Ever since Fiona got the Comic Bear, she hadn’t let it go. It made her feel so warm and comforted in spite of the cold winter days she’d been spending in the hospital bed.
"I didn’t expect you to like those kinds of toys. You really are just a kid, deep inside," Ruby said, smiling.
Fiona stayed quiet. When she was young, her father would often be out on missions. Every time before he left, he’d tell her that when he was not at home, Comic Bear would keep her company and protect her.
She had no doubts about what her father said at that time. She was a child, after all. Eventually, she became so dependent on the Comic Bear that she couldn’t fall asleep without it in her arms. When they discontinued its production, it took her a long time to adjust.
Being able to embrace it again now made her feel better than any medicine they could give. Ruby grinned. "Whoever sent you that gift is so thoughtful!"
Fiona raised her head and smiled back, though she was confused. She didn’t remember telling anyone about it. Plus, they must have been so intent on finding something that had been discontinued for years.
"It’s called Comic Bear, right?" Ruby asked.
"Yes, how do you know about it?"
"You talked in your sleep last night."
"I had one when I was a child. After a while, whoever made it stopped its production," Fiona said.
"Why do you still seem so attached to it?"
It then suddenly occurred to Fiona that she had a similar conversation with Spencer a long time ago. Could it be him?
"Ruby," she said. "Has Spencer really never visited me here?"
"Mr. Cheng?
I’m quite certain I haven’t seen—"
Before Ruby could finish, the door was pushed open by none other than Celine.
With a look of disdain and mockery, she walked in with crossed arms and a certain air
ed you to remind me! Don’t waste my time with your stupid stories!" She turned around and abruptly left, stomping on her high heels until she slipped into the elevator.
The grin that had only started to creep up on her face was gone.
She clenched her fists as the elevator went down. 'Who does Fiona think she is? Nevertheless, now that the abortion was still a fresh incident, I have to think of a way to get back on Spencer’s good side.' She’d been passive since she came back, but she couldn’t sit still and wait for death. She had to act as soon as possible.
The doors of another elevator opened slowly and revealed Spencer, who then stepped out and marched steadily towards Fiona’s room.
In the room, Ruby sighed and glanced at Fiona. "Is what you said true?"
"What?" Fiona turned her head.
"You said you wanted to leave Mr. Cheng."
Spencer froze just as he was about to reach for the knob.
"Yes." Fiona shot a firm look at an astounded Ruby. She clenched her fists. "I trust you, and so I will tell you the truth. I do plan to leave."
Outside, Spencer tried to get a hold of himself. Fiona had talked many times prior about leaving, but this time, he felt it was different.