Leslie said comfortingly, “If you’re uncomfortable, you can talk to me. I’m scared too.”
“Try not to talk. Conserve your energy,” Matthew said, clenching his fist.
“Okay,” Leslie said before going silent again.
They both waited for a long time, hoping help would come. However, no one noticed the elevator not arriving.
Although it was not in hot summer, it was unbearable for both of them as they were locked in a confined space.
When Matthew was a child, Amara locked him up in a closed room.
Since then, he’s had a fear of confined spaces. His fear from his childhood seemed to have resurfaced now. Coupled with the heat, breathing became very difficult, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He placed his hand on the side of the elevator, trying to find support for his body. However, his memories of the time he spent locked up in the dark and his real-time experience worsened his condition. At last, he felt his vision blur and consciousness leave him as his body slid to the floor.
Stella and Mateo were engrossed in a conversation in the top-floor dining room.
After listening attentively to Stella, Mateo suggested, “I think you should discuss this with your husband. The current treatment seems less effective, and you should be mindful of your daily routine. If you must go out, please avoid driving and make sure your driver maintains a slower pace to ease your discomfort.”
Stella was lost in thought as she swirled her coffee.
“Matthew has been so concerned about my issues lately. I don’t want to burden him with something so minor.”
She was mindful that Prosperity Group’s clothing department was undergoing a major initiative, with Matthew working tirelessly, often returning home late.
If he learned of her health concerns, he would get worried and be distracted from his professional commitments.
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“I want him to stay focused on his career,” Stella murmured.
“I can handle this on my own.”
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Mateo nodded, acknowledging her decision.
As Stella sipped her coffee, she suddenly realized she had been chatting with Mateo for so long. Yet, Matthew had not returned.
She checked the time, noting with a hint of concern that he had been gone for nearly two hours.
It seemed unusually long for a simple task like buying a cake.
A feeling of unease began to creep in.
“I need to make a phone call,”
Stella said with an apologetic glance at Mateo.
Mateo nodded.