My madam, my poison
The show is over
The sudden appearance of Mr. Anthony certainly made Silvia and Evan gasp in shock. They both try to be as calm as possible in front of him.
"Ehm .. it-it was ... the money was for investment capital in company X," Silvia replied a little nervously.
"You made an investment without asking for my father's approval. Do you know how the credibility of the company you planted the stock? What if it turns out that the company is just a fraudster under the guise of investment? You must have known lately that business is rife."
"Dad take it easy, I've asked Evan to find information about this company. The company is trusted by many investors. Don't you, Evan?"
"I-i-iya, Miss," Evan replied nervously.
"Can I see proof of cooperation with that company?"
The question certainly left both confused.
"ah! It looks like I left it at the office" Silvia said.
"Dad hope you don't disappoint me. Um ... Evan."
"Yes, sir."
"Make an appointment with Steve's doctor. Today is my leg check schedule."
"Well, sir," said Evan, bowing respectfully. He took a few steps and started calling someone.
"I went inside first let auntie prepare for Daddy's needs" Silvia said.
"Be careful driving, don't speed" Silvia said shortly after he got into the car.
"Good, Non."
The car left the place.
In the middle of the journey, somehow the master complained of dizziness.
"Do we need to go to the hospital, sir?" ask Evan.
"no need. We just stopped at the pharmacy. You buy the usual medicine." Sir Anthony took his wallet.
"ah! I forgot I didn't have any cash" he said.
"It's okay, Sir. Put my money on first."
Evan picked up the wallet that was inside his bag that was beside his seat. In a hurry, he did not realize that a piece of paper had just fallen from inside. Mr. Anthony who initially thought it was just plain paper, somehow he was so curious. He began to read the handwriting on the paper. Of course he knows exactly whose writing it is.
"How dare you lie to me" he murmured after reading the contents of the covenant. Now he knows that Amira and her mother whom he met a few days ago are not the real Amira. Silvia and Evan designed the play.
Mr. Anthony hurried to pick up the paper and fold it, then put it in his pocket as Evan began to step into his car. He acted as if nothing had happened. Even if someone is to blame, that person is his own biological daughter, Silvia. Evan was the only one who had to obey his orders or Silvia.
"Please, Sir."
Evan handed a bottle of pain pills and a bottle of mineral water to the master.
For the second time Evan stopped his car because on the road there had been a traffic accident.
"What's this, sir?" mr. Anthony asked a policeman through the window of his car.
"There was an accident, sir. Two women on a motorcycle hit a roadblock. Looks like the biker is not too good to ride his motorcycle. I can say that because the plastic wrapping of the vehicle has not been opened. Maybe the driver was desperate to take to the highway" police said.
"Well, how are they?"
ask Mr. Anthony.
"The woman who was piggybacking survived even though she was seriously injured, while the driver died on the spot."
I don't know why Evan's feeling was suddenly uncomfortable. If you hear the characteristics mentioned by the police, could it be that the two women are fake Amira and her mother? Hopefully not.
"Evans."
"Yes, sir."
"Help me down. I want to see both victims of the accident."
"T-t-but, Sir, …"
"Why are you panicking?"
"Ti-ti-no, sir. Let me help you get down."
"We're getting close to it." Mr. Anthony pointed his index finger at the crowd.
"T-t-but, Mister. It was an accident victim. Are you sure you want to keep seeing it?"
"Why indeed? Don't you be afraid."
"Ehm .. I-I cringe at the sight of blood."
"So men of the time with blood alone are afraid. Let's push me there."
Evan's mind is not out of order. Fear began to attack him. Not the actual blood he was afraid of, but what if the two women who had the accident turned out to be really the women he had paid to claim to be Amira and her mother?
"Excuse me" said Mr Anthony as he pierced through the crowd with his wheelchair.
How surprised he was when he found the scenery presented before him.
A woman he met a few days ago was crying hysterically while hugging a girl's body.
Not wrong again, the two victims of the accident were fake Amira and her mother. Evan was no less surprised. It turns out that the guess is true.
"Mrs, .." said Mr. Anthony.
"The middle-aged woman's cry came to a halt. From his daughter, his gaze turned to mister Anthony.
"Tu-Tu-Master? Hu ... hu .. hu .. We're sorry, sir," he said.
"Why should the Madam apologize to me?"
"We lied to you."
"What does Madam mean?"
"Actually my daughter is not Amira. We were only paid by Miss Silvia to claim to be Amira. The girl you hit ten years ago."
"So right, Silvia lied to me?" muttered mister Anthony.
"How much did he pay you?"
"Fifty million rupiah. Half of us buy a new motorcycle, the other half we use to shop. We were hurt because of my own words. My daughter actually had an accident even she lost her life. It must have been a rebuke from God because we bought motorcycles not from halal money. We're really sorry. Hu .. hu .. hu." Once again the woman hugged the body of her daughter who is now lifeless."
"Already, Mistress. No need to blame yourself. What happened to the Madam's daughter was destiny. We will never know when and where death will take us" said Mr Anthony.
"Aw! It hurts!" screeched the woman while holding the back of her head which was already covered in blood.
"Why, Madam?"
"Once again we apologize. I am no longer strong. Congratulations ting-gal."
"Mrs! Madam!" screeched mister Anthony. But the woman's body no longer moved.
"Whoever you are, I apologize. Because my daughter has led you to death" he said.
"Evans."
"I-i-iya, sir."
"We turn around. Cancel the appointment with Steve's doctor."
"T-t-but, Sir, …"
"Hurry up!" snapped it.
What will Sir Anthony do to Silvia? Follow the story, brother.
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