Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

Aurora stopped cooking and turned around confusingly, “What’s wrong?”

Sion strode over, turned off the gas and looked at her indifferently, “Nevaeh’s arm was scratched by the zipper in the sleeve of the dress.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“How?”

Aurora frowned and explained, “Zippers in that place are very common. The zippers are round on the ends, and they’re tiny and smooth…”

“I saw her wound.” Sion interrupted, “She’s been scratched.”

Aurora pursed her lips and still found it hard to believe, “It had nothing to do with the design. Or the factory didn’t polish the zippers well…”

“Don’t take the job unless it can be well done.” Sion frowned and went out of the kitchen.

Aurora looked at him unbelievably. Did it turn out to be her fault? For God’s sake, she didn’t want this job in the first place. She didn’t want to design clothes for Nevaeh. Didn’t he make her take the job? How come she was the one to blame when Nevaeh was slightly injured?

She took off the apron and snorted, “Fine! I’m a terrible designer. I suck at my job. But whoever made me take the job should also take the blame, right?” Aurora was being sarcastic.

Sion didn’t expect that and pulled a long face, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think so?”

Aurora was pissed and stared at him fearlessly, “I did a poor job. Then why didn’t you stop her from bothering me? Why must you make me agree to design the clothes for her!”

Observing his impatient expression, Aurora didn’t bother to argue with him any more and turned to run out of the door.

Bang!

She slammed the door shut and stormed out. The room was quiet again. Sion looked at the noodles on the plate and put on a gloomy face.

Aurora left the apartment and wandered around the alleyway.

Sion didn’t come for her. She wrapped herself tight with her jacket. The wind at night was a little chilly.

After wandering for a while, she began to scroll on social media.

Then, she saw a post that made her upset.

With the sound of trudging footsteps, she focused on the picture posted by Nevaeh two hours ago.

The comment read, “My arm is slightly injured. It’s a little bleeding, and Dr Carroll was very concerned and cleaned the wound for me. Doesn’t it look like I’m having surgery? LOL.”, followed by two emojis which were a flushed face and a Face with tears of joy respectively.

In the end, she’d illustrated a photo of Sion’s perfect side face, in which he looked concentrated and worried as if he was caring about his loved one who was injured.

Suddenly, Aurora slouched her hands. She somehow felt like she was a silly clown and wondered what on earth she was still looking forward to.

Time flew. It’d been three days since she quarrelled with Sion.

To her, it was like ages. And she hadn’t seen Sion again since that day.

Feeling listless and distracted, Aurora glanced at the calendar on the desk and was suddenly in shock. Tomorrow was the 20th.

All at once, those terrible memories crossed her mind again.

She leaned back in tears and lost herself in the memory.

Three years ago today, it was pouring in Lower Hopton. Her father Toby Robertson, Sion’s teacher, went to a lecture in Swanford (a city). He called her right after the lecture was over, “Aurora, sweetheart. Daddy will make it back in time and celebrate your birthday tomorrow.”

Aurora looked at the heavy rain out of the window and found the thunder and lightning quite scary, then said in a spoiled tone, “OK. Daddy. If you eat your words, I’ll be mad at you.”

“OK! I promise. Would you like to talk to Sion? He wishes you a happy birthday.”

Aurora was a little shy, “Daddy! I gotta go. Be safe!”

Toby was a professor at the medical school, and Sion used to be his most excellent student. He travelled to Swanford for business and he’d taken Sion with him. However, on their way back, they had a car accident on that rainy night because of fatigue from driving. The driver and Sion were injured, but her father had lost his life in the accident.

Aurora thought it might be God’s punishment for her. Why must she celebrate her birthday? Her father wouldn’t have had a car accident if she hadn’t been so spoiled.

Aurora hadn’t celebrated her birthday again since then. To her, her birthday was her father’s death day. And she could never forgive herself for she thought she was the murderer.

Aurora stared at the ceiling and wondered what life would be like if her father hadn’t had that car accident.

The clock was ticking.

Aurora was caught in the memory until a sound of the tone brought her back to earth. She wiped her tears and checked the message. It was from Sion, reading, “Got emergency tonight. Won’t be home. See you in the cemetery tomorrow. Same time.”