Nick paused for a moment. “Maybe we ought to avoid any place with hot soup tonight!”
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*1 The Royal Suite at Mount Elizabeth Hospital was originally built by the royal family of Brunei for their private use, but is now open to other VVIP patients.
*2 Literally “night market” in Malay, the pasar malam is a traveling outdoor street market where many bargains are sold. In this instance, Eleanor is implying that Felicity Young’s custom-tailored outfit looks like a cheap schmatta from an outdoor street market.
CHAPTER FOUR
MOUNT ELIZABETH HOSPITAL, SINGAPORE
After five hours at the hospital’s intensive care unit, alternately sitting beside her grandmother, managing the visiting dignitaries, managing her mother’s nerves, and managing the caterers from Min Jiang that had set up a buffet*1 in the VIP visitors’ lounge, Astrid needed a break and some fresh air. She took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out to the little grove of palm trees adjacent to the side entrance off Jalan Elok and began texting with Charlie on WhatsApp.
ASTRID LEONG TEO: Sorry I couldn’t talk earlier. No phones allowed in the ICU.
CHARLES WU: No worries. How’s your Ah Ma?
ALT: Resting comfortably at the moment, but the prognosis isn’t good.
CW: So sorry to hear that.
ALT: Are Isabel and the kids all right?
CW: Yes. Their plane landed a couple of hours ago, and thankfully Isabel’s mother managed to keep her calm during the flight. She’s been admitted to Hong Kong Sanatorium and her doctors are attending to her. The kids are okay. Bit shaken up. Chloe’s glued to her phone as usual, and I’m lying here next to Delphine while she sleeps.
ALT: I have to tell you—they were such angels through it all. I could tell they were trying to stay composed during the whole ordeal. Delphine dashed to the side of Mrs. Lee Yong Chien while Chloe tried to help calm Isabel down as she was being restrained.
CW: I am SO SORRY for this.
ALT: Come on, it wasn’t your fault.
CW: It IS my fault. Should have seen this coming. She was supposed to sign off on the divorce settlement this week, and my lawyers were pressuring her. That’s why she snapped. And my security team totally screwed up.
ALT: Wasn’t it the school that screwed up? Letting Isabel walk in and take them out of class in the middle of the school day?
CW: She apparently put on an Oscar-worthy performance. With the way she looked, they really thought there was a family emergency. This is what happens when you donate too much money to a school—they don’t ever question you.
ALT: I don’t think anyone could have anticipated this.
CW: Well, my security team should have! This was an epic fuckup. They never even saw Isabel and the kids exiting—they only had the front entrance under surveillance. Since Izzie went to Diocesan too, she knew all the secret ways to sneak out.
ALT: OMG I didn’t think of that!
CW: She took them out through the laundry-room door and they hopped on the MTR straight to the airport. BTW, we discovered how she knew where to find you. Rosalind Fung tagged you in a Facebook pic from last month’s Christian Fellowship event.
ALT: Really? I’m never on FB. Look at it about once a year.
CW: Isabel’s mum is FB friends with Rosalind. She messaged her three days ago asking if you would be at this event, and Rosalind said yes and even told her you’d be seated at the table of honor!
ALT: So THAT’S how she knew how to find me in that crowd! I was so shocked when she started screaming at me.
CW: I guess the cat’s out of the bag. Everyone must be talking about us now.
ALT: I have no idea. Probably.
CW: What did your mother say? Did she go ballistic when she found out about us?
ALT: Mum’s said nothing so far. I’m not sure she even connected all the dots. When it happened she was too busy dabbing tissues on Mrs. Lee and the Sultana. And then in the midst of all that, Araminta Lee rushed up to us and said, “Haven’t you heard? Your grandmother had a heart attack!”