CHAPTER 11

I sat in the corridor, still crying my eyes out, My father, Reginald Thornton-Furst, walked towards me, his tall, imposing figure commanding attention.

Mrs. Jenkins and I were sitting together, holding each other and mourning the loss of my mother. My father's eyes were fixed on me, but I couldn't bear to look at him.

I felt a surge of anger and resentment towards him, knowing that he had never been there for my mother.

As he approached, his bodyguards flanking him, my father's expression turned sombre.

"Aries, my child," he said, his voice firm but controlled. "I'm so sorry about your mother. I'll do everything in my power to find out what happened I will try my very best."

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears and anger, but I didn't respond. Mrs. Jenkins, sensing my distress, held me tighter.

My father glanced at Mrs. Jenkins, then back at me.

"It's time to go home, Aries," he said gently. "I'll quickly wrap up everything here at the hospital. Kelvin, please escort them home."

One of his bodyguards, Kelvin, a tall, muscular man with a stern expression, stepped forward.

"Yes, sir," he replied, his voice firm.

My father turned to leave, but I stopped him.

"I don't want to go with him," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I don't want to go anywhere with you."

My father's expression faltered, but he didn't respond. Instead, he turned to Mrs. Jenkins. "Please, take care of Aries," he said, his voice softening. "I'll be in touch soon."

Mrs Jenkins nodded, still holding me tightly.

Kelvin, my father's bodyguard, gently helped us up from our seats and began to escort us out of the hospital.

As Kelvin, my father's bodyguard, escorted us out of the hospital, I suddenly stopped in my tracks, an idea popping into my mind.

I turned to Mrs. Jenkins, my eyes wide with determination. "I need to speak with Dr. Ryan," I said, my voice firm.

Mrs. Jenkins looked at me with concern. "Aries, are you sure? You've been through so much already."

I nodded, my mind racing. "Yes, I'm sure. I need to ask him some questions."

Kelvin, sensing my hesitation, turned to me. "Miss Aries, your father instructed me to escort you home."

I stood my ground, my eyes locked on Kelvin's. "I don't care what my father instructed you to do. I need to speak with Dr. Ryan, now."

Mrs Jenkins intervened, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "It's okay, Kelvin. I'll take responsibility for Aries. We'll go see Dr. Ryan."

Kelvin hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Very well, ma'am. I'll wait here while you speak with Dr. Ryan."

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to know what happened to my mother, and I had a feeling that Dr. Ryan might be able to provide some answers.

Mrs. Jenkins and I turned around, heading back towards the hospital rooms. I could feel Kelvin's eyes on us, but I didn't look back.

I was determined to get to the bottom of my mother's death, no matter what it took.

As Mrs. Jenkins and I walked back towards the hospital rooms, we saw a nurse passing by. I quickly stopped her and asked, "Excuse me, is Dr. Ryan available? I need to speak with him."

The nurse smiled sympathetically and replied, "Yes, Dr. Ryan is in his office. I can take you there."

She quickly led us to Dr. Ryan's office, which was located at the end of the corridor. The office door was open, and we could see Dr. Ryan sitting at his desk, typing away on his computer.

The nurse knocked gently on the doorframe and announced, "Dr. Ryan, Aries and Mrs. Jenkins are here to see you."

Dr. Ryan looked up from his computer and smiled warmly. "Ah, Aries, Mrs. Jenkins, please come in."

As we entered the office, I couldn't help but notice the large chat board on the wall behind Dr. Ryan's desk.

It was a detailed diagram of the human body, with a skeleton in the centre. Various notes and markings were scribbled around the diagram, highlighting different organs and systems.

Dr. Ryan's office was cluttered but organized, with stacks of medical books and files lining the shelves. His desk was tidy, with a few papers and a pen holder in the centre. A small chair was placed in front of the desk, where patients could sit during consultations.

Dr. Ryan gestured for us to take a seat and asked, "Aries, what's on your mind? You look like you have some questions."

I took a deep breath and sat down in the chair, my eyes fixed on Dr. Ryan.

"Dr. Ryan, I need to know what happened to my mother. I want to know the truth. I'm requesting an autopsy, and I want to know if it's possible to examine the person's fingertips who...who killed my mom."

Dr Ryan's expression turned serious, and he nodded. "I understand your concerns, Aries. An autopsy can provide us with more information about your mother's passing. Regarding the fingertips, we can examine them for any DNA evidence or fingerprints that might be relevant to the investigation."

I leaned forward, my voice shaking with determination. "I want to see the person's fingertips. I want to know who killed my mom. Can you make sure that's part of the autopsy?"

Dr. Ryan nodded sympathetically.

"I'll make sure to include that in the autopsy request. However, Aries, I need to prepare you for the possibility that the autopsy might not reveal anything conclusive. Sometimes, even with an autopsy, the cause of death can be unclear, and we might not find any DNA evidence or fingerprints."

I shook my head, my mind racing.

"I don't care. I need to try. Please, Dr. Ryan, make sure the autopsy is done as soon as possible, and I want to be there when they examine the fingertips. I want to see the person who killed my mom."

Dr Ryan nodded his expression understanding. "I'll make the arrangements, Aries. I'll also make sure to keep you updated on the progress. But please, be prepared for what you might see during the autopsy. It can be a difficult and emotional experience."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

"I'm ready. I need to know the truth." You told me she was murdered, right? I want to know if I could find any clue," I said, looking at Dr Ryan with determination evident in my eyes.