But why would someone like that drive so fast in traffic, putting people in danger? It didn't make sense.
"Stay here, Lilah. I don't want you getting hurt." Her brother said and then marched towards the direction of the man.
Lilah could feel her surroundings. She could tell where the car had crashed and roughly the amount of people around but that was it.
One could say it was a heightened ability for someone who had lost their sight. Their sense of smell would be heightened, and their sense of touch, hearing, and taste. And most times, their instincts were always right.
"Be careful, brother." Lilah said, and Harry gushed at his sister's concern for him.
He patted her head and said,
"Don't worry. I'll be fine." He turned to the driver. "Take my sister to the shop. I don't want her to be around this dangerous area."
"But what about you, young master?"
"I can't let someone who put my sister into harm's way get away scot-free. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."
"Alright." The driver turned to Lilah. "Young Miss, please let's go."
Lilah nodded.
She did not know what would happen from there or what had happened with that man with a golden heart but she hoped it would be alright.
She couldn't be of any help even if she wanted to so it would be best to just leave.
The driver flagged a taxi and took Lilah to the clothing shop.
They waited there for a while since Lilah couldn't pick out the dresses herself. She was waiting for Harry in the waiting lounge of the shop while the driver went back.
It was peaceful for a while and she only worried about the situation at the accident site.
But then, that became the least of her worries as some girls entered the waiting lounge and started to snicker at her.
They took a look at her old-fashioned clothes and her cane in her hand.
"And what does a blind country bumpkin think she came to find in a place like this?"
Lilah's eyebrows gently furrowed. She didn't want any trouble. Why were people like this everywhere?
"What do you mean she came to 'find'?" Another girl asked. "One needs eyes to seek right? But this one doesn't have eyes." She said and they all laughed.
They were the type of people who would laugh at others' misfortune and mock them.
"Did you get lost?" One of the girls asked, walking closer to Lilah. "If you like, we could point you in the right direction. Oh, right. You won't be able to know which way we're pointing because you can't see."
They mocked her for her blindness as if hoping it would make her feel much less of a human being and crush her spirit.
Lilah clenched her cane.
"Why isn't she answering? Is she also dumb?"
"That would be so hilarious." They cackled.
"People like you should just stay home and do nothing." One of the girl's voices sounded spiteful, and then she pulled Lilah's hair.
"Ahh!" Lilah shrieked in pain. "It hurts. Please, let go."
"Ah, so you do have a voice. Then why did you keep me silent this whole time?"
Lilah was angry. She would've loved to retaliate but how far can someone who was blind retaliate?
After she hit them once, she wouldn't be able to tell where they would hit her from and then she'd get beaten up.
She wanted to avoid that, but it wasn't like keeping quiet was going to stop them from doing whatever they wanted.
"I'm just here waiting for my brother." Lilah said, her hands lightly trembling as she held her hair, hoping it would lessen the pain as her hair was being tugged.
"Your brother?" The girl's eyebrows tilted up.
"Is he cute?" One girl asked.
"How would she know? She's blind." Another girl said and they laughed.
"You should've said that from the start." The girl tugging on her hair said. "It would've saved you a lot of trouble but now... I just don't like how pretty you look."
"Haha, so you're going to bully her because she looks so much prettier than you?" One of the girls asked and the girl holding Lilah's hair scoffed.
"There's no way she's prettier than me. But I just feel this pretty face and nice hair are wasted on a blind person who can't appreciate the beauty. She can't even admire herself in the mirror. It's a waste, I tell you."
The girls laughed.
"Please... Let go." Lilah pleaded, biting her lips, her eyes tearing up, but this made her seem even more pretty and, at the same time, pitiful, so the girl got mad and flung her to the ground.
"Gosh, you have a face that looks so good under my feet." She stepped on Lilah's face but Lilah tried to push her feet off. "Let me ruin that face of yours a bit. It's not like you can see what it looks like anyway. I'm sure you have no friends, and everyone runs from you, so it won't make a difference if you're ugly, haha."
Lilah gritted her teeth. She hated this. She hated her weak and defenseless she was. But it was not as bad as when she was a cripple so she could endure this little harassment. It wasn't like it would be the first time.
Just as she prepared herself to take whatever this girl planned to do to her, the door opened, and Patrick walked in with the manager, who was trying to lick his boots.
But as soon as he saw the sight in front of him, he frowned heavily and yelled.
"What do you think you're doing to my sister?!"
The girls froze. Why was 'he' here?
Patrick hurried and pushed the girl away, causing her to fall and hit her head on the table.
"Lilah, are you okay? Quickly, get up." He helped her up.
"Brother Patrick?" She thought he was supposed to be at the airport. "Aren't you supposed to be picking up Dawn?"
"Yes, but her flight won't be here for another thirty minutes, and Harry called me that you were alone here. He didn't want you to be alone, but he's held up, so I came first." He cleaned her face with his palm and then raised his gaze to glare at the girls, causing fear to run down their spins. "I didn't think I'd come and see something like this."
Lilah's heart raced as she heard Patrick had left the airport to come be with her. In the past, even if there were three hours to Dawn's plane landing, he wouldn't mind waiting.
He would drop everything else and make sure to wait till he set his eyes on her.
But now... There were thirty minutes left, but he wasn't at the airport. He was with her.
Her eyes teared up and she began to cry.
"Lilah, does it hurt?" Patrick asked, thinking she was crying because of what the girls did to her but she was crying at how good they were being to her. How warm they were making her heart feel.
"Brother Patrick," she called as she held his hands on her face. "They hurt me." She reported. "Please, don't let them go."
This was the first time Lilah was asking anything from Patrick, so naturally, he would do a good job. He wouldn't let them get away with what they did to his precious sister.
"Someone," he called and three guards walked in, their imposing and intimidating appearance causing the girls to flinch in fear. "I want those three to be under my sister's feet right this instant."