6 Her Great Escape (1/2)

When she was young, Sam remembered that going out alone with her mom was always an adventure. Anyone with eyes could see that she was an amazing lawyer – even better than her father.

The woman was inspiring.

The same couldn't be said about her driving skills – as she seemed inherently incapable of telling left from right or arriving from point A to point B without making a detour through all the other letters on the alphabet.

As a result, it didn't matter where or when they were going, the two of them would always end up somewhere else: a small square full of trees and greenery, a residential road where all the houses seemed to have come out of a garden magazine, an old and dry fountain they had never heard about...

And every time, when Sam was almost despairing from them ever finding their way home again, her mom would look at her and smile her beautiful smile, her deep green eyes shining before she said 'Don't worry Sammy, no-one will be lost forever. We just need to find another way'.

'Well, mom, I might just prove you wrong today', she though, feeling completely out of breath while skidding to the left on another courtyard and ignoring the dumbstruck expression of the servants she passed on her way. The da*n place was like a labyrinth!

There were arcs and doors and entryways and yards and everything seamed to fit together in a most annoying senseless way!

”Exit... Exit... Why isn't there any king of direction signs around here?” she mumbled to herself, dashing through the house without paying much attention where exactly she was going.

It all had been a bit of a mess. She didn't pay much attention when the girl with flawless white skin and a beautiful smile asked for the physician to be called. At first, there were simply too many informations running wild on her head, making her dizzy, so confrontations of any sort would have to wait.

Just then she though she had seen a dark shadow passing outside her window, its outlines barely visible through the light colored curtains. Blinking fast to clear her head, she turned to the other side and decided to stare at the beautifully carved desk on the room, equipped with an ink pot, brush and some flimsy paper she couldn't name.

That place was too weird. Her whole body ached. It all felt out of place, like the room was closing down over her head, crashing her under its weight until nothing was left... Just as she was about to panic, a wave washed over her body. Soothing, fresh, like the cooling waters of a river on the peak of summer.

It took her an entire minute to understand that, whatever it was, it was helping to clear her thoughts and filling her empty body with energy, till the rusty uncooperative muscles felt ready for a marathon.

She didn't even bother with trying to understand what had just happened as it finally downed on her: They were calling a doctor. They were saying she was some Ying Yue girl... Maybe she was still lost in some comma-induced fantasy land. Maybe she was crazy.

'Or maybe they just want you to think you are crazy' a small, ominous voice said on her head.

Sam felt cold all over, fear as she had never experienced gripping her insides in a tight fist. Defenseless, confused... None of it was good. She had watched enough movies for her imagination to run wild. There was always someone trying to interdict the heiress to steal all her money, or locking her up on an asylum so they could run the family business.

She didn't have much money, but she had her family's secret. And David had stolen it.

Disbelief, pain, and then blinding rage burned inside her stomach, turning her hands into fists. If that stupid weasel thought he'd simply lock her up somewhere and she'd go down without a fight... Oh-oh, someone was in for a very rude awakening!

With her head spinning quickly, trying to convey as much information as she could from the surroundings, she glanced cautiously at the girl. Jiang Qing Shan. She still sat at the edge of her bed, hands tightly clasped and eyes roaming the room with a nervous energy, never staying in a single place for more than two seconds.

Noticing the patient's attention on herself, the girl forced a small small, her beautiful features still marred with worry.