Take Me Away novel Chapter 70

That afternoon, Spencer guided Fiona into his car as they left together while a crowd of students eagerly stared at them.

"I’d give anything for Mr. Cheng to treat me like that!"

"Why’s he allowed to drive off with her just like that? I want my dad to pick me up, but our teacher doesn’t even allow it!"

"I don’t think your father has the amount of influence that Mr. Cheng has on the school. How dare the teacher offend him?"

Sophia pursed her lips discontentedly as she listened to their gossiping.

She wanted to roll her eyes because of how clueless they sounded. At the thought of this, she suddenly sighed. The Cheng family was one of the most powerful and richest in M City, though they had a lower profile than other families. They could do whatever they wanted. Of course Fiona couldn’t do anything against them.

Fiona sat in the back seat on the way back to M City. Johnson was an ever so skilled driver—she didn’t feel the slightest bit of swaying.

"Did you tell Grandpa that I got hurt?" she asked.

"I told him you sprained your ankle, but I didn’t mention that you rolled down the mountain," Spencer, who sat beside her, responded. "He’ll be worried to bits if I did."

"That’s good." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Grandpa has a bit of a temper, so don’t let him give a reason to blow his fuse. Just listen to what he has to say, and follow his orders."

His phone then suddenly rang through

the quiet atmosphere inside the car.

He took it out of his pocket. Upon seeing who was calling, his demeanor visibly changed.

It was Celine.

Fiona lifted her head in curiosity. She hesitated as soon as she saw the name on the screen, then looked away.

The vibrating phone felt hot in Spencer’s hand. He glanced at Fiona out of the corner of his eye before turning around and accepting the call.

"Hello?"

"Spencer! When are you coming back?" Celine’s muffled voice came through the speaker.

"I’ll be home soon," he answered in a low voice. "Has your cold gotten worse?"

"I got a fever."

"Go see a doctor." Spencer pursed his lips. "Where are you right now?"

"I’m in Cheng family residence. The doctor has already checked me."

"Okay, then. I’ll be right back. Let’s talk about it when I get home."

"Okay. I’m waiting for you."

With an unreadable expression, he hung up the phone and turned back around to see Fiona sketching. She waited for him to speak, but he simply bit his lips and stayed quiet. She flashed a mocking smile and turned back her attention to the sketchpad.

There was a complete silence on their way back to

the Cheng family residence.

Spencer got out of the car, then leaned back down to carry Fiona out, only to see that she’d turned slightly away from him. She didn’t know exactly why she felt her heart suddenly ache.

"What’s wrong?" He felt frustrated. Once again, he had no idea what was wrong.

Fiona took a deep breath. "I’ll get out by myself. We better not let Grandpa see you carry me."

"But you’re still hurt. Grandpa would understand if he sees your condition! You’re worrying about nothing."

"But I..."

The two continued to argue until Celine finally went out.

"You’re back!" She was pushing a wheelchair as she went towards the car. Her face was visibly flushed. "I heard about Fiona’s injury, so I took this out for her convenience."

"It’s cold outside and you have a fever. Why did you bother to come out?" Spencer scolded her. Although he looked stern, his voice was nothing but concerned.

With knitted brows, Fiona opened the car door on the other side. Celine had already told her back in their wedding night that she would get Spencer back. Since then, Fiona has also kept a distance from her during the internship. Why was Celine now suddenly pretending to be kind to her?

"Why haven’t you come in? Your grandfather’s waiting!" Anna hurried to them. She saw Fiona struggling out of the car and glared at Celine. "You rushed out here to bring a wheelchair to Fiona, and yet you’re not letting her sit in it? Hurry up!"

"Oh, right. Sorry.

Let me help you." Before Celine could help out, Spencer took the wheelchair instead. "Go in and rest so you feel better." He then walked over to Fiona. "Here, sit."

"Thank you," Fiona said in a low voice as she carefully sat down. If it weren’t for the rest of the family, she wouldn’t have been so kind to Celine, nor would she have done what Spencer had asked her to do.

She caught sight of a concerned Wayne as soon as she was pushed into the living room. "How did your foot get so badly hurt?"

"It doesn’t matter, Grandpa. The bandage they put just makes it look a lot worse than it is. If you want to check, I can stand up and walk myself so we can see," Fiona offered.

"No, no, it’s fine! I believe you." He waved his hand. "Go upstairs and get some rest. Don’t worry about needing to go downstairs for dinner. Oh, and Anna, prepare some soup for her."

"Of course, Dad."

Celine stood in the midst of the conversation, seething with annoyance. 'How can Wayne care so much for Fiona but not me? Why couldn’t he have chosen her instead for Spencer? Did Wayne drive me away so ruthlessly at that time just because he preferred Fiona?' She was drowning in her own thoughts.

The night was getting cold.

Fiona had just finished eating dinner up in her room. The nanny hadn’t come to clean up yet, and so Spencer came up first.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

She nodded quietly. She certainly didn’t expect that he would come up voluntarily to clean up the dishes for her. "No, it’s okay! I’ll clean them myself."

"No, just sit down!" Spencer quickly packed up the dishes before she could protest. "I’ll be back soon."

The door shut behind him. Fiona frowned as she became even more confused.

"Ahem!" The cough came from Celine’s room.

Spencer hesitated for a moment before setting down the bowl and chopsticks near the door.

He then knocked three times.

"Come in! Ahem!"

"Are you feeling better? Your cough still seems pretty bad." Spencer pushed the door open, a hand in his pocket.

"Spencer!" Celine immediately brightened up at the sight of him. She grinned and immediately ran.

"Slow down!" Spencer frowned. "You look so frail."