Comatose


    Sebastian


    It has been almost 2 weeks since Elena’s ident, and she still has not woken up. Her MRI scan


    this morning showed the swelling on her brain has gone down, so now it was technically a waiting


    game. She was breathing on her own now at least and has shown signs of early responses to light and


    touch. But that was about it. My son, who I haven’t named yet but who the nurses have started calling


    Lucky, has left his incubation chamber and I finally got to hold him. There is no other feeling than that of


    holding your child for the first time. The absolute love and adoration I felt just multiplied Elena and my


    love created this. This precious little boy was ours.


    “How is my son doing today?” Isaac’s cheery voice follows his boisterous entry into the hospital


    room. He leans in to give me a hug and I chuckle and shake my head as I usually do when I see him.


    He was such an odd yet refreshing person to be around. Theplete mirror of Elena in every way but


    gender; I think that’s why I thought of him as my little brother. I could tell that he cared dearly for my


    Elena and would rather die than see harme to her. “He’s doing well today, just had his bottle and


    burps, now he’s passed out,” I say as we look down at the sleeping miracle. Isaac sighs, “Elena is


    going to wallop me for having met her child first,” he says with augh and I couldn’t agree more! “Well,


    I think she will forgive us this time,” I say and see a wistful smile on his face as he looks towards her


    bed.


    “I miss her so much, Sebastian.” He says, wiping a stray tear away that has fallen, and I ce a


    hand on his shoulder, nodding in agreement. I know how he feels and felt it a thousand times more.


    She is my everything, seeing her like this breaks my heart, that I couldn’t be of any help at all crushed


    my spirit daily. Apart from providing her with top-ss doctors and medical care, I was a sitting duck in


    her hospital room. Isaac nts a kiss on her cheek and say his goodbyes to his godchild and as well


    as me.


    Did I mention that Elena’s sister hasn’t evene to see her? The one person she was closer to


    than Isaac and she never even bothered toe and check up on her sister, who had almost died.


    How was Elena’s ident weeding out all the bad from her life?


    Elijah had Anabelle arrested for her hand in Elena’s attempted murder, and she was currently


    awaiting trial. The cupcake she gave to Elena stilly on the floor in the Phantom, and tests proved that


    there were peanuts present.


    Susanna and William Wiltshire are still missing. Any attempts made to contact them have proved


    futile and there was no evidence of them having left the country. Wilshire Estate has stood empty for


    over a week now with none of the workers having seen them enter or leave the home. Eliana has not


    heard of them either, so a missing person’s report has been issued in their stead.


    This entire thing has my head in a spin; two of the most powerful families in all of the UK were


    being targeted. This has been proven by the recent spate of attempts on my life, my parent’s death, the


    Wiltshire’s being missing and now Elena’s ident. The car that was rammed into Elena’s Phantom


    was not registered to anyone, so it was a dead end. The driver of the vehicle had fled the scene. No


    hospitals admitted a seriously injured person on the day they admitted Elena, so it led to another dead


    end. To say that it frustrated me does not even cover it. Between being the CEO of my empire and a


    new father, I was starting to buckle under the pressure needed. I so wished Elena could be here and


    share in all of this. My life was lonely without her. I missed her smart mouth; she was the only person


    who could challenge me and get away with it.


    A knock at the door alerted me to Elijah’s presence. He has been instrumental in this investigation


    into the targeting of Britain’s wealthy. There has been no threat to his life thus far and we were both


    hoping it would stay this way. He walks over to me. “I’ve been thinking,” he starts, which could never be


    a good thing because nine times out of ten, his “thinking” was correct. “Eliana and Robert, where have


    they been in all of this?” I frown at this and shake my head. “Whatever it is that you’re thinking, it’s no


    go.” I start, but he holds up his hand. “Think about it, someone tried to kill you, and if you had died your


    money would go to Elena. Kill Elena after you’ve died, the empire automatically falls to Robert,


    correct?” He says, and I answer with a slow nod, not liking where this was headed. “But Elena was


    pregnant. Her giving birth to your heir would be an obstacle in Robert gaining all that wealth. So…”


    “Kill Elena and the baby in one go.” I finished his sentence which tasted bitter in my mouth.


    “Exactly. Take the Wiltshires out of the equation and Eliana would inherit that legacy as well. It’s the


    only thing that makes sense, Sebastian. Think about it.” He says with conviction and it seriously made


    me think.


    Eliana and Robert? Could it be? “I’ll do some further investigations into their whereabouts over the


    exchanged a few more ideas when his phone rang and he excused himself. Being alone with Elena


    made Elijah’s words echo in my mind. Could it be? Robert’s disy at my parents’ funeralst year


    was a tad odd. Could he have been mourning the loss of the Dumont wealth to me? Did my father


    know something about Robert that I didn’t? Hm. I need to get to the bottom of this.


    Pulling out my cell phone, I called my parents’wyer to find out a few things and by the end of the


    conversation; I was even more confused than before.


    Three months before their death, my father changed the beneficiary of his will to me only, whereas


    before it was Robert who would have inherited everything. The entire Dumont legacy would have


    belonged to him instead of me. Dumont Enterprises in London would still have been mine, but not the


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    worldwide conglomerate. This would exin why my father excluded Robert from the entire will, but the


    reason was not given. Did my father discover something amiss with his brother? I need to look into this


    before I put my family at further risk, so I decided to call Elijah with this update.


    “That is definitely something to be wary of. See what else you can dig up on your uncle. I’ll attempt


    to do the same.” He says after I inform him of the new information I had gathered. This was starting to


    look like family against family if his concerns proved to be right, and if that was the case, Robert and


    Eliana had no idea who they were up against. I have already brought down 2 of Britain’s wealthy who


    tried to harm my family, I have no qualms of doing it to my own.


    I walk towards Elena’s sleeping frame and sit down next to her, taking her hand in mine and


    cing a light kiss on the back. Fourteen days without her voice, fourteen days without her infectious


    paquerette. Pleasee back to me.”


    At first I think I am imagining it, then it happens again she was squeezing my hand and when I


    looked up, two blue eyes regarded me with confusion. “Elena!” I call out and jump from my seat. I


    ced kisses all over her forehead and went to ce one on her lips, but then I saw the tears


    brimming her eyes. Frowning, I asked, “Elena?”


    She starts hyperventting and I press the button next to her bed to call the nurses and doctor in


    case of emergency. Looking up at me with sad eyes, my heart breaks anew at the pained expression


    on her face. But then she says three words that changed everything.


    “Who… who are you?”