Chapter 22

We got out of the car and stood in front of a large gate. It seemed like this was Natasha's house. I rang the doorbell, and a maid answered.

"Who are you? Do you need something?" the woman asked us. She looked like she was in her 30s.

"Do you know her?" I showed her the picture of the woman who took my handkerchief.

"Ah, that's Roseta. I'll just call her. What's your business with her?"

"We're just acquaintances. I just need to ask her something."

The woman left, leaving Austine and me waiting outside. We had been waiting for several minutes, but no one had returned, not even Roseta. I was starting to get impatient and wanted to go inside. But then, a car arrived and stopped in front of us. Natasha got out of the car. I had expected to run into her, especially since this was her house. I just thought there won't be a problem, 'cause I thought maybe she's inside and wouldn't see me.

"What the heck are you doing here?" she asked rudely.

"I didn't come here to see you," I replied.

"How dare you! You need to fix your attitude, considering you're here in our house!"

"Correction, I'm outside the gate, not inside your house!" I saw a hint of annoyance on her face. I turned my back on her when I saw Roseta and the woman who answered the door earlier approaching us.

"What do you want from Roseta?" Natasha asked me.

"I just need to confirm something!" Meanwhile, Austine seemed restless about what was happening.

"I'm her boss, so I should know why." I handed Natasha a copy of the video showing Roseta holding the handkerchief I was looking for.

"Oh, come on, you're really struggling to the point where you're making a big deal out of finding a handkerchief?!" I angrily faced her.

"Just say what you want to say, I don't care what you have to say! What I need is the handkerchief I'm looking for! So can you please just shut up!"

"Bitch!" She slapped me.

I slapped her back. It seemed like she didn't like what I did, so she pulled my hair. Austine tried to restrain us, but neither of us wanted to back down. My scalp hurt from her hair-pulling, so I had no choice but to use my skills. I quickly flipped her over.

I saw the shock on the faces of Natasha's maids, as well as Austine's. Natasha, on the other hand, was sprawled on the cement road.

"You're... unavailable!" she managed to say, still clutching her back. She struggled to stand up, and her knees were scraped. Her hair was also disheveled. I suddenly felt guilty when I saw her condition.

I pointed at Roseta. "You!" She looked scared of me. "Come here!" I shouted, startling her. She quickly approached me, clearly terrified.

"Where did you put my handkerchief?"

"I-I don't remember!"

"What do you mean you don't remember?! Just remember it!"

I felt like my anger was boiling over. But at the same time, I pitied Roseta because she was clearly terrified of me. But when Sapphire and Natasha helped each other against me last week, she seemed so happy.

"Look what you did to me?! You must pay for this! Just get out!" Natasha shouted at us, her voice full of rage. Her loud shouting almost hurt my ears.

"Ma'am Anya, let's just come back tomorrow," Austine said to me.

"I'll come back, when that woman does not returns my handkerchief, I'm telling you, Natasha, this isn't the only thing that's going to happen to you."

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I turned my back on them and quickly got into the car. Austine's face showed concern, unsure of what to do next. During the drive, I lean my body resting on the window of the car.

I didn't care if Christian got mad at me for what I did to Natasha. What was more important to me was getting my handkerchief back.

When I arrived home, I went straight to my room. Glaiza even greeted me, asking if I wanted to cook dinner for her boss. I wasn't in the mood to respond to her, so I felt like I ignored her. I really didn't feel like doing anything after what happened earlier.

I knew I was also at fault, but Natasha started it. I didn't want to be bullied by that woman again. Once was enough.

I sulked in my room for a few hours until I decided to go downstairs to eat. My stomach was growling anyway. When I went down, I was the only one awake. Good thing I didn't cook, because Christian was coming home late again and the food would have gone to waste.

I decided to not eat yet, instead I went to the garden to get some fresh air. I was really stressed out earlier.

While I was sitting there, I heard Christian's car arrive. From where I was, I saw him get out of the car, and he looked frustrated. My phone rang, and it was him calling. He was already home, yet he still called me. I didn't answer, instead I went to where he was.

He immediately saw me approaching him. His gaze was cold, as if I had done something wrong. I suddenly felt nervous, like I wanted to take back what I said earlier about not caring if he got mad at me.

"D-do you need something from me?" I stuttered.

"What did you do?" His voice was extremely cold.

"If it's about what happened to Na—"

"She's in the hospital. What the hell Anya?! What's wrong with you?!" I was shocked by his sudden outburst. This was the first time I'd seen him angry and yelling at me.

"Why is it like it's my fault? She started it."

"You should have just ignored her." He messed up his hair in frustration. "Natasha's birthday is coming up, and because of what you did, there's going to be trouble. How important is that stupid handkerchief to you that you had to react that way to Natasha? It's just a piece of cloth, for Pete's sake."

I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I held them back. I didn't want to cry in front of him. I thought he would understand me, since I assumed he didn't care about Natasha. But why was he acting like he was worried about her now?

"That's not just any ordinary handkerchief to me. It's extremely important to me. You wouldn't understand how I feel because you're not in my shoes. You can't just say that I am over reacted to Natasha because of that fucking handkerchief! Just because you're rich, you don't know how to value something!" I didn't wait for him to respond. I turned my back on him, and the tears I'd been holding back finally fell.

If he liked Natasha that much, why didn't he just marry her instead? My life was already complicated, and it became even more chaotic when he arrived. I packed my things from my room. I didn't have much clothes here, so it was easy to carry them. Yeah, I know it's immature of me to run away. Mo