Chapter 166 MAYBE?
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"So, when did you shift here, to Denver?" Dr. Kavanagh asks, she is writing notes and her gaze is sharp and clear on me every time.
"After the accident, Ann brought me here," I tell her and the door knocks disturbing us both for a moment.
KNOCK … KNOCK … KNOCK …
The lady's granddaughter enters with a charming smile and a tray of tea with cookies. I sit up as she looks in my direction while keeping the tray at the table in front of me.
"Tea," She smiles at me and I give her a polite nod with a half-smile.
"My granddaughter bakes very well. Have a taste." Dr. Kavanagh says as she gestures toward the cookies and I nod my head.
"Oh, my wife bakes very well too. She is a great cook." I mention deliberately and the woman gasps in disbelief and I sigh in relief.
Good, now back off, please.
I am having a serious discussion here.
She leaves after my revelation and I am sure she won't disturb us again.
Taking a sip of tea, I look at Dr. Kavanagh for any more questions.
"Ron told me something about the incident that has troubled you a lot. You want to discuss it?" She asks and I take a deep sigh. "No. I don't feel like discussing that." I told her.
I am already very dull, at this moment, I don't want to remember that moment at all and the details of that incident.
"Ok, so how's your relationship with your step-sister?" She asks.
"Hmm, Good. I have been very attached to her emotionally. She is all I have after my parent's demise." I answer.
"Does she make you sad?" She asks.
"Yes, sometimes we get emotional," I told her.
"Which moments make you emotional, can you explain if it's ok?" She asks.
"Uhmm… Whenever we discuss the past actually," I tell her flinching as the past flashes across my mind.
After that, we started discussing more about my and Ann's relationship, and soon my one-hour session expired.
"Great, so when would you like to come, tomorrow?" Dr. Kavanagh asks politely as she sees me off.
"The same time, I guess," I told her.
"Very well, I'll wait for you then. You have my number in case of any emergency, right?" She confirms and I nod my head in response.
After leaving her villa, I take a deep breath, feeling light and refreshed. I hope this therapy will help me in healing and soon I'll be sure if I am really harmful to Tessa or was it all my hallucination?
I start walking towards the road hoping to get a taxi so I could head back to my office but after taking a few steps, a car honk takes all my attention, startling me.
I turn and Ron is waving at me, I walk towards the car and sit in the passenger's seat instead of sitting at the back.
"Where did you go?" I ask him in curiosity.
When I step out of the villa, the car wasn't there at all.
"I had parked the car a little away from the villa." He replies and I frown, asking, "Why?"
"Because I didn't want anyone to see you here." He replies and I look at him stunned and then appreciate him for his wise thinking. "Very well, Ron. I haven't thought about it at all."
"You told us, it has to be a secret." He calls out and I nod in agreement as my eyes show my sincere gratitude towards him.
"How was Dr. Kavanagh?" He asks after a while.
"Good. She makes me feel comfortable." I told him.
"She is very good in this field. She would be able to help you, Sir." Ron says with respect and I couldn't help but ask him the question that is bothering me since I saw the way they both were close also he mentions his mother to her, why?
"How did you know her, Ron?" I ask.
He pauses for a moment and then with slight hesitation he opens his mouth, "My mother… She had some issues and Dr. Kavanagh helped her at that time." He reveals and I realize that he has held the steering wheel quite tightly as his knuckles have started to turn white.
So foolish of me.
"I am sorry, Ron. I didn't know." I apologize quickly and he shrugs off the topic pretty smartly.
"It's fine, sir. Everyone has their own battle to fight." He looks calm now and gradually his hold also loosens on the steering wheel.
After that, he drops me at the office.
Since Lillian's drunk state last night, she didn't show up today in the office and I didn't ask. She needs some rest. I don't think she is good at handling alcohol just like Tessy and thankfully last night Ron was there to send her back safely to her apartment.
I spend my day in the office in complete peace, not because Dr. Kavanagh and I interact but because Lillian isn't in my head filling my schedule with work.
I smile as I realize how much pain in my a**. She is, but after all, I pay her for doing that.
After I return to the mansion, Natasha greets me politely, she didn't stop making a few hopeless attempts to take my attention but I try my best to send her back to the quarter as soon as I could.
I am not afraid of living alone in the mansion, but somehow staying alone petrifies me not from the ghosts' existence but from my monsters.
I usually lock myself in my room after returning from the office, gawking at the huge wedding pictures of mine and Tessa, sending her messages in which I write the things I want to tell her, or sometimes venting my anger and then complaining to her.
I keep calling her but her phone never seems to get through. That is frustrating and today when I asked Miss Celine the reason, she informed me that Tessa had switched off her phone as I had expected.
Sigh.
I take daily reports of Tessa and I am happy to know that she is happy in Aspen, she loves the scenery there and tomorrow hopefully, Ann would be visiting her.
Since Ann has gone to Aspen, she hasn't contacted me nor informed me about her and Tessa leaving. I was angry at her, that is why I have also not contacted her. There is a layer of cold ice that has covered my heart for Ann, but somehow I need to break it on my own and contact Ann.
If I won't contact her then I am afraid she might send Tessa somewhere that would be far away from my reach and before that, I need to reach her.
****
The next day, Lillian returns to the office but with an unusual grumpy mood.
"What's with your face?" I ask her.
The way she keeps staring at me it feels like my revelation has changed her perspective on me or perhaps she is afraid of me, now?
"Nothing…" She shrugs her small shoulders and then tries to walk away from me.
"Lillian, come back and sit here," I ordered and after a little hesitation, she did what I ordered.
"Yes," She sits on the chair and looks at me with nervousness.
"Are you scared of me, now?" I ask straightly.
"No." She replies immediately.
"So then, what is wrong with you?" I prompt.
"Uhmm… Nothing… I am just unwell…" Lillian says as she withdraws her gaze from mine still being hesitant.
"Did something happen?" I ask and her gaze shoots up to meet mine in shock and she looks stunningly at me.
Her pupils get wide and then slowly she lowers her head, her gaze falling back to the ground when she realizes that she has given a louder reaction to my question than I had expected.
"Lillian…" My voice is getting sharp and she shrinks from my narrowed gaze on her.
"Yes." She finally breathed out.
"What?" I ask, my voice strained from emotions yet impatient.
"Uhmm… I think…" She starts biting her lips, a sign of her being anxious, "I think… I slept with Ron…"
BOOM
She finally reveals and I look at her in complete shock.
"What do you mean, I think???" I question, and my nerves start to get shocked.
"I was drunk…" She confesses in a low voice looking ashamed.
"Did he… Did he force you?" I question, furiously. My mind starts to explode at this possibility. How could Ron be such a degradable man to take advantage of a drunk woman??
"Oh… No… No… It's more like… I forced him…" She reveals and I look at her bewilderment when she adds slowly, "Maybe."
What the f**k is Maybe?
"Maybe?" I ask repeating the word.
"I don't remember, I was drunk and my memory is blurred. I am not sure but one thing is for sure that I have pulled him inside my house." Lillian replies looking frustrated.
"How could you be so sure about that?" I ask in disdain, my before subsiding anger again starting to rise.
"I have seen the security footage. I have access to the camera footage outside my door." She answers and I could see the blood draining from her face from the ultimate embarrassment.
"You should ask Ron, straightly about it?" I suggest and she looks at me in annoyance.
"Really? And what should I ask him hey Ron, Have we f**ked last night? Or no, I should ask him, Did I f**k you last night?" She lashes out.
I look at her in astonishment and then something clicks in my mind that is too embarrassing to ask but I have to.
"Did you use any protection?"
Lillian looks at me like she had been struck by lightning as she starts shaking her head violently. "NO"
Oh My Lord !!!
