The Visit

"My lady! My lady, wake up. You are having nightmares," someone said as that person was slightly tapping the right side of my cheek.

"W-what," I blurted out as I abruptly opened my eyes, catching my breath.

I immediately woke up, gasping.

"You are what?" I continued.

It was a late reaction, and my brain was still in a haze from that weird dream.

"My lady," my butler called my attention, "My lady," he repeated.

"H-huh?" I looked at him, and I can see he is very concerned about my condition.

I clutched my chest, still with heavy breathing.

He gave me a glass of water immediately. I held it with my shaky hands and drank it with one gulp.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead, and shift my gaze on my bedroom clock.

9:45 pm.

"You took a long nap, my lady. It is already nine forty-five in the evening," Butler Wong said.

On my peripheral vision, I noticed that he was holding a telephone. 

"About Patricia, my lady. She called again," he lifted his right hand with the telephone. "Do you want to take it now or I will tell her that you were not feeling well, and she can just call tomorrow?"

"No, it's alright. Give it to me." I extended my left arm motioning him to give me the phone.

He immediately handed it to me and excused himself.

I put the phone to my left ear. 

"Patricia," I called her name, trying my best to act civil.

"At last! Lily, my sister. I've been calling multiple times, and waited for how many hours," she annoyingly replied, "I've found it hard to reach out to you. Your butler said earlier that you are resting. How are you?" 

"What do you want?" I said in a cold tone.

"Is this how you greet your sister?" she replied with fake sobs. I can imagine her sardonic smile at the other end of the line.

Still a brat, I see.

"You are not my sister. I don't have one," I asserted, "Quit the drama, and tell me what do you want. You are wasting my time."

"You don't miss me, my dear sister?" she said in a mocking tone.

Finally, her true colors are showing.

"If you do not have anything important to say, I will hang up then," I responded with my neutral voice, "I'm busy. I have a lot of things to do. Bye."

I was about to put down the phone, when she said, "Wait! Okay, okay. I need your help," she said surrendering.

"You need money," I completed her statement.

"Yes! I knew it, you are really smart, sis," she replied.

"Don't call me that. I am not your sister," I cut her off.

"Fine, but I badly need money can you lend me some?" she shamelessly asked, "As you can see, you are the reason as to why my poor mom is still in the cold cellar. You should take responsibility--"

"For once and for all, I don't have any responsibility in your family, Patricia," I cut her off again. My patience was near its limit. 

"How ungrateful of you, we took care of you when your dad died. We treated you like our real family member, and this is how you pay back?!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

The nerve of this girl. My head ached even more after talking to her.

"Are you that shameless? Your mom was the one who ordered for me to be kidnapped, and I was almost killed for the sake of my father's money," I spat angrily, and ended the call.

I put down the phone, as I rested my head on the bed.

"Butler Wong!" I called for him in a loud voice, "Butler Wong!" I repeated.

He knocked on the door twice, then he came in with a tray of a glass of water, a medicine, and a tuna sandwich.

How thoughtful.

"Thank you, Butler Wong. I was about to request a medicine, but you already brought it here." I gratefully thanked him. "Kindly put it on my side table, and tell Alfred that I will be using the car later," I added as I signaled him to put it on the side table.

He then bowed a little to excuse himself and exited towards the door.

I finished the sandwich first before taking the tablet.

I pushed off the tray to the other side of the table and stood up.

I need to take a shower to cool my head off and reduce the pain.

I took off my sleeping robe and my cloudy pink sienna slip nighties that I ordered from Morgan Lane.

After taking a bath, I went inside my walk-in closet and chose a simple outfit.

I wore a white rib singlet top with a black leather jacket paired with blue denim jeans and white sneakers.

I pulled my hair up, tying it into a loose ponytail. I put on a light powder and a lip balm. After I was satisfied with my look, I immediately went downstairs.

"Butler Wong, please prepare a few candles in a small glass, and a cricket lighter," I ordered him, "I need also a bouquet of fresh white lilies," I added.

"Right away, my lady," he responded politely.

"Good, where is Alfred?" I asked.

"He is waiting on the garage," Butler Wong replied.

"Alright, thanks." I walked out of the main door and greeted Alfred with a smile who was waiting outside.

"Good evening, my lady. Do you want me to accompany you?" he asked.

"Good evening too, Alfred," I greeted him, "No need, I will drive myself. Can I have the keys?" I extended my palm in his direction.

"As you wish, my lady." He gave me the car keys and bowed a little. 

I need to visit my parents tonight.