Chapter 66: Suicide II

Chapter 66: Suicide II While Ewan waited for Fiona’s doctor to come and give the final analysis as the latter had promised, he checked out the KN press’ website. Beside him, Fiona laid as if dead. After her father, Alfonso, had left, she had gotten paler, as if there was some thread of connection between them. He had to keep checking her vitals to confirm she was still alive, not ready to be bereaved again. He looked at her again, sighed tiredly, and dropped his iPad on his lap. The money he had offered Alfonso was the best he could really offer at the moment, considering his company’s stocks which had kept declining, even without the interference of the KN media company. He only hoped Alfonso would understand. The company was very important to him. It was the only thing left of his immediate family. He couldn’t risk it folding up. Alfonso would have to be satisfied with his taking care of Fiona properly. These few hours he had spent with Fiona—watching her struggle at times, as if she was fighting a demon—he felt guilty for being too harsh on her. After all, it was just this once that she had displayed foolishness. And hadn’t everything been sorted out? During those few hours, he had also chosen to let her shortcomings go. Already, he had sent Sandro to pick her things from the flat and return them to the mansion. He would give her another chance. He would restore her cards too. But the engagement was the one he refused to be moved on. He picked up his phone again, and continued scrolling through the KN website, looking for a cheat code, for a way in. There was not much news, but the website was very organized and the news were all detailed with sources, both names and unnamed, with undeniable proof. Secondly, they were highly scandalous, never mind they reported true news. When he had tried to access more news, totally engrossed in their methods of reporting, he had been stopped by a red notice—he had to register to access more news. So, all this while, he has been trying to register at the website, to subscribe to their newspaper, despite the outrageous fees, but he has been barred at every turn. For some reasons unknown to him, he couldn’t register successfully. He called Herbert, Zane’s father. "Ewan, how are you doing?" "I’m fine, Herbert, thank you." "Is there a problem?" "Yes there is..." Ewan paused. "It’s about the KN media. I’ve been trying to register, but to no avail. My account keeps getting flagged down. I’m not permitted to register." There was a significant pause on the other side of the phone. "Well, it’s safe to say that they don’t want your membership." Ewan furrowed his eyebrows. "And why is that? I have the money to foot their bills. Why am I not accepted then? I’m also an influential figure..." Another pause on the other side. "I guess it must have something to do with Athena too. As I said, the owner of KN media might be someone related to her. Zack and Alfonso too weren’t accepted, no matter how much they tried to bribe their way through. That’s something they still envy me for enjoying. Hope you won’t join their boat, Ewan?" Ewan chuckled heartily, while annoyance simmered within him. "Not at all. Does Zane have an account?" Herbert paused. "I’m not sure. He usually reads my own papers." "Okay then, talk to you later..." "Wait..." Ewan placed the phone back in his ears. "I saw the press conference scheduled to happen tomorrow. What’s it about? I hope you know what you are doing..." Ewan sighed tiredly. Did he? "Thanks for your concern, Herbert. But everything will be fine." He hoped so. Herbert wished him well, and ended the call. After the call, Ewan deleted the KN tab on his phone. There was no need to worry over something unnecessary at the moment. He glanced at Fiona. She remained the same. He sighed, and called the doctor. There was no answer, but he heard the phone ringing right outside the ward. The doctor— a young male in his late twenties—came in then. "Apologies, Mr Ewan. The tests were taking time." Ewan waved the apology away. He had wanted to admit Fiona into one of the Whitman’s hospitals around, since she might not fancy Athena’s workplace, but Alfonso had vehemently refused, citing that he preferred this. Ewan didn’t know if it was trauma speaking. Athena must have really dealt the male a hard card when he had gone to plead with her. "So what’s the analysis?" He asked as the doctor was done checking her temperature. "She will be fine. She just needs extensive care..." A pause. "When I spoke with her father earlier, he mentioned that she was living alone. Since you are her fiance, I suggest that she stay with you. Also, refrain from doing whatever that will make her angry. For her to opt for suicide, she is in a precarious state." Ewan nodded his head. "I will certainly do that, thank you." He stood up. "I’ll be going home now, to make arrangements for her return. She will be okay, right?" The doctor nodded. "That’s good. Inform me when she wakes up. My driver will be coming to pick her later. She knows him already." The doctor nodded again, watching keenly as Ewan strode out of the ward. A few minutes after he was gone, the doctor tapped Fiona on the thighs. "Wake up, beauty. He is gone." Fiona inhaled sharply, opened her eyes, and threw the nose mask out of her face. "That took longer than expected..." The doctor said nothing at first. "But you went to the extreme, Fiona. What if your father hadn’t arrived on time?" He finally asked. Fiona smiled thinly. She had timed it perfectly. After getting that miserable message—containing her nudes and a threat—from the chief waiter, despite paying her debt, she had been so frustrated and angry that she had decided to take charge of the game herself. So far, it was working perfectly well. She smiled again. Everything was perfect now. "So, my payment?" "You will be getting it soon. I’m sure he has unblocked my cards." The doctor gave a mock bow. "You are still as cunning as you were in school, Fiona. But I’ll see you around." Fiona said nothing to him, instead she stared into space. The doctor, noting this, took his lips in, and walked out of the ward. Right then, Fiona’s phone rang with a message. She took it from the bedside drawer, and opened the text. ’Phase one is done.’ She smiled, then laughed until tears came out from her eyes. She did it. Finally, she was free.