Chapter 112
Chapter 112
RAVEL
PRESENT TIME
As I was in the midst of gathering a few essentials at home, nning to soon return to the hospital, my
phone unexpectedly began to ring. It was quite the surprise to see Raymond’s name sh on my phone
screen. I couldn’t quite recollect thest time he had made the effort to call me, especially since his
father’s passing and the conversation where he mentioned his intention to quit.
With a sense of curiosity, I hurriedly zipped up my suit bag and picked up the phone, eager to hear
what he had to say. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked with genuine interest.
A wave of enthusiasm washed over Raymond’s voice as he eximed, “You won’t believe it! Elenor
has awakened. She’s fully conscious man, and she’s asking specifically for you.”
“Oh my goodness! She’s awake! My sister has awakened! She fought and triumphed! I always knew
she’d ovee this!” I eximed in utter astonishment and joy. Without a second thought, I grabbed
my car keys and dashed out of the room, deliberately leaving the suit behind. At that moment, what did
a suit or work matter when Elenor had awakened?
I hopped into my car, swiftly turned the ignition, and zoomed out of the premises, unapologetically
disregarding traffic regtions in my eagerness to reach the hospital as quickly as possible.
Finally, I screeched to a halt in the hospital parking lot. As I exited the car, I practically sprinted to the
elevator, impatiently watching the floor numbers tick by. Upon reaching the floor where Elenor’s room
was located, I rushed down the corridor, seized the doorknob, and eagerly pushed the door open.
In that heartwarming moment, Elenor, cocooned by the caring presence of Anne, Raymond, and a
cadre of diligent doctors, gracefully lifted her eyes as the door swung open. Her smile radiated like a
beacon of hope, and she eagerly extended her arms, an invitation for the warmest of embraces.
Without a single thought for anyone else in the room, I hurried into her weing hug, my grip filled
with an overwhelming mix of joy, relief, and sheer gratitude.
Elenor responded with a soft, melodious giggle while I waged a silent battle against the tears
threatening to well up. “Promise me,” I whispered, my voice quivering, “promise you won’t ever subject
me to that kind of anguish again. It felt like you’ve taken a whole decade off my life.”
Interrupting our emotional reunion, the doctor courteously chimed in, “We shall leave you all now. Thus
far, everything appears to be in order, but we’ll await the results of the tests to provide absolute
confirmation.”
Anne nodded graciously, expressing her gratitude as the medical team exited the room, their footsteps
fading into the corridor. Elenor, with a tender, almost fragile tone, called out, “Mom,” and Anne, still
reeling from the relief of her daughter’s recovery, turned to her with an attentive gaze. “I’m hungry,”
Elenor softly dered.
Anne’s face lit up with a broad smile as she lovingly brushed away her tears. “I’ll order something for
you,” she offered, reaching for her phone to ce the food order. However, Elenor gently halted her
with a whispered request.
“I want you to eat your food, Mum,” Elenor softly insisted. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of
amazement, as before the ident, Elenor’s rtionship with Anne had been strained to the point
where she wouldn’t even answer her calls. The fact that she now called Anne “Mum” was a shocking
surprise.
Anne, her heart swelling with joy, didn’t detect anything suspicious in this newfound affection. She
approached Elenor’s bedside, cupped her daughter’s cheeks tenderly, and nted a loving kiss on her
forehead. “I’ll hurry home and prepare something special for you,” she promised.
Elenor responded with a gentle, appreciative smile. “Thank you.” Anne grabbed her purse and swiftly
exited the room, security detail trailing behind her.
her
Half an hour passed since Anne had left the room, and Elenor slowly propped herself up on her pillows
with Raymond’s assistance. “It was Anne and June,” she suddenly dered, her words catching us
both off guard.
Raymond fixed her with a puzzled expression before returning his attention to Elenor. “What are youPublished by N?v''elD/rama.Org.
talking about? What did Anne and June do?” he inquired, clearly perplexed by her statement.
Elenor attempted to shift her position but winced in pain, a stark reminder of the extensive damage her
legs had suffered in the ident. It was evident she wouldn’t be mobile for a while. “I overheard June
and Anne talking,” she continued, her voice tinged with seriousness. “They were discussing something
rted to Hazel’s sabotaged art exhibition.”
Initially, I was bewildered by her revtion, but it didn’t take long for that confusion to morph into anger.
“What on earth are you suggesting? Are you absolutely certain about this?” I demanded, my voice
trembling with a mix of disbelief and indignation.
“Yes,” Elenor asserted with conviction. “And I believe they have someone close to Hazel involved in
this scheme, or perhaps someone who works for her, and this person must have been in cahoots with
them for quite some time. And the person is a
He.”
“He?” I repeated, still trying to wrap my head around the shocking revtion.
“Yes, He. I remember them mentioning a ‘he’ that day, although they didn’t disclose a name. He
provided the contact information for the artists.”
As I pondered this, one name came to mind – David. He was the only man I knew who had been
closely associated with Hazel. “Could David be capable of such betrayal?” I questioned, struggling to
reconcile this potential betrayal with his feelings for Hazel. It seemed absurd that he would do
something to harm her.
Raymond, his brow furrowed with deep concentration, posed a crucial question. “Does June know that
you overheard their conversation?”
Anne shook her head and rified, “I left before they could realize that I had been there, listening.”
I noticed a hint of something in Raymond’s tone that prompted me to press him further. “Why did you
ask? Did you notice something suspicious?” I inquired, eager to uncover any additional details.
“Hazel did,” Raymond replied, confirming my suspicion. “I meant to tell you what she shared with me,
but various distractions kept getting in the way, causing me to forget.” I shot him a raised eyebrow,
silently urging him to cut to the chase. “She mentioned that she saw June attempting to disconnect the
machines attached to Elenor while she was
unconscious.”
My eyes widened in disbelief at this shocking revtion. “Is that the reason you sent me that text,
urging me to have Elenor’s ident case reopened?” I inquired, my mind racing with the implications
of this newfound information.
Raymond nodded thoughtfully. “I didn’t want to rush to conclusions, especially because Hazel wasn’t
entirely certain about what she saw. But after what Anne just revealed, I’m willing to bet that June
attempted to disconnect those machines.”
Elenor, wearing a puzzled expression, voiced the question that was on all our minds. “Are you
suggesting she’s trying to kill me? Why would she want to do that?”
I connected the dots, providing the missing piece to the puzzle. “She might be attempting to silence you
and prevent you from sharing what you overheard during their conversation that day. It’s likely she
spotted you eavesdropping.”
Raymond leaned back in his seat, his index finger unconsciously rubbing his jaw as he contemted
the implications. “Could she have been involved in causing the ident then?” he pondered aloud, his
voiceced with a mix of suspicion and
concern.
“It’s usible that she didn’t cause the ident,” I reasoned. “Perhaps the ident was genuinely
idental, and she seized the opportunity to keep you silent.”
Elenor’s anger red, and she responded firmly, “That’s attempted murder. That woman tried to kill me
when I was helpless. We should report her and get her arrested for it.”
I interjected, offering a dose of reality, “We don’t have concrete evidence. In a court ofw, these are
mere spections. If we want to see her behind bars, we’ll need solid evidence to support our ims.”
As we discussed our next steps, my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket, and I quickly retrieved it.
Hazel’s name illuminated the screen, and I answered the call with unabashed joy. “Hello, babe! Elenor
is awake,” I eximed, unable to contain my excitement.
A chill ran down my spine as I heard Hazel’s voice, fraught with emotion. She sniffled, as if she had
been crying, and delivered the devastating blow, “That’s good news, Rav, but I have some very bad
news.” My heart sank, and my expression darkened as I braced myself for what she was about to say.
“Our daughter has been kidnapped.”