Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

Eddie turned to see Professor Oon, still in his surgical scrubs, enter the drawing room.
Catherine got up from her divan and rushed up to him. “Francis! So good to see you. How
is Mummy today?”
“Her vitals are stable at the moment.”
“Can we go in and see her now?”
“She’s in and out of consciousness. I will let four visitors in, but two at a time and only
for five minutes each.”
Alix looked at her sister. “Go on. Take Taksin, Adam, and Piya with you. I’ve already
spent time with her this morning—”
“I haven’t seen Ah Ma yet today,” Eddie cut in. “Dr. Oon, surely one more visitor won’t
make any difference?”
“Okay, I’ll let you go in for a few minutes after the rest have come out, but only for a
few minutes. We don’t want to add any more strain to her today,” the doctor said.
“Of course. I won’t say a word.”
“Eddie, will you say a little prayer for Ah Ma when you’re in the room with her?” Auntie
Victoria suddenly asked.
“Em, sure, I can do that,” Eddie promised.
The five of them headed down the corridor to Su Yi’s private quarters. The sitting room
adjoining her bedroom had been transformed into a cardiac care unit, with half the room
turned into a clinical prep area and the other half filled with various medical machines.
Several doctors and nurses huddled over a bank of computer screens, analyzing every blip
in their VVIP patient’s vital signs, while Su Yi’s Thai lady’s maids hovered just by the
doorway, ready to spring into action should their mistress bat an eyelash. The minute
they saw Prince Taksin approach, they dropped to the floor, prostrating themselves. Eddie
felt his gut tighten in a mixture of awe and envy as he noticed that his aunt and uncle
walked right past the ladies, not even noticing the gesture. Fucky fuck, why couldn’t he
have been born into that family?
While Catherine and Taksin went into Su Yi’s bedroom, Eddie waited in the hallway
with Adam and Piya. Taking the seat next to Piya on a velvet Ruhlmann settee, he
whispered, “So, I take it you had an IGWEL badge?”
Piya was momentarily confused. “I’m sorry, are your referring to Davos?”
“Yes. When you were at Davos two years ago, what kind of badge did they give you? The
white one with the blue line at the bottom, or the plain white one with the hologram
sticker?”
“I’m afraid I can’t remember what it looked like.”
“What did you do with it?”
“I wore it,” Piya replied patiently, wondering why on earth her husband’s cousin was so
weirdly fixated on this badge.
“I mean, what did you do with your badge after the conference?”
“Er…I must have either thrown it away or left it in the hotel room.”