Page 94 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

I dashed to her immediately I saw her sprawled in that unnatural angle. Her eyeglasses seemed to have broken, and I wondered how hard she fell.

“Lady Genevieve, Lady Genevieve!” I called to check for any signs of consciousness. It seemed she had passed out completely. I placed my head on her chest gently to see if her heart was still beating. It was.

I got up, and ran out the door.

“Help! Lady Genevieve fainted!” I called out, and the maids stationed around her room, ran to me. Together, we all lifted her. It turned out she had a lot of weight, and we struggled to lift her out.

We decided to go through the back exit, as it was closer to us.

More maids who saw us, joined us in lifting her, and we managed to get to the driver, who immediately jumped into the driver’s seat, and began to drive us.

As for the family, they would be informed once we were sure she was fine. There was no time to waste. At the nearest hospital, we took her out of the car, and the ER doctors assisted us in laying her on a stretcher.

“What happened to her?” They asked, as we followed them.

“We just met her passed out. We have no idea how it happened.” I replied, and shortly, we were stopped, and told to wait in the waiting room.

“I think one of us should return, and inform the family.” One of the maids said.

“No. Some guests are still around, and you know those lingering guests are mostly reporters in disguise, waiting to see whatever happens when the party is over. I don’t think there’s a way we can inform them, without them getting alarmed or worried.

Those nosy reporters have sharp eyes for things.

They might follow after them secretly, and the next thing you hear is something horrible.

Lady Genevieve will be fine… and she’ll thank us for being discreet.

” Another maid said, strictly, and she was right.

Their family was one that had to be without weaknesses or blemish.

Shortly, we saw her being led out quickly, on a stretcher, and I stopped one of the doctors.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked, warily.

“Her appendix ruptured, and she was discovered quite late.” He said, hastily, and rejoined the other doctors.

“I heard patients with a ruptured appendix can die if not treated immediately.” One of the maids said, and I took out my phone. At least, a member of the family ought to know about what was happening.

Since Lucas wasn’t at the party, then I could tell him.

I dialed his number with trembling fingers, and he picked the call on the first ring.

“Hello?” Came his cool voice.

“Lucas.” I called. There wasn’t any noise in the background, so I guessed it would be fine to tell him. “Where are you?” I asked

“What’s wrong?” Came his alarmed reply.

“Lady… Lady Genevieve had a ruptured appendix, and was…was discovered late…” I said, feeling my panic rise by the minute.

What if she died, and they somehow found a way to pin the blame on the maids and me?

I didn’t do anything wrong, right? I didn’t waste any time in calling for help, did I?

And even if I had informed them, there was nothing they could have done, and like the strict maid mentioned, reporters might get a wind of the news, and blow it over the city.

“Where are you?” He asked, hastily.

“I’ll send you the address.” I said, and ended the call. I texted him the address of the hospital, and waited with the rest of the maids, who were terrified.

“If she dies, we’re finished.” A maid mentioned, and I bit my lip. Exactly what I was thinking.

It wasn’t our fault, but if they could put an innocent lady behind bars for embezzlement; then it wouldn’t be hard for them to say I watched her struggling before she lost consciousness, or that the maids fed her something bad.

Shortly, Lucas arrived, looking around.

“Where is she?” He asked.

“In the surgery room.” A maid replied, and he began to pace around. After some minutes, he took out his phone, and typed something really fast on it, then he resumed pacing.

Shortly, John arrived.

“What in the world happened?” He asked, breathlessly.

“She had appendicitis. She’s having surgery right now.” He replied, and John gave a heavy sigh.

“Didn’t she see the signs?” He asked.

“Must have waved it off to be bad food.” Lucas replied, and they both began to pace around.

One after the other, the elders arrived shortly, and when Lady Genevieve’s surgery was over, they went in to see her.

The maids and I waited, finally relieved that she was fine and nothing was wrong with her. We waited for quite a long time, until they started to file out, looking content.

“She wants to see you.” John said to me, and I got to my feet, and walked to her ward carefully. What did she want to see me for?

Lady Genevieve was sitting upright, with a bowl of fruits in front her. She gave me a little smile, and patted the chair next to her bed. I sat on it politely, and lowered my gaze.

“How are you feeling, ma’am?”

“Better. I wouldn’t say I didn’t see the signs… I just… The signs started yesterday, but with the party coming up, I couldn’t give it a chance. I dismissed it as something simple. And if not for you, I would have lost my life.” She said.

Was she actually about to thank me?

“Thank you.” She said, and I was speechless. “I’m glad you found me, and requested for help immediately. I’m also glad you didn’t notify the family first. That could have resulted in a huge problem to handle.” She said, and smiled at me again.

“I don’t know what to say.” I said, slowly, and she smiled, then exhaled.

“If I caused you some inconvenience, or made you unhappy in one way or the other, I’m sorry.” She said, and that was even harder to digest, than her thanking me.

“No. That’s… that’s totally fine. Everyone is unhappy in one way or the other, and you’re totally free to scold me or cause me inconvenience.” I said, and she smiled.

“Not many girls your age are this polite.” She said, and my cheeks colored up. It was weird to be acknowledged by her.

“Thank you, ma’am.” I said, and she raised a brow.

“Tell me, do you have feelings for Lucas?” She suddenly asked and I froze.

Was she on my side, or was she pretending, so I could say something that would land me in trouble?