My Gateman and I: Chapter Seven
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The next day, in the afternoon, I was away from home when Williams, with a sinister grin on his face, showed up at my house with the police. They arrested Max, dragging him away in handcuffs, and took him to the station. I was unaware of the chaos that had unfolded at my home.
As the evening drew to a close, I returned, honking the horn repeatedly, but there was no sign of Max. I grew concerned, my heart racing with every passing moment. I got out of the car and opened the gate, driving in and closing it behind me. I called out for Max, but the silence was deafening.
I entered the house, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. After finishing my bath, I received a call from the police station, informing me that they had Max in custody. My heart sank, and I quickly got dressed and rushed to the station.
Upon arrival, I demanded that they release Max, and after some negotiation, I was able to bail him out. Still fuming, I took the opportunity to report Williams' fraudulent activities to the police, providing them with evidence of the transfers and chats. The police, convinced of Williams' guilt, promptly we went to his location and arrested him.
As I watched Williams being led away in handcuffs, a sense of relief washed over me. Justice had finally been served, and I could now focus on repairing my relationship with Max. I could see the pain in his eyes, and I knew that he needed medical attention as soon as possible.
"Max, we need to get you to the hospital right away," I said, my voice filled with concern.
Max nodded weakly, his body language betraying the discomfort he was feeling. I quickly helped him into the car, and we sped off to the nearest hospital.
As we arrived at the emergency room, I could see the worry in the eyes of the medical staff. They quickly ushered Max into a treatment room, where they began to examine him.
The doctor's face was grim as he assessed Max's injuries. "He's got some severe bruising and lacerations," he said, shaking his head. "He's going to need some stitches and pain medication."
I felt a surge of anger towards the police officers who had handled Max so roughly. How could they have been so brutal?
But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on getting Max the help he needed. I stayed by his side as the medical staff worked to treat his injuries, offering what comfort I could.
As the hours passed, Max's condition began to stabilize. He was going to be okay, but the experience had left its mark on both of us.
As we left the hospital, I turned to Max and said, "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'll do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again."
Max looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Summer," he said, his voice weak but sincere. "I appreciate everything you've done for me."
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Max and I returned home, exhausted but relieved.
The next day, I went to work, trying to put the traumatic events behind me. But little did I know, Max had other plans.
In the afternoon, while I was still at work, Max packed his bags and left, leaving behind a letter in his room. I came home, expecting to see him as usual, but instead, I found the letter on his bed.
As I read the words, my heart sank, and tears began to flow uncontrollably. Max had written that he couldn't continue working for me, that there was no need for him to stay. He expressed his gratitude for the time we spent together but firmly stated that he had to move on.
The letter was a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and heartbroken. I felt like I had lost a part of myself, like the rug had been pulled out from under me. I read the letter over and over, hoping that the words would change, that Max would somehow come back to me.
But the words remained the same, a harsh reality that I couldn't escape. Max was gone, and he wasn't coming back. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.
I cried and cried, my body shaking with sobs. I didn't know what else to do, how to move on without Max by my side. He had become such a big part of my life, and now he was gone.
The letter was a constant reminder of what I had lost, of what could never be again.
As the hours passed, I became numb, my tears drying up, leaving behind a hollow emptiness.
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