When Love Comes Late

Matthew’s face suddenly went pale.

He gripped his head in agony, pounding on it as if to silence the intrusive voices.

Stella was alarmed.

She gazed at Matthew, perplexed and concerned.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling sick? Should I call Fernando to take you to the hospital?”

Then she remembered Fernando was off duty.

Stella’s anxiety peaked, nearly bringing her to tears.

She quickly grabbed Matthew’s arm, attempting to help him stand, but he was too heavy for her to move.

As Matthew’s condition seemed to worsen, Stella grew increasingly desperate, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, the office door swung open.

Startled, Stella immediately looked toward the door.

Her expression shifted slightly upon seeing who it was.

Lindsay entered, seated in a wheelchair, pushed by a maid.

Upon observing the scene, Lindsay’s brows furrowed, and she shot an icy glare at Stella, demanding angrily, “What are you doing? What did you do to Matthew?”

Stella composed herself and ignored Lindsay, instead addressing the maid urgently, saying, “Please help me.

Something is seriously wrong with Matthew.

We need to get him to the hospital!”

The maid hesitated, glancing at Lindsay for direction, intimidated by her stern expression.

Stella, driven by her anxiety, raised her voice, saying, “Matthew is your boss.

He signs your checks.

Can’t you see what’s more important here?”

The maid was torn, fearful of upsetting Lindsay, yet aware of her duty to Matthew, and moved to assist.

However, Lindsay interjected sharply, “Stop.

”

The maid froze, uncertain of her next move.

Lindsay then instructed, “Push me over there.

I know how to calm him down.

”

Without a word, the maid complied and maneuvered Lindsay closer.

Lindsay pushed Stella aside, taking her place.

Stella, caught off balance, steadied herself against a bookshelf.

Though infuriated, she knew Matthew’s well-being was paramount.

Silently seething, she watched closely as Lindsay approached Matthew.

Lindsay began to soothe Matthew, patting his back gently and whispering, “Matthew, it’s me… Matthew…”