Meanwhile, they had tied me to a chair and covered my eyes in order to gain time to escape. After a while I could set myself free. As I was leaving this lousy place, I was astonished at what I saw. I ran away as fast as I could. When I got home, I gave Cindy a call. She had to know about it. Since it wasn't convenient to discuss all this on the phone, I asked her to come to my house.
'You won't believe who's behind all this,' I exclaimed.
'Who?' asked Cindy naively, unable to imagine what she was about to hear.
'I saw your mother talking to those two men outside the hideaway where they took me to,' I said.
'Are you joking?' she interrupted. 'It can't have been my mother. How dare you say something like that about her!?'
Our conversation turned into a nasty argument.We kept shouting at each other unwilling to listen.
'I feel disappointed,' Cindy concluded, her eyes filled with tears. 'You lied to me about who you are. I should have listened to our butler.'
'Well, I'm disappointed too because you can't trust me,' I added.
She just put on her coat. She slammed the door behind her without giving me a chance to explain and went home. Her mother was waiting for her with an anxious look on her face. Cindy ran to her arms and she hugged her daughter in silence.
'Why are you crying?' she finally asked. 'What's happened?'
While Cindy told her everything, Mrs Taylor pretended to be surprised and tried to reassure her. 'I thought he was a good person. I liked him ,' she lied. 'I wouldn't have expected such behaviour from him.' There was nothing else to say and Cindy went to bed.
The bell rang early in the morning the next day. Who could be paying me a visit at seven o'clock? Half asleep, I opened the door. There was Mrs Taylor. She came into the living-room and sat down without being invited to. Before I could say a word, she started to talk to me aggressively.
'I'll get straight to the point. Don't you dare see my daughter again,' she shouted. 'Stop doing harm to her, and to us!'
'Me to you?' I asked. 'What about the harm you're doing to me?! I know everything you've been up to.'
'I don't care what you say,' she barked. 'Just tell me... how much?'
'What do you mean 'how much'?'
'How much money do you want to leave my daughter and never come back to her?'
I had to make a great effort so as not to forget I was talking to a 'lady' and reply with the words she really deserved. I just led the way to the door and wished her well.
'You won't believe who's behind all this,' I exclaimed.
'Who?' asked Cindy naively, unable to imagine what she was about to hear.
'I saw your mother talking to those two men outside the hideaway where they took me to,' I said.
'Are you joking?' she interrupted. 'It can't have been my mother. How dare you say something like that about her!?'
Our conversation turned into a nasty argument.We kept shouting at each other unwilling to listen.
'I feel disappointed,' Cindy concluded, her eyes filled with tears. 'You lied to me about who you are. I should have listened to our butler.'
'Well, I'm disappointed too because you can't trust me,' I added.
She just put on her coat. She slammed the door behind her without giving me a chance to explain and went home. Her mother was waiting for her with an anxious look on her face. Cindy ran to her arms and she hugged her daughter in silence.
'Why are you crying?' she finally asked. 'What's happened?'
While Cindy told her everything, Mrs Taylor pretended to be surprised and tried to reassure her. 'I thought he was a good person. I liked him ,' she lied. 'I wouldn't have expected such behaviour from him.' There was nothing else to say and Cindy went to bed.
The bell rang early in the morning the next day. Who could be paying me a visit at seven o'clock? Half asleep, I opened the door. There was Mrs Taylor. She came into the living-room and sat down without being invited to. Before I could say a word, she started to talk to me aggressively.
'I'll get straight to the point. Don't you dare see my daughter again,' she shouted. 'Stop doing harm to her, and to us!'
'Me to you?' I asked. 'What about the harm you're doing to me?! I know everything you've been up to.'
'I don't care what you say,' she barked. 'Just tell me... how much?'
'What do you mean 'how much'?'
'How much money do you want to leave my daughter and never come back to her?'
I had to make a great effort so as not to forget I was talking to a 'lady' and reply with the words she really deserved. I just led the way to the door and wished her well.
