Chapter 195: Mr. Handkerchief
Rizie’s eyes swelled up badly when she entered Dion’s condo to fetch some of his things. She knew the password to his entrance as it was not the first time that she had been there. They both knew each other’s password because they were like the best of friends.
"Oh God, please..." she muttered as tears started to form once more in her eyes. She was too worried and felt scared for some unknown fear, though Yera had already confirmed to her that Dion had already passed the critical condition and would soon be transferred to the recovery room.
She immediately ran to Dion’s condo when she heard that he might regain consciousness anytime, to get some of his things that he might need while he stayed at the hospital. Wiping the tears in her eyes, Rizie walked towards Dion’s room. Although she had entered Dion’s condo several times for a quick snack or sometimes for a meal with him, she never had the chance to see Dion’s bedroom.
As expected, it was very neat and clean unlike hers. Dion was a very organized person too. She immediately opened his closet to get his personal things like underwear, comfortable shirts and shorts, towel and other things. She creased her forehead when she noticed the other drawer that was transparent too where his small towels were kept perfectly arranged in neat stacks.
"Are those handkerchiefs?" she mumbled. She did recall Dion often used a handkerchief so she grabbed some and somewhat dropped it.
"Tsk!" Rizie fuzzed on her clumsiness while she bent down to pick up the handkerchief. She grabbed them but paused as her brows furrowed.
"What’s this?" she whispered seeing the same three tulips embroidery in warm colors of red, yellow and pink. She quickly stood up and checked all the handkerchiefs and to her surprise they were all the same. Suddenly something dawned on her and flashbacks of the day when Dion asked her if the man who offered her the handkerchief was not Dr. Dee, danced in front of her eyes.
She knew Dion often used handkerchiefs but he probably folded it in such a way that the embroidery was always hidden, so she did not notice it ever. Then she realized, she never saw even once Dr. Dee using a handkerchief. Both men wore eyeglasses too. ’Could it be?’ Rizie’s heart raced.
That instant she grabbed her mobile phone and called Dr. Rui Dee who was still abroad.