Love Worth Fighting For

After leaving the hotel where Christian had been staying for almost a week this week, Zwetta decided to head to the airport. Her guilt towards Elena Wilson is getting bigger when she hears Christian’s story, although Christian has not told in detail all his actions to Elena but Zwetta is already very angry. Zwetta felt that Elena shouldn’t have been treated like that, especially since the source of Elena’s suffering was because of Suri’s misunderstanding.

“That spoiled princess is a real trouble maker,” Zwetta growled softly. “I wonder how she is living her life now after destroying the happiness of a family.”

Zwetta took a deep breath, the tightness in her chest still not going away even though an hour had passed since she left Christian. Even though she wasn’t the one who experienced all the injustices, but Zwetta felt that she was so angry and upset with the Clarke family at this time.

“Excuse me, Miss. Your room is ready.”

Zwetta who was sitting in the waiting room turned to the hotel receptionist who had just spoken to her. Since the flight to New York was at the earliest tomorrow afternoon, Zwetta decided to spend the night again in Paris and the choice fell on a hotel that was closest to the airport.

“The key, please,” said the receptionist again as she handed Zwetta the room key.

Zwetta grabbed the key card the receptionist gave her with a smile. “Thank you.”

Because she only brought one backpack, Zwetta didn’t need the help of the bellboy. With confident steps, Zwetta stepped into the elevator to enter her room. Zwetta still doesn’t think that her decision to calm down in Europe will actually backfire for her, besides being involved in an unhealthy relationship with Christian Clarke, Zwetta also has to let her heart fill with anger. One thing that Zwetta never wanted to do in the past, being brought up by Robin who has high discipline makes Zwetta have to be smart to keep her calm in the face of any problem. However, this time all of Robin’s teachings were destroyed without a trace, the life principles that Robin had instilled in her were easily shattered by Christian Clarke.

.....

Arriving at the room, Zwetta then took out her laptop from her backpack. Her curiosity about the figure of Elena Wilson delays her desire to sleep, the confession of sins that Christian told her an hour ago really haunts her with such high curiosity.

“Strange... why can’t I find any information about Elena Wilson and her parents.” Zwetta frowned at the monitor screen which was showing the population data of Luxembourg city residents, all the Wilson names that appeared in the data were different surnames. “There’s no way the Clarke family would ever erase their names from the registry, could they?”

Zwetta’s frown deepened, she felt unsatisfied. Zwetta went back to searching with even more keywords. But just like the previous search results, she didn’t get any information either. Elena and her parents are like residents whose existence is not recognized, even the owner of the burned house is also not registered in the name of the Wilson family. Seeing all these oddities Zwetta’s curiosity became even greater. Zwetta, who has always been trained to complete every task given to her properly, was dissatisfied with all the information she got from the internet, all the data did not satisfy her curiosity at all.

“Looks like I have to go back to Luxembourg, I have to do an investigation and find out in person,” Zwetta said determinedly. “I have to find Elena and apologize to her.”

***

Clarke Mansion, Luxembourg. 7.00 AM.

“Good morning, Jorge,” Charlotte greeted cheerfully.

Jorge, who was setting the dining table turned towards the source of the sound, he looked surprised to see Charlotte who was already beautiful and fragrant this morning.

“Don’t be surprised, since I decided to leave the organization one year ago, I often wake up early,” Charlotte said slowly explaining why she was up so early.

Jorge smiled. “Oh, I see, it’s only natural that you are this beautiful, Miss.”

“All women are beautiful, Jorge. Aunt and Uncle, they haven’t woken up yet?” Charlotte asked again as she turned towards the stairs.

“Mr and Mrs Clarke haven’t woken up yet, usually they will come down at eight in the morning.”

Charlotte nodded her head, without asking permission Charlotte suddenly grabbed the pile of forks and spoons that Jorge was going to set on the dining table.

“What are you doing, miss?” screamed Jorge in surprise, seeing what Charlotte was doing right now.

Charlotte pursed her lips. “I’m already awake and it’s impossible if I don’t do anything, that’s why right now I want to help you prepare the dinner table.”

“No Miss, you don’t have to do this. This is my job and you...”

“It’s ok, Jorge. For the past year or so I’ve been living independently, so this kind of work is not a difficult job for me, you don’t have to worry. the more people who work, the faster it will be done, right?”

“Yeah but...”

“I’m fine, Jorge.” Charlotte repeated her words firmly. “Leave this table setting to me, you can do something else.”

Jorge froze, seeing how stubborn Charlotte was at this moment made him hesitate to ban the girl again. Jorge, who already knew Charlotte’s personality well enough finally decided to leave the table and continue his work in the kitchen, it was still too early to argue and Jorge didn’t want to spoil his morning with it.

After Jorge left, Charlotte immediately took out her cell phone. Without hesitation, Charlotte then took a selfie with the background of the Clarke residence dining table which she was tidying up and uploaded the photo to her social media account which has tens of millions of followers. Charlotte wants to show everyone how close she is to the Clarke family, she wants to tell the girls out there to stop chasing Christian.

Charlotte’s smile grew wide when the photo she had just uploaded for a minute had already received hundreds of likes and comments, immersed in the virtual world, making Charlotte forget her work at the dinner table. Charlotte prefers to interact with her followers on social media rather than having to continue her work again, Charlotte unconsciously shows her true nature again. Her pretense was quickly exposed.

Jorge who wanted to make sure Charlotte’s work just smiled flatly when he saw the condition of the dining table which was actually messy after Charlotte touched it, because the sun was getting brighter, Jorge decided to continue his work and let Charlotte laugh alone on the sofa not far from the dining table.

Charlotte’s smile widened when the two photos posted ten minutes ago managed to become a trending topic on several social media platforms in Switzerland and Luxembourg. Charlotte’s popularity is really on par with top artists who often appear on the red carpet.

As she was about to put his cell phone in her pocket, Charlotte’s attention was suddenly drawn to a loud noise from the stairs. Spontaneously she turned her face towards the source of the voice, in a short time Anne and Jack appeared simultaneously. The husband and wife looked panicked as they descended the stairs, even Charlotte would have sworn if she had seen her wipe her face several times with a tissue.

“Aunty...”

“Master...”

“We’re going straight to the hospital, Erick! Immediately find and call Christian, force him to go home no matter what.” Jack who was guiding and descending the stairs interrupted Erick’s words with a muffled hoarse voice, trying to remain calm. “Do everything we can to force him to come home.”

Erick nodded his head. “Yes sir, I understand.”

As soon as they set foot on the first floor, both Jack and Anne immediately ran towards the exit. Both of them looked so panicked and didn’t realize if Charlotte said their names at the same time.

“What happened, Erick? Why did uncle force Christian home? Isn’t Cristian currently doing business overseas?” asked Charlotte curiously, being ignored by Anne and Jack at the same time making her finally ask Erick.

Erick pulled down the glasses that were attached to his nose. “Miss Luna is critical, her condition suddenly dropped.”

“Oh, God.”

“Jesus.”

Charlotte and Jorge, who were standing near Erick screamed at the same time. Both of them looked so shocked to hear the news that was so shocking.

“That’s why Mr and Mrs left in such a hurry.”

Charlotte gripped Erick’s hand tightly, her eyes staring intently at Erick. “Give me the address of the hospital right now. I want to catch up with them, I have to be beside Aunt Anne.”

Erick was silent, considering Charlotte’s request, who this morning looked so beautiful.

“Erick...”

“Ok, I’ll order one of the drivers to take you to the hospital following Mr and Mrs.”

Charlotte’s eyes lit up, looking so happy.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m going to my room to get my bag first,” Charlotte said quickly, as quickly as her footsteps returned to her room to get the bag.

Jorge, who was trying to brace himself not to cry, approached Erick slowly. “Is Miss Luna’s condition worse this time, Erick?”

“Miss Luna is already in a coma, Jorge,” Erick answered hoarsely. “Since ten minutes ago she has not given any response to the team of doctors who have been monitoring her condition since last night.”

“Oh Jesus...”

“The young master is currently on his way to the hospital by helicopter.”

“Helicopter, where exactly is the young master from?”

Erick clenched his fists. “Paris, young master is going to Paris with Zwetta. They are staying in one of the hotels near the Eiffel tower.”