Rich People Problems (Crazy Rich Asians #3)(21)

       
        

"There. Now just find an empty slot for your candle. Anywhere you like," he said in a hushed voice.

She placed hers on the lowest rack, next to one that was almost burned out. As Su Yi watched the flame begin to brighten, she thought of the island she had been forced to flee. She still wished she could have defied her father and stayed on. She knew she should be feeling grateful rather than angry at her father, especially in light of the latest news. The Jurong-Kranji defense line had finally been breached yesterday morning, and invading Japanese soldiers were probably all over Bukit Timah now, swarming her neighborhood as they made their way to the city center. She wondered what was happening at Tyersall Park, if it had sustained any bomb damage, or whether the troops had discovered and pillaged the place.

Su Yi closed her eyes and chanted a little prayer for everyone who remained at Tyersall Park and for her cousins, her aunties and uncles, and her friends-everyone who couldn't get off the island in time. When she opened her eyes, James was standing right in front of her, so close she could feel his warm breath.

"My goodness, you startled me!" she gasped.

"Do you wish to confess?" he said, leading her toward a wooden booth.

"I'm not sure … should I?" Su Yi asked, her heart beginning to race. She wasn't sure she wanted to go into the dark box.

"I think it's time." He opened the latticework screen door for her.

She stepped inside the confession booth hesitantly, surprised by how comfortable the cushion on the seat was as she sat down. It was plush velvet, and it felt all of a sudden like she was seated in the Hispano-Suiza that her father had given to her for her sixteenth birthday. Every time she was driven into town, clusters of people would run after the car in excitement. The Anglos would look in curiously, wondering which dignitary was inside the grand automobile, and she loved seeing their stunned expressions when they realized it was a Chinese girl. Children would try to grab on to the car, while young suitors would attempt to throw roses through the window in the hopes of winning her attention.

The window to the confession booth slid open, and she could see that James was sitting on the other side, playing at being the priest.

"Tell me, my child, have you sinned?" he asked.

She didn't want to say anything, but suddenly, she felt her lips moving uncontrollably. "Yes I have."

"I can't hear you-"

"I have sinned. I have sinned against you." Again the words just pouring out even as she tried to keep her mouth closed.

"Speak up, dear. Can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you. You're sitting one foot away from me," Su Yi said, annoyed, as a bright flash of light coming through the latticework screen suddenly glared into her eyes. 

"Can you hear me?" The voice sounded garbled as it morphed from English into Hokkien.

Suddenly it was all terribly bright, and she was no longer in the confession booth of Mount Mary in Bombay. She was in a hospital room, and her cardiologist was staring down at her. "Mrs. Young, can you hear me?"

"Yes," she murmured weakly.

"Good, good," Professor Oon said. "Do you know where you are?"

"Hospital."

"Yes, you're at Mount Elizabeth. You had a cardiac episode, but we've managed to stabilize you and I'm very happy with the progress you're making. Do you feel any pain?"

"Not really."

"Good, you shouldn't. We have you on a constant dose of hydrocodone, so you should not have to feel any discomfort at all. Now, I'm going to send Felicity in. She's very eager to see you."

Felicity entered and tiptoed rather awkwardly to her mother's bedside. "Oh Mummy! You're finally awake. They've had you sedated for the past two days so that your heart could rest. How are you feeling? You gave us quite a scare!"

"Where are Madri and Patravadee?"

"Oh, your lady's maids are right outside. They've been with you all this time, but you haven't known it. Francis only allows one of us in at a time."

"I'm very thirsty."

"Yes, yes. It's this medication they have you on, and the oxygen tube in your nose. It really dries out your throat. Let's get you some water." Felicity looked around and found a water jug on a side table. "Hmm. I wonder if this is filtered or from the tap. Oh dear, they only have plastic cups. Do you mind? I'll have some proper glasses brought up as soon as possible. I don't understand why there are only plastic cups in here. I don't know if you can tell, but you're in the Royal Suite, built for the Brunei royals. We had it specially arranged for you. But dear me, they need proper cups."