Thanks to Kenelm, Dominic and I made up. Rory couldn't help but be shocked when he saw us walking together to the pool.
"I didn't believe Esther Joan was your wife until now, Dominic. You really look like a happy family on vacation." Rory laughed and said.
"It's not the same, it's the truth." Dominic corrected.
Anyone can tell that Dominic's mood is very good. He, along with Esther and Kenelm, freely swam and played.
"Dad, what kind of water is that? I want to try it." Kenelm pointed to the cocktail Dominic was holding.
"No. This is an alcoholic drink, children can't drink it. Wait until you turn 18, you can try it. Now, if you drink it, your mommy will be sad."
Kenelm heard Dominic say his mother might be upset if he asked to drink the sparkling water, and Kenelm stopped asking.
I stood on the shore and saw the father and son chatting happily, the mood also became comfortable. Gradually, the relationship between us has drawn closer together, become cohesive and strong. For one thing, Vivian hasn't appeared since that dinner. She did not come to bother us at all, nor did we accidentally catch her on this luxury yacht.
It wasn't until a few days later that I happened to see Vivian in the hallway on the yacht. She was leaning against the railing of the yacht and was on the phone with someone. We were quite far apart so I couldn't hear what she was saying. Our relationship can't be considered friends right now, because it's really awkward. Even an ordinary greeting that I find difficult to say. So, I waited for her to finish talking on the phone and leave before I went through that hallway.
For a moment, I noticed that Vivian's gait was rather strange. She moved with ease and lightness, unlike someone who had been injured in the leg for many years. With doubts in my heart, I strode quickly through the turn in the corridor, while also wondering why I didn't see any black-robed bodyguards here.
At this moment, my neck felt a twinge of pain. Startled, I grabbed the arm that was sticking the needle in my neck and tried to shove it away, but I couldn't. The anesthetic made my mind go wild, my whole body seemed to be drained of strength, my legs could not stand anymore and fell down. The last thing I remember was the woman's long hair brushing across my nose.
The moment I woke up, I was in a dark and damp place. I could feel my clothes sticking to my body due to the water. My hands were tied behind my back and a black eyepatch was wrapped around my eyes. My whole body was tied to an iron post and could barely move.
"Is any body here?"
I tried shouting, but the place was definitely empty, only my ragged breathing from panic and the sound of water dripping. I tried kicking around with my feet, but the floor was very slippery, plus the anesthetic still worked, making my body inflexible, so I couldn't move easily.
Instead of making a ruckus, I slowly replayed what happened when I came across a bend in the corridor at the yacht. The most suspicious person is definitely Vivian, she has the purpose to harm me, but does not want to rush to blame her. Anyway, in my impression, Vivian is still a good girl.
Many memories passed through my head, I remember the time when she and I both fell into the river in Goderich. Then, before I went into a coma from choking on water, I vaguely saw Vivian swimming with ease and coming to the surface. But then, Garrick told me that Vivian was rescued ashore by one of Dominic's bodyguards, so I forgot about that too.
Looking back now, I feel like there was something very suspicious about Vivian. Her leg didn't seem to be injured that badly. But I don't know how she managed to hide it for so long from Dominic. Looking at Dominic's expression, you can see that he is completely unsuspecting and is still anxious to find a way to cure Vivian's disabled leg.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound like some engine had just been activated. It hums so horrible it makes goosebumps all over my body. Because I can't swim, I'm always afraid of water, being in a wet place like this makes me nervous.
"Did you double check the bottom?" A man's voice came from afar.
"There's no need to double-check. No one has gone down to that dark place. Well, it must have been a ghost."
After saying that, the laughter of the two men resounded at the same time.
"Hey, I'm here. Someone help me, please." I shouted until my voice was hoarse.
Through the conversation of the other two men, it can be confirmed that they are not the perpetrators and brought me down here. I tried to call them in the hope they would spot me, but then reality let me down. The sound of their conversation grew quieter, as did the footsteps. In the end, they left.
I was desperate and struggling, trying with all my might to yank the rope around my arms and body, but I couldn't. At this moment, I suddenly realized that in the room where I was staying, there seemed to be a little more water. At first, I just felt the floor was wet, now the water has soaked my pants.
This room was definitely on the yacht, because during my brief coma no one could take me off this yacht that is floating in the ocean. But that doesn't mean I'm safe. Within a few hours, if I don't get out of here quickly, I'm dead.
The water gradually rose up, the speed was not too fast but soon half of my body was submerged in the water. Thanks to the slippery water, the rope that tied me to the iron pole also seemed to loosen a bit. I wiggled persistently, rubbing the rope against the pole to make it loosen. When the cold water reached my chin, I was finally able to get up and narrowly escaped death. Although the rope was still tightly wrapped around me, my body moved a little more freely.
I licked my lips and gasped, then startled to realize the taste of salty water. This is sea water. So that means the room I'm in is most likely the lowest point on this yacht. So, even if I desperately screamed or called for help, the people above wouldn't know.
My phone was also stolen, so there's no hope for me to be able to call for help.