Chapter 72 A Question Unanswered
NANCY’S POV
My mind couldn’t help doubting Diana’s words, and I wondered if I really had nothing to worry about.
A part of me wanted to believe that was true, but another part refused to. It was simply unbelievable that something that had plagued me day and night had been resolved just like that.
Ever since I came to Florida, I have never actually been at ease. I always felt like my past would catch up to me any moment, so this news I had just heard felt so surreal.
“I thought you would be happier.” Diana’s voice interrupted my thought process.
I looked up from my half-eaten plate of food and noticed her watching me closely.
“I am,” I said, but there was a sigh that accompanied my words that said otherwise.
Diana pointed that out.
“Well, you don’t sound happy. You don’t look as if you are either.”
“I am,” My lips tugged back into a wry smile that waned just as fast as it appeared.
I lowered my head then let my fork drop onto my plate, leaning all the way back in my seat, debating if it was okay to bare my thoughts to her.
I didn’t think for too long.
“I just didn’t expect it to happen like this…So fast. It worries me.”
“I’m scared I’ll wake up tomorrow and find out it was all a dream or that I’ll chance upon another news that debunks this one. What if Hudson finds a way to extricate himself from this situation?”
“You worry too much, Nancy. Bad people get caught all the time. The law isn’t unprevailing. If he did something bad, then it is only right that he pays for it.”
She was right, but in Hudson’s case, she was wrong. He had gotten himself out of similar situations so many times. I wasn’t sure the law was above him.
Knowing that Diana’s opinion wouldn’t change since she didn’t know him as well as I did, I chose to just change the topic of our discussion, and the first thing my mind went to was its attempt to find out who had ratted Mr Hudson out or likely implicated him.
All the conjectures I had raised earlier returned too, and I figured that if someone knew Mr Landon well enough, it was his daughter, Diana.
“Diana, do you think…” She perked up, but my voice trailed off already.
I was rethinking my decision.
“Do I think what…?” Diana urged, studying my face.
Biting down on my lower lip, I let the rest of my words loose without hesitation.
“Do you think your Dad had something to do with this?”
“My Dad?” She exclaimed.
I paused for a moment, then added, “He asked me about it yesterday, and I told him everything that happened with Mr Hudson and why I really had to leave. He assured me that I would be safe here."
“I thought he was just saying that to reassure me, but then…This happened. It makes me think…”
Again, I didn’t get to finish, but it was because Diana interrupted me this time.
She didn’t just interrupt me; she laughed in my face.
Wheezing, she said, “You think my Dad was behind this?”
I nodded seriously, and she laughed even harder.
“Nancy, you know what I think?”
Shuffling in my seat, I leaned closer to her, waiting for her to voice her opinion.
“I think you have been watching too many movies.”
The hope I had mustered deflated, and I leaned back in my seat, hissing, “You should have just told me you don’t know.”
In response, all she did was laugh at me again.
I shot her a glare, and she stopped, but I could still see her eyes twinkling.
The thought, however, wouldn’t leave my head, and even when we left for school, it was all I could think about.
At school, I also thought about Mason and my discussion with him.
He didn’t show up at school, and it made me wonder if it had anything to do with my rejection of his feelings.
I felt guilty because I knew I had hurt his feelings, but I also knew I had done the right thing.
Right now, I was in love with someone else, and I didn’t think those feelings would fade soon.
When the said person showed up to teach his lecture, I forced myself to focus on his teachings and not distract myself with thoughts of him or what I thought he had done, and surprisingly, I was able to, but as soon as class ended, I went after him.
“Mr Landon, can I see you for a minute? Privately.”
He stared at me for a full minute, then muttered, “Meet me in my office.”
I watched him go, feeling a sinking feeling in my chest as his figure departed.
Frankly, I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to say to me or what expectations I had of him, but at the same time, it was disappointing that he did nothing.
Maybe I was the stupid one after all.
He hadn’t forced me; I was the one who chose to get into this fucked up relationship with him, and it was also me who fell for him.
In all of this, he didn’t force my hand.
“What are you discussing privately with my Dad that can’t possibly wait till we get home?”
I didn’t realise that Diana had walked up to me or that she had overheard me until she spoke.
Turning to face her, I wiped every emotion off my face, then smiled, “Nothing serious, just a question I have about what he taught earlier.”
“Really?” She angled her head doubtfully at me.
I looped an arm around her shoulder, then pulled her closer to me, “What? Would you prefer I ask him over dinner?”
“Heck no!” She shoved my hand away. “No one wants to listen to your boring theories or my Dad’s equally boring lecture.”
She walked forward after that, hastily, and I couldn’t help chuckling.
Only Diana dared call Mr Landon's lectures boring.
A while later, I walked up to his office and then knocked gently, muttering, “It’s me, Nancy.”
“Come in.”
I exhaled when I heard that, then gently pushed the door in and walked in.