Chapter 10 What is his relationship with her again

Peter entered the Hall to find Teresa skating with the food cart towards his mother's room as another senior maid ran after her.

Peter stood and saw Teresa turn back at the maid with a smile and a wink and point at the door before waving a small "bye, bye. "

Peter smiled himself at this childish fight but then what greeted him was beyond his wildest fright.

The senior maid stopped mid track as if accepting her defeat. But instead of giving up she grabbed a flower vase that was kept for decorating.

"Where do you think you are going? You little piece of shit? " She yelled as she flung the vase aimed at the middle of her head exactly.

Peter's eye opened up wide in horror. He sprang to stop the mishap as well as it could be. But he was too late. It did hit the intended target. Just in the middle of the back of her head in the occipital bone. Teresa had no time to react this time. She fell right over the food.

Peter looked at the maid who stood petrified with his stare. He picked Teresa's head over his lap as the whole place filled with people.

" What's happening? "

" Is that the new maid? "

" Why does the young sir have her head on his lap? "

"What's senior Miss. Bin doing? "

"Silence, " Peter roared after bearing with them for awhile. He took his hand out to examine it and there was a lot of blood he found.

"What happened here? " it was Dusty rushing this time.

" Please call for the ambulance or ask doctor Park to come at once. " Peter ordered. " Pass a clean cloth. Quick. " He ordered another standing next to him as he watched.

He then picked Teresa up in his arms while pressing the cloth as he did.

Everyone watched as he took her upstairs with him.

"Why is he taking her upstairs? "

" Isn't she supposed to be in the maid's quaters? "

" She gets to be in the Young master's arms. Oh! My! Do you see? "

Peter didn't have the need and will to even spare a glance at them this time. He hurried up the stairs and let her gently down on his bed as he slid his hands still pressing her head as he did.

He looked at her closed eyes, where a few tear drops could be traced. Her chapped lips that were half closed. Her loose hairs in front all here and there in a mess.

He loosed her dress a bit as he saw her irregular breathing pace.

" Dusty. Dusty. Hurry up. Why isn't Doctor Park here? Not even the ambulance? "Peter yelled.

Dusty came running in as huffing and puffing, " He is on his way. The ambulance is also coming. "

Dusty took a few gulps of breath and then after contemplating a bit asked, " What happened? Everyone's gossiping down stairs. "

"Gossiping? " Peter roared, like thunder. Then stealing a glance at the unconscious Teresa , lowered his voice and said, " They still dare to gossip? Dusty, is my house turning into a circus. I have to get involved with the maids everytime? Fire everybody and get another fresh batch. "

He turned towards Teresa and checked her breathing, placing his ear over her breast.

Dusty lowered his gaze at the sight as he left. But he had to re-enter as soon as he left as the ambulance and Doctor Park, both came at the same time.

"Let me have a look first. Dusty, go ask the ambulance to wait. " Doctor Park instructed as he asked, " What exactly happened Peter? "

" She was hit with a vase at the back of her head. The bleeding wouldn't stop even when I have been pressing ever since. Even her breathing is getting irregular at times. "He explained as precisely as he could.

" She has lost a lot of blood. It would be better to get her in the ambulance. " Doctor Park suggested after running a few quick checks.

"I will take her, " Dusty willingly volunteered.

Peter gave him such a look he retracted his hand and again took a few steps back.

Peter lifted Teresa as securely as he could, like picking the most delicate flower. He then rushed down the stairs towards the waiting ambulance door.

Doctor Park looked at Dusty over his half moon glass, " What exactly is the relationship of that young girl with our Peter? " He asked quite curiously.

Dusty looked here and there looking at how to best phrase his answer. But the only word that came out of his mouth left the Doctor in wonder, " Ummm, Doctor Park, she is a new maid. "

The rest of the night, Peter spent in a haze. He sat up all through the journey in the ambulance. Kept checking and rechecking along with the paramedics' help. At the hospital he insisted on waiting outside the operation theatre in spite of the doctors reassuring them that they would take care of the rest.

Peter himself didn't know what he had been upto all this while. What consequences his actions might have or seemed to have. He was acting like he had to. It was very unlike him.

A few flashes from the past swept right before him. It was a very small Peter running with something under his sleeve.

" Keep it safe Peter. Save it. I can not give it a proper life here. It's better with you than me. " Said a frail young girl, wearing a worn and torn frock . She held onto Peter's hand as he moved it in shock.

" You are burning. You need to be treated first. " Peter had insisted.

" You know I cannot leave this place. They will kill me if they found out. If you take care of Bingbing, it will be more than enough a favour for me. But are you sure you have the permission for you to keep this? It's just a roadside cat. Would they not kick it out like they did with me? " the girl asked still holding Peter's arms tight in a strong grip.

" It was Miss. Nancy who shouted at you. I'm sorry for it. I will let father know what she did. Just wait till he returns. " Peter had fumed with anger. An uncontrollable rage at not being able to be in charge. He was having this strange sense of deja vu yet again. And it was very hard to ignore.