Take Me Away

Chapter 69 The Legend Of Maple Leaves (Part One)

Night fell in the scenic spot of the Maple Mountain.

Fiona spent the whole day sketching and enjoying the scenery in the secluded place. Spencer left his

cellphone in the room to leave it charging the entire day. As soon as they returned to their room, he

picked up his phone and called Terence.

"Hello?"

There was an obvious smile in Terence's voice that came from the other end of the line. "How's it

going, Spencer? How does it feel to be Fiona's hero?"

"What hero?" Spencer asked.

"Well, don't play dumb!" Terence teased. "I heard that Fiona got into an accident in the Maple Mountain Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

so you rushed there right away. I think you deserve to be called a hero. How's her foot? Is it getting

better?"

"Damn it. You sly fox!" Spencer sighed. "I truly can't keep anything from you!"

Terence chuckled. "Why are you calling me at this hour?" Terence asked.

"I have something to ask you." Spencer's voice changed into a serious tone. "I have a question about

Leona. Didn't you say that she works in your bar? How is she recently?"

"Leona? What do you want to know about her?"

"That woman's terrible," said Spencer. "She pushed Fiona down the mountain. I think I need to teach

her a lesson."

"How?" Terence raised his eyebrows. "You're a man. You don't really intend to fight a girl."

"Am I wrong?" Spencer roared. "She has attempted murder! You can't just let something like that go.

She might cause more troubles in the future!"

"That makes sense." Terence nodded. "Well, do you want me to teach her a lesson for you?"

"That's not necessary." Spencer narrowed his eyes. "You just need to watch over her for a few days.

Don't let her escape. But if you do come up with any ideas to ruin her reputation, please let me know. I

won't let her continue studying in D University!"

"I understand."

"Spencer! I'm finished!"

Terence heard a distant voice cried out from Spencer's end. "Are you with Fiona now?" he asked

curiously. "None of

your business. Just do as I said. Bye!" Spencer hung up.

Right after, his expression changed. A bright smile formed on his face as he ran to the bathroom and

knocked on the door. "Are you done? Have you finished?"

From the other side, there was the sound of a lock clicking open. The door opened wide to reveal Fiona

in her bathrobe with her face red. She looked at Spencer and said, "Yes."

His breath stagnated. "Let me carry you out!"

Spencer led Fiona towards the bed. When she sat down, he untied the bandage on her ankle and

applied medicine again. He was being unconsciously gentle and careful.

After he took care of the wound, it was Fiona's turn to change his medicine.

She also handled his wound with great care. Unfortunately, he was moving a lot throughout the day

and so the wound was infected.

"What if you get hurt outside? Do you need to take a doctor with you when you are on a mission?"

Fiona asked.

"Well, we will bring a doctor with us. But we don't have the time to deal with our wounds on battlefield."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Fiona's sketchpad and skimmed through the sketches.

"You might break it again!" Fiona warned, frightened.

Spencer grunted. He curled his lips in disdain. "I just wanted to take a look." He then looked up. "When

will you ask Ryan to return the necklace you designed?" he asked.

"Yes?" Fiona frowned. "I designed that to join the company's competition. It's been bought out by the

company and I can't get it back. Besides, why would I want the necklace back?"

Spencer tossed the sketchpad to the bad. "Fine. You must design a necklace for me too. My birthday is

coming. I want a birthday gift," he demanded.

Fiona was shocked. It was her first time to encounter someone ask for a birthday gift so blatantly.

"When is your birthday?" she asked.

"It's the same day as New Year's Day." Spencer then raised his head slightly. "I want a necklace!"

"Will you be paying me for the design?"

"Well, I'll pay you with my body,"

Spencer offered. "I don't want it."

"You don't have a choice."

Back at the outskirts of M City, a thin girl with a pale face walked out of a small private clinic. She was

so absent-minded that she did not see the man in the black car across the road.

"Andrew, wait here. I'll go ask what Leona did in the clinic." As soon as Leona was a few feet away

from the clinic, Ryan stepped out of the car.

There was a dim lamp hanging in the hallway of the clinic. The walls were painted a bland shade. The

patient came out of the operating room like a ghost and the doctor looked indifferent to his

surroundings.

Enduring the discomfort, Ryan walked to the front desk and asked the sleepy nurse, "Can you tell me

what the girl who just walked out was doing in here? Her name is Leona Lin."

"What?" the nurse yawned and answered lazily. "I don't know."

Frowning, Ryan took out his wallet and pulled out a wad of brand new banknotes. He handed them to

the nurse and asked, "How about now? Do you know now?"

The nurse's eyes lit up at the sight of the money. She grabbed the money from Ryan's hand and said, "I

know! I remember Leona! She went out just a few minutes ago. She had an abortion!"

"Abortion?" Ryan's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"How would I get it wrong?" The nurse tucked the money in her pocket. She took out the record and

flipped through some pages. "Here, handsome. Take a look! Is that Leona? I remember her. She came

to our clinic in a hurry yesterday afternoon. She was one month pregnant. She had an abortion and just

left. You might still be able to catch up to her!"

Ryan stared at Leona's record with a grim look on his face. He pursed his lips and strode away.

He entered the car with a slight anger. "Andrew, catch up with Leona!" he commanded.

"Yes, sir." Andrew quickly started the car. They drove across the desolate night and into the distance.

Finally, they spotted Leona walking along the street. She was crying. Still in pain from the operation,

she was hugging her lower abdomen as she walked. Her eyes burned with tears.

Why did her life become like this? She wondered.

She stared at her trembling hands with teary eyes. Those hands were what she used to sketch. But it

was also the same pair that she had used to shove Fiona down the mountain. If something happened

to Fiona, she would be a murderer. But even if Fiona survived, she felt that she already committed

murder by killing the child in her own belly. She didn't even know who the father was. Was it Mr.

Zhang? Mr. Li? Mr. Wang? She didn't know. She felt completely in the dark.

Her grim thoughts were suddenly disrupted by the sound of squeaking wheels behind her.

The squeaking halted with a sharp sound as the car stopped. When she came to her senses, she

looked up and saw Ryan getting out of the car. His face looked stone cold, unlike his usual gentle

demeanor. He walked aggressively and stood in front of Leona.