4. The Trapped Femme

Dianne suddenly stepped on the brakes when she heard a loud thump coming not from far behind her. Her eyes glanced at the mirror and how surprised the girl was when she saw Nicolas had been hit and bounced onto the asphalt.

“Nicolas!!” shrieked Dianne, covering her mouth. The car that hit his boss shot past her vehicle and almost grazed her car because of their speed.

Dianne caught a glimpse of the silhouette of the person driving the car. But she didn't really have time to pay attention because it all happened so fast. The driver was wearing a black hat and Dianne couldn't tell whether the perpetrator was a man or a woman.

For sure, the girl is now turning the car back to return to where Nicolas's body lay.

“Oh, God!!!” Dianne's screams were muffled as she got out of the car. She covered her mouth with both hands and her eyes widened in disbelief when looked at the CEO.

Nicolas lay unconscious. Blood pooled on the asphalt around his head and right leg, while the rest of his body was full of wounds.

“Mr. Nicolas?” Dianne shook the man's body with bloodshot eyes. "Mr. Nicolas wake up?!" Panic struck and all she could do right now was call an ambulance to save this man.

“Wh-why could this be happening?”

Dianne waited for the man when she was already sitting on the aisle bench in front of the surgery unit. Her body was shaking. "I really hate him, but this is not what I want," she muttered through his hair bitterly.

She glanced at the clock above the door, 02:00 AM. It's been 1 hour since the man entered the surgery room because the large blood vessel in his knee burst so he had to be operated on as soon as possible. Dianne hoped that the man could survive no matter what.

“Thankfully, the surgery has been done. We will transfer the patient after a few hours of monitoring."

Dianne breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the news from the doctors. The girl didn't know why she could be this sympathetic, she even waited for Nicolas until the man was transferred to the inpatient room.

Dianne did this because Keenan couldn't be contacted at all. She also doesn't know the contact number of Nicolas's closest family to inform. Usually, she was used to accompanying her boss every day in the office, that's why the girl spontaneously took care of it and made sure the man's condition was safe.

"But why has the CEO of Zero Attitude not yet regained consciousness?" muttered Dianne as she sat watching the man on the bed. "He finished surgery hours ago and it's even nine in the morning."

Suddenly, Diana's cell phone vibrated. She thought it was Keenan or Nicolas' distant family who had called, who might have known about this news. But the one who called her was the administration of the hospital where her late mother was receiving cancer treatment.

[Milea Hospital Administration]: “Sorry, Miss Dianne. We want to ask about the cost of the deceased's chemotherapy treatment. Do you think you can finish the payment today?”

Dianne took a deep breath. She just remembered that the rest of the business about her mother is not completely finished.

During her mother's treatment, Dianne was unable to claim health insurance because there were several obstacles, so the costs from the beginning of treatment until her mother died were borne by Dianne personally.

[Milea Hospital Administration]: “We hope you can pay it soon, Miss. Otherwise, our side will also have a hard time. I hope you will understand.”

The call ended and the girl was pensive on the couch next to the bed. She seemed to realize that what was she doing right now, felt like she was wasting her time.

"What am I doing here?" she muttered looking at her body, her clothes. Since last night she hasn't slept at all and is still wearing a white dress which of course is dirty. She glanced at the mirror stuck to the ward's wardrobe and found her face in shock.

"Totally messed up," she said, squinting her face. The mascara was smudged until her eyes were black, her lips were pale, and her shoulder-length hair was a mess. "Why did I just realize now?"

The girl now looked back at Nicolas. "I shouldn't be here and dealing with this man," she snapped. "Why do I even spend my time on things that are not important?"

She got up and clasped her hands. "Mama's burial ground isn't even dry yet and there are still many things I have to do to finish her affairs."

Dianne wiped her tears that were flowing again when she remembered that she had lost her angel. "Mom, I'm sorry."

Without looking at Nicolas again, Dianne immediately left the ward while beating her chest. The tightness and guilt returned and Dianne wanted to go back home alone and repeat her grief cry.

Just as the girl arrived at the hospital lobby, two burly men approached her and blocked her way. "Excuse me, are you Ms. Dianne Rosallee?"

Dianne's steps stopped and she nodded looking at the two people with a confused face. "Who are they? Why do they know me?" The girl's mind was full of curiosity.

One of the men flashed his name tag and introduced himself. "We are the police, we received a report about a collision around the villa owned by Mr. Nicolas Gauthier. We want to ask for your statement as a witness.”

Dianne was dumbfounded because again and again there were things that made her bond with that jerk CEO again.

"Come with us to the office, Miss Dianne."

Dianne, who was confused, was asked to enter the police car, of course, received quite intense attention from the visitors who saw her in the hospital.

Arriving at the police office center, Dianne was taken to a small, empty room containing only one table and two chairs facing each other.

“Name is Dianne Rosallee, twenty-three years old, the first of two children. Worked at the Buenos Solar Group as Mr. Nicolas' secretary. Is that true?" asked Rendy, reading out Dianne's biodata which he easily got. He was the police officer who had come to pick up the girl at the hospital earlier.

Dianne nodded, but she added. "I'm just an apprentice secretary, Sir," she said innocently. Somehow she became a little bit tense.

"Explain what you were doing at the villa last night?" Randy's tone still sounded relaxed.

Dianne was confused because it was impossible to say that she had come to take revenge by swearing at that man, it was too embarrassing to explain. "Yes, I have a little personal business with Mr. Nicolas," she grinned awkwardly.

Randy just nodded with a small smile. The man, of course, was used to getting the same kind of answer when questioning witnesses and suspects. “Then how did you find the victim? Please tell me the chronology.”

Dianne also told that starting with Nicolas following her out of the villa when she went to go back home, and at the end of the crossroads of the villa she heard a loud ‘bang’ behind until she was almost hit by a speeding crasher.

“Oh, so you said that another car was coming? Wasn't it very quiet around the villa at that time?” Rendy said, narrowing his eyes. "Tell me, why the bumper of your rental car was dented?"

“My car?” Dianne was pensive for a few seconds digesting the meaning of this policy question.

Thought, that it seemed she was being suspected. With bulging eyes, Dianne pointed at herself with a face of disbelief.

"Oh, Gosh! You don’t think that I crashed Mr. Nicolas, eh?”