonso, I know you’re selfish, but this is a new low. For your company, the only way out is for you to sell. Considering the state of my company, I won’t be in a position to buy it, unless you are okay with a couple of millions." "How much is that?" Alfonso asked, hoping the amount would be better than Athena’s offer at least. "Forty million dollars." Alfonso paled, stood up from the chair, and walked out of the ward without a word. He will sell his business to Athena?