Alex's POV

It's been so much time.

And I... I am here, just not able to do anything for my sister.

You know what?

That hurts like hell.

She must be there, waiting for me to save her.

But here I am, I can do nothing.

Not that I can't... but a lot is stopping me.

"She is still not conscious," the doctor said, and nodding, I left the hospital.

Mom has been in a coma for quite a while now. I didn't tell Hailey because she can't do anything and she'll only worry. She had a heart stroke and eventually, she drifted into a long sleep. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Ebookex.com. Visit Ebookex.com to read the complete chapters for free. The doctors said that there is a very low chance that she will ever turn normal. She might even die.

I am thankful that, that Robert is paying for her.

I could afford it... but that would be a lot to do.

I reached home. This isn't home anymore; it is just a building. No one is here, and living alone, is a curse.

Only Sara visits sometimes, and Lisa rarely does. Lisa has no role, being her best friend, what can she do here?

But Sara pays a visit to me now and then.

I don't like it.

It reminds me of reality.

It reminds me of her.

I have been thinking of some ways to reach Hailey. She can escape, but she hasn't. It means she knows Robert's reality.

She was quite good at these things.

Being a doctor doesn't mean she wasn't in these things.

She loved detective and all this criminology stuff.

I wonder how much she likes it now.

But because she hasn't escaped...

Maybe the security is too tight...

Or maybe she likes it in there?

No, she can't!

How the hell can I think this?

She is trapped there. I have to save her, no matter what.

I tried to track the location of the phone through which the call came. The original location, the public one, of Anderson Residence is different from where He and Hailey live. When I was tracking, I remembered Hailey's words.

'Don't try to replace me, please'

But why?

Will it create more trouble?

Should I track her?

Y-yes, I should.

I must regret it a lot if this results in something and if I don't even try.

I tried to track it, but it looked highly encrypted.

I tried hacking it, but it was way too secure.

I forwarded the number to one of my best hackers.

I have a lot of connections in the Mafia and all these guys.

Recently, Robert went to an award ceremony. I would have met him, but I was not in the country and when I saw the flights, it wasn't possible to reach him on time. Still, I tried but, it was impossible, I reached the next day morning. That is why I am here. I don't feel like going back. I see here, we are kind of short on money, maybe that is the reason she had to take on a business job. I was in London because of some deal I was cracking. I have a small business.

I also have a large business, but... I prefer not to do that.

She should have told me; I would have sent some money. Why did she have to take this risk?

But it wasn't her fault... who thought such a big businessman was like this?

I received a message from Jake, the hacker.

"Sorry, no luck. The source can't be detected by using even the best technology we have here. It is highly protected"

I sighed.

What am I gonna do now?

I have to do something.

Hailey's POV

I stopped crying as I reached home and went straight into the kitchen. I don't want to talk about anything with him. It is not because of what happened, but before I have to get my thoughts straight. I made dinner and then placed it on the dining table.

"You won't eat?" he asked as I started going.

"No" I replied and went to my room as fast as I could.

As I reached our room, I started thinking about what should I do now.

I am a psychiatrist.

I can't lose this fast.

I can't fail my first patient.

Think about something.

Right.

I need to know the reason for his anger.

Taking a bold step, I called Max.

"Mrs. H-Hailey?" he asked.

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"Listen Max. I need your help. I need to know why is Robert always so angry?"

"... well Hailey, if you talk with me... he will be angrier. Please hang up"

"Help me, Max... please"

"It's okay," I said.

"Listen. Mrs. Hailey is very broke. He looks very strong, but he is not. He has a dreadful past. You need to support him at all costs. And yes-don't ever ask him about his past, please. He hates it" "Okay... thank you"

"Bye, Mrs. Hailey"

"Bye"

I ended the call and quickly deleted the call history.

It was night and I was waiting for Robert to come into the room. He came after some time.

"You haven't slept?" he asked.

"No. I have to talk to you" I said, lying on the bed.

He slipped beside me and kept his hand below his head. "Hm?"

"What happened today?" I asked, "I need to know... why were you angry?"

He looked at me and then looked at the ceiling again.

"You don't need to know"

"I do, please"

He looked at me with rage. "I hate it when you don't listen to me"

I lowered my head and nodded, I looked the other way, and probably slept.

I will never understand you, Robert.

The next day, I woke up and saw the time.

4 AM.

How do I wake up this early?

Oh yeah, alarm.

I got down without doing anything and saw Robert talking on the phone.

"FINE" he yelled and after he saw me, he replied. "Yes, okay"

He hung up the call and came to me.

"Grab a gun from my closet, the password is 8-1-9-12-5-25, and come down fast; no questions," he said and went to his room.

What is happening?

Why does he want me to get a gun?

And he told me his password!

I wonder what that password means.

I think I should go!!

I ran to the room and quickly unlocking his closet, I grabbed a gun and headed downstairs.

The gun was giving me chills. But I need to focus right now. I think he is serious right now.

He was waiting at the door and I went to him. He took my hand and ran, we reached his car.

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