Chapter 8.

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"Winter..."
Simon kept calling for her though he was having difficulty in breathing.

Winter dashed into the room to see a disheveled figure standing near the master-sized bed. Her eyes assessed the room and saw that he had broken all the glasses and mirrors there.

"Simon...look at me, I'm here." Cooed Winter.

Simon  rushed to her side immediately.

"What happened?"
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"Let me see...." Winter probed him with questions whilst checking to see any injuries on him.

Simon's eyes were red and blurred as he held her hands hands to caress his face.
"I..." his voice croaked. "I panicked...I thought you disappeared again....I didn't see you."
"I called you.....I just..I just lost my patience Winter."

"I'm sorry okay? I just went out for a while...hmmm?"
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. You're sweating." Winter guided him out of the room.

Butler Lee signalled the housekeepers to enter and clear the mess.
"Not a single piece of shard should remain. Am I understood?

"Yes, Butler Lee." Answered the girls in unison.

He gave a last quick glance at the room and left.
Butler Lee then made his way to the kitchen.
"Get the breakfast ready on the table Eleanor."
"I want no mistakes everyone."
"Young Master is....sensitive today." He warned before leaving the pantry.

This news had everyone on their toes again.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Come in."

"Breakfast is served, Young Missy."

"Thank you. We'll be down shortly. Oh and Eleanor? Have you seen my old box? I can't find it anywhere."

"One of the cleaners must have moved it to the next room on Butler Lee's order. Let me go fetch it for...."

"No!"

"Pardon me Young Missy...I was out of line...I just wanted to help you...I didn't mean to intrude in your privacy....." Eleanor was scared if she had a mistake again and so she kept rambling on with her head hanging.

"I mean....I'll get it myself later. Thank you Eleanor."

"Oh..." relieved at hearing her words, she bowed and left the room.

Winter strode her way towards the bathroom.
"Simon...are you done?"

"Almost...."

"Then can I go out for a sec? I'll be back real quick..."
"Before you even know it."

"You better Winter or I swear....."

"I promise Simon..."

"Okay."

She rushed out of the room to get hold of her old box before Butler Lee could.
The number. She had to get it. She hoped she still had it in there. If Butler Lee wasn't going to help her, she was going to have to do it herself. She needed to get into contact with Simon's former psychiatrist again.

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