Love At Last Sight ✔

Chapter Nine

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Nandini Murthy

I keep my handbag on the posh glass table top in front of me and open it for Mr. Lockhart to have a peek in. He greedily dives in and eye the jewels as if he's never seen one before. Moron!

"You're one skilled robber." He passes the bag to one of his workers to check the jewels' originality.

"You're one greedy jeweler." He snickers at my statement.

"It's always a pleasure dealing with you, Miss Murthy."

"I feel no different, Mr. Lockhart."

His workers bring some drinks for us and I sip on my drink, waiting for check of the validation of the jewelry I'd brought. Mr. Lockhart is the jeweler I usually deal my robbed jewels with. He has always provided me with an appreciable amount. Though it is the last deal I'll probably have, it does not make its worth diminutive.

After about fifteen minutes, the guy who's earlier taken my handbag walks in, "The jewels are original, worth two-forty-two thousand dollars."

I smile at Mr. Lockhart as he orders his manager, "Transfer ninety-seven thousand dollars to her account."

My phone beeps a minute later with the notification of the payment. This is the thing I like about this man. He keeps the transactions simple. I own 40% of every deal while he takes the remaining 60%.

"I'll leave." I say, getting up.

"Sure." With a formal handshake, I exit his cabin.

All I have to do now is to pay the hospital bills and hope for the treatment to work.

I take a cab to the hospital. On the way, I check the presence of my debit card repeatedly in my pocket as it is which I'm going to make all my payments through.

A deep tired exhale escapes me.

Last night, I'd just laid empty and in the wee hours of the night until sleep had taken over me. I had forced myself awake in the morning, at my regular time, to pretend normalcy. I had unwillingly prepared the breakfast, hoping, they wouldn't ground me for days as another punishment for that. I don't know how many days I am left with. Do I even have a week?

I fear the answer.

I was hell taunted this whole morning but they didn't ground me. I was allowed to go out, probably because the princesses need dresses for another party they have to attend tonight. Now, fuck them, I'm not going back.

I couldn't even take my belongings, knowing I'd be asked questions for that and probably, it may have costed me more than I can afford. I had to pretend normalcy.

With all this roaming in my head, I reach the hospital. For now, I only pray two things. One, everything should happen without any hindrance. Two, I must not face Manik Malhotra.

Though a lot problems has aroused because of him; yet it is because of him, I have got the guts to run away. I feel oblivion. He has always been grey in my life. He is the reason behind my good and my bad as well.

I sigh, mentally warning myself to not think about him. Thinking about trouble does bring the same.

I walk in and wait for Mr. Hale to get done with his earlier patient. I need to meet Mr. Hale before I take any further steps. After roughly 10 minutes, I'm allowed to go in.