Chapter 47 Fatal Misunderstandings
Quinn’s POV
I finally tore up the business card before throwing it into the trash can in my room.
Honestly, it seems like White Tiger should take a cue from Frost Maple’s manager when it comes to hiring. Frost Maple is far better at valuing others’ talents and doesn’t treat people with such disrespect. Besides, I’m also surprised that someone with such poor manners could be hired by a team as big as White Tiger.
What a way to ruin my peaceful night.
And also, what time is it? Why hasn't Grayson arrived yet? He promised hours ago to be here, and by now, almost midnight, he still hasn't shown up.
Could something happen to him? Oh my goodness! I didn't think about it because I assumed nothing bad would happen after the game ended.
I quickly grabbed my phone to call Grayson. But what I saw on my phone screen made me stop before calling him.
Grayson had sent me a message. It was a short message saying he wouldn't come tonight.
I put my phone down and sighed. No, no, I mustn't be disappointed. Maybe Grayson is really busy because he has another game tomorrow, so he can't meet me tonight. Yep, maybe that's it.
I need to think positively.
Unfortunately, now I can't think positively anymore. The week has changed, and the new match schedule is looming ahead. Practice has been intensified and increased. And since that day, I haven't seen Grayson again.
I don't know what Grayson is really thinking, but it seems like he's avoiding me. I wonder what his reason is.
Because if he wasn't avoiding me, why didn't he answer my call when I asked if I should come to him to fulfill his superstition or not? Clearly, something is wrong here. Something that made Grayson suddenly stop talking to me.
Could it be because he’s found another girl? But he said back then he wouldn’t replace me with any other girl.
But if it’s not about another girl, then why?
I know Grayson is the type of person with a short fuse, but I also know that if he feels something is wrong, he won't hesitate to confront me. But if he's silent like this and suddenly avoids me, what's really going on?
Oh Grayson, please, don't drive me crazy by making me think about this for too long. Just so you know, these past few days I haven't been able to eat properly or sleep peacefully because of your attitude, which has become as cold as when we first met.
I really want to know what I did wrong that he doesn't even want to look at me, from when I came to S-T Arena until now watching him practice. Usually, every time I enter this place, he would always look at me, even if it was just for a moment.
Given all that, is it wrong for me to suspect something is off?
Changes in attitude and body language are some of the signs that show how someone feels about us. And I understand perfectly well that Grayson's body language is very different now.
Ugh. I think I need to cool down because right now I feel like smoke is coming out of my hair. So I grab my cane to take a quick bathroom break. But as soon as I turn around, after just three steps, I suddenly hear a very loud crash.
I turned back again only to find Grayson lying on the ice, holding his knee. He looked in so much pain that he was grimacing and cursing.
Seeing that, I felt like I had extra strength. I ran on one leg towards Grayson, who was being carried out of the rink.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw that Grayson hadn't let go of his knee. It looked really painful, like he was seriously injured. I hurriedly called the hospital. "We have to get him checked at the hospital. We can’t handle this here under these conditions,” I explained to everyone.
Fortunately, they agreed, except for Grayson. Grayson took my phone and threw it away. Yes, he just threw it until it shattered on the floor.
This not only surprised me, but also everyone who was worried about him. Why did he suddenly throw away my phone, which I was using to get help for him?
"What are you doing?!" I asked loudly. My voice rose not only because I was annoyed that he didn't appreciate my efforts at that moment, but also because of the emotions that had been pent up inside me for the past few days.
I knew it was bad and unprofessional. But I was truly furious. At least, if he was angry with me, he could continue later after he received treatment at the hospital.
“I don’t need to go to hospital,” Grayson said grumpily.
I tugged at my hair and stood with my hands on my hips in front of him, also grumbling. "I know you're injured right now and you're trying to endure it.” I stepped forward. "Grayson, listen to me. We're taking you to the hospital for your own good."
Grayson turned his face away, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Don’t pretend to care.”
“What? I’m your therapist, so of course I care!” I shot back, offended. I almost fainted when he fell, but he’s accusing me of faking it? Can’t he see my face right now? I’m sure I’m pale as a ghost.
“Go away. I don’t need you anymore.”
Those words froze me in place. I couldn't say anything else, just stood there in silence, staring at him in disbelief.
I didn't know what he meant by that. Either he didn't need me as his therapist or... as the person who fulfilled his superstition? Which one was it?
Meanwhile, the sound of an ambulance could be heard and the manager approached us. The manager also looked astonished that those words had come out of Grayson's mouth, the person who had wanted me to be his therapist so badly and even willing to pay me a fantastic amount.
"Watch your words, Grayson! You've gone too far. Quinn is worried about you. You should be grateful that she made a quick decision instead of scolding her!"
Before Grayson could speak again, I quickly shook my head. “Enough, sir. Now please help move him to the ambulance. Please don’t let his legs elevate one side higher than the other.”
We all agreed not to listen to Grayson's refusal. With ten people, we finally carried Grayson to the ambulance. And I was the only one in the back with him. The manager was in the front with the driver.
At that moment, I tried my best to hold back my anger. I tried not to ask what made him act so rude and what made him push me away because he was hurt. I tried not to make the situation worse. But what he said next really hurt me, because after what had happened between us, I couldn't believe those words came out of the mouth of the same person who had praised me.
“If you’re struggling financially, just say it. I’ll give you a bonus instead of you secretly taking another job and stabbing me in the back.”
“What do you mean?”
He didn't answer me, but instead showed me his brightly lit phone screen, which displayed photos and videos of me with the White Tiger manager. Not only that, but there was also an audiotape that he played, which was indeed my voice and Martin's, but it had been edited because the original was not like that.
In the video and audio, everything was made to look as if I had agreed to White Tiger's offer to become Hanz's therapist and would resign from my current position as Grayson's therapist.
No, this is bad, very bad!
Now I understand why Grayson was acting so cold and rude. He was angry with me. He believed all that fabricated evidence. He believed I had betrayed him!
"Grayson," I called out more softly. I wanted to clear up this misunderstanding before it went too far and it was too late. "The person you saw was Martin, the manager of White Tiger. He did meet with me, twice. First when I was working part-time at the minimarket and second when I was hospitalized, where you didn't come that day. He did offer me to join, but I refused all his offers. I refused him as many times as he offered me. You have to believe me."
Grayson closed his eyes with his arms. His mouth remained tightly shut, showing no signs of saying anything.
“Are you trusting those edited photos and videos more than me? Oh come on, Grayson, after everything we’ve been through, after…”
I stopped mid-sentence when Grayson picked up the phone. I didn’t know who it was, but Grayson mentioned the name of the hospital we were heading to.
“Grayson, are you listening to me?”
Once again, I didn't get an answer. He just closed his eyes again after turning off his phone.
Grayson, you have to know that I never thought of switching teams, let alone quitting as your therapist. Please believe me. Please.