Prisca's heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the doctor, feeling the weight of the revelation she was about to share. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and began to recount the story of Sebastian's condition since his childhood.
"Doctor," Prisca began, her voice filled with a mix of concern and regret, "Sebastian has been living with a neurological condition since he was a young boy. It started with occasional seizures that would come seemingly out of nowhere."
Her mind traveled back in time to the early years when he was still just a boy, to the moments when she witnessed Sebastian's struggles firsthand. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember the details, wanting to convey the full scope of his journey.
"When he was a kid," Prisca continued, her voice carrying a tinge of nostalgia, "Sebastian would have these sud
"You too Rose," prisca said.Her words lingered in the air for a brief moment as Ivy departed, and then Rose's eyes widened in sheer astonishment. Her lips parted, and before she could even comprehend her own reaction, the word escaped her mouth, propelled by the force of surprise. "Sorry?" she exclaimed, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.Prisca, noticing Rose's bewildered expression, reiterated her previous statement with a touch of emphasis, as if to clarify her intent. "I said you can go home now too," she repeated, infusing her words with a sense of urgency and sincerity, urging Rose to leave and attend to her own affairs."No, I'm fine, Rose," Prisca said, her eyes opening to the realization that Rose had declined. Damian, visibly tired and exhausted, placed his hands on his head, observing how women always seemed to make things more complicated and difficul
Rose stepped out of the sleek limousine as it came to a graceful halt in front of the grand entrance to the mansion. The evening sun cast a warm, golden glow on the sprawling estate, accentuating its elegance and magnificence. The quietude of the surroundings enveloped her, intensifying the sense of solitude that had settled within her.As Rose made her way towards the mansion's entrance, she was greeted by Samuel, the trusted and ever-present butler. His face reflected a mix of concern and curiosity as he respectfully inquired about Sebastian's well-being."Good evening, Miss Rose," Samuel greeted her, his voice conveying a touch of genuine warmth. "I hope Mr. Sebastian is doing well. Is there any news?". It was the first time he had called her by her name. She smiled at him.Rose paused for a moment, appreciating Samuel's genuine concern for Sebastian's welfare. She knew that Sebastian's health was a matter of importance not onl
Damian, who was ordered to protect Sebastian's privacy and ensure his well-being, found himself amidst a chaotic scene outside the hospital. The relentless swarm of reporters from various media outlets had descended upon the premises, hungry for any updates regarding Sebastian's condition. It became increasingly apparent that their presence was hindering the hospital's operations and the privacy of the patients.Though overwhelmed by the sheer number of reporters, Damian summoned his inner resolve and attempted to navigate through the crowd. Frustration and determination etched across his face as he tried to clear a path, but his efforts seemed futile against the onslaught of flashing cameras and probing microphones.As Damian pushed through the swarm of reporters, their voices erupted in a cacophony of questions and demands for information."Mr. Solivan , can you confirm the ext
Rose poured her heart out to Emily during their phone conversation, she couldn't help but reminisce about the beautiful time she had spent with Sebastian just before the accident. She shared with Emily the details of the special place he had taken her, how magical it felt, and the connection she had finally started to feel with him. Rose's voice carried a mixture of longing and sadness as she recounted the events leading up to the tragic incident. She didn't understand his ways and that day felt for her like a begining with him, she couldn't hide the fact that she was slowly falling for Sebastian, this was a fact that she didn't mention to Emily or anyone else.Emily, empathetic to Rose's situation, listened attentively, providing a comforting presence on the other end of the line. As Rose finished speaking, Emily pondered for a moment before suggesting an idea."Rose, I understand that this is a difficult time for you," Emily began gently. "I
"Hey Rose," Ivy greeted warmly as she approached, extending her arms outward in a friendly gesture, offering Rose a handshake.Rose hesitated for a moment, keeping her hands comfortably by her side, but she maintained a polite demeanor. "Hello, Ivy," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of reserve.A smile graced Ivy's face, though a faint sense of realization crossed her features. "Ah, I understand now," she remarked, noticing that Rose wasn't reciprocating the handshake. A slight blush tinted Ivy's cheeks as she withdrew her hand, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at the misstep.Don't you worry, Rose," she continued, her voice gentle. "I'm not here to cause any problems. In fact, I was just about to leave." Rose mustered a faint smile and nodded, finding comfort in the fact that she didn't have to come up with a better response. Words
Sebastian's eyes were now opened, his gaze adjusting to the dimly lit room. As his vision cleared, he saw Prisca seated by his bedside, her expression a mix of relief and concern. A wave of gratitude washed over him as he realized he wasn't alone in the."Prisca," he whispered, his voice weak but firm. "You're here."Prisca nodded, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Of course, Sebastian," she replied, her voice laced with warmth. "I've been here, waiting for you to wake up. I knew you would."A mixture of emotions welled up within Sebastian as he listened to Prisca's words. He felt comforted by her presence, but also a twinge of dissatisfaction, like something was missing. Still, he couldn't shake off the exhaustion in his heart, knowing that his accident had impacted not just his own life but also everyone, that was some kind of victory.
Rose took a deep breath, letting the doctor's words sink in. Strong enough to walk? It was a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. Overwhelmed by a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, Rose slowly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and cautiously stood up. Her weakened muscles protested, causing her to wince, but she persisted. Step by step, she made her way towards the door, the urge to leave the room,fueling her every move.As Rose stepped outside, the hospital corridor greeted her with its sterile scent and sudden bustling activity. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for any familiar faces. It was then that she spotted Damian, standing a few feet away. Relief washed over her at the sight of him, and she hastened her pace to reach his side.Damian's concerned eyes met hers, and without needing to say a word, she knew he was eager to learn the doctor's update. The words lingered on her tongue, but she hesitated. Rose share
Sebastian's face remained impassive as Rose revealed her pregnancy, his eyes studying her intently. A moment of silence stretched between them, leaving Rose feeling vulnerable and exposed. Then, unexpectedly, a gentle laughter escaped from Sebastian's lips, followed by a wince of pain that flickered across his face. It was a complex mix of emotions that played across his features, leaving Rose uncertain of what it meant."Is that's why you looked exhausted and pale?," Sebastian finally spoke, his voice carrying a trace of amusement and concern. His words held a hint of understanding, as if he had pieced together the exhaustion she had been facing, connecting it to the revelation of her pregnancy. Rose nodded in response, relief washing over her as he seemed to acknowledge her struggles without judgment.Just as the weight of the moment began to settle, Prisca entered the r
Four months later.The car moved steadily along the road, the gentle hum of the engine creating a comforting backdrop to the silence that enveloped the interior. Rose's hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her dress. Michael, who sat in the back seat, was gazing out of the window, lost in his own thoughts.Max's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his gaze alternating between the road ahead and Rose's profile. He could sense the mixture of emotions in the air—grief for Rose's mother, the weight of their recent experiences, and the glimmer of hope for the future.As they approached the cemetery, Rose's grip on her belly tightened slightly. She took a deep breath and turned to Max, her voice soft but determined. "Thank you for being here with me, Max. I know it's not easy."Max offered her a reassuring smile
The tension in the warehouse reached its breaking point, Sebastian moved with deliberate slowness towards the elevated platform where Michael was tied. His demeanor remained cold and calculating, a dangerous calm emanating from him. He retrieved a gun from his pocket, the metallic click as he removed the safety echoing in the hushed air."Rose, drop the gun," Sebastian's voice was ice-cold, the threat underlying every word.Rose's hand trembled as she clung to the gun, her wide eyes locked onto Sebastian's every movement. The gun was her last desperate card, her only means to keep Michael safe, and she clung to it with a fervent desperation.Max, his eyes flickering between Rose and Sebastian, sensed the imminent danger. He moved swiftly, lunging towards Rose in a desperate attempt to disarm her. His hands closed around the gun, and in the struggle, a gunshot rang out, the deafening sound ricocheting through the warehouse.
Max's suggestion was a slim hope, an attempt to gather any useful information from Sebastian, but as Rose dialed the number again and waited for him to answer, there was a sinking feeling that he was always a step ahead."Sebastian," Rose's voice held a hint of desperation, "tell me where my brother is. I need to know he's safe."Sebastian's chuckle on the other end was infuriating. "Oh, Rose, always trying to assert control. How quaint.""Just tell me!" Rose's voice trembled with a mix of anger and anxiety.Sebastian's tone shifted, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "I know you're with the cop, Rose. And I'm well aware of the audacious plan you're concocting. But remember this, you have limited time."Rose's grip on the phone tightened as she exchanged a tense glance with Max. "Where is my brother?"Sebastian's voice was like ice. "Meet me at the old warehouse by the docks. You remember it, don
They finally arrived at the boarding school, Rose's heart raced as they rushed into the reception area. She could feel the weight of every decision she had made up until this point pressing down on her. The thought of not being there for Michael when he needed her was like a heavy anchor dragging her down.As they reached the reception desk, a middle-aged woman looked up at them with a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"Max spoke quickly, his voice firm yet respectful. "We're here to see Michael lugard, Is he currently at the school?"The receptionist checked her computer. "Yes, Michael lugardis a student here. However, visiting hours are usually—"Rose's voice trembled as she interrupted. "Please, it's really important. Can we see him? It's urgent."The receptionist's gaze softened as she recognized the urgency in Rose's voice. "Alright, let me make a quick call to the dormitory to see if he's avail
Rose's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the dimly lit streets, her mind racing and her heart pounding. Bloodstained and shaken, she knew she had to find a safe place to gather her thoughts and figure out her next move. Just as panic threatened to engulf her, her phone rang, the sound cutting through the tense silence of the car.Rose sped through the streets, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, her mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. The events of the past hours had pushed her to the edge, and the knowledge that she was holding a shard of glass that had wounded another human being weighed heavily on her.Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, her phone rang, the sudden sound causing her to startle. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Max's name flashing on the screen. With a shaky hand, she answered the call."Rose, where are you?" Max's voice, steady and concerned, echo
As Rose watched from her hiding spot, her heart raced as Samuel's footsteps echoed through the mansion. She crouched behind a corner, her breath held, as he slowly made his way into the living room. She could see that he was dressed differently, not in his usual attire. Her mind raced to connect the dots, and then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning – he wasn't here as a servant."Mrs. Wayne? Are you here?" Samuel's voice echoed through the grand room, his tone tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. He seemed to be searching for someone, and Rose's heart pounded in her chest.The sight of him moving slowly and scanning the room sent shivers down Rose's spine. He was different, something had changed about him. He was no longer the calm and collected Samuel she was used to. His demeanor was tense, almost anxious.As Samuel called out for her, Rose felt a surge of fear. She bit her lip to stifle any so
The two women were locked in a physical battle, their faces inches apart, eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills. Rose could see the fear and desperation in Prisca's eyes, the conflicting emotions that seemed to war within her. It was clear that Prisca was deeply entangled in Sebastian's world, but at the same time, there was something else – a flicker of humanity, a trace of regret."Let go, Rose! You don't know what you're getting into!" Prisca's voice cracked with a mix of emotions, and her grip on the journal tightened, her knuckles turning white. Rose's heart wavered for a moment, torn between her determination to uncover the truth and the urgency in Prisca's pleas.But the weight of everything she had learned, the memory of all the lives that had been shattered, fueled her resolve. With a sudden surge of strength, Rose twisted away from Prisca's grasp, breaking their physical contact. The journal rem
Rose stood up from the bathroom, her face still stained with tears, and took a deep breath to steady herself. She whispered to herself, "Stop crying, Rose," as if trying to muster some strength to face what lay ahead. With determination in her eyes, she left her room and quietly made her way to Sebastian's room, her heart pounding in her chest.As she stood in front of the door to his room, her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the doorknob. She took another deep breath, as if preparing herself for whatever she might find inside. With a hesitant push, the door creaked open, and she slipped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the familiar scent of Sebastian's space.The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows along the walls. Rose's gaze scanned the room, her eyes falling upon Sebastian's large wardrobe. A flicker of determination crossed her features as she walked over to it. She fumbled with the handles of th
Rose stepped into the mansion, her heart still racing from the recent phone call with Sebastian. The weight of the situation was almost suffocating, and all she wanted was a moment to gather her thoughts. She entered her room, her steps silent on the plush carpet. As she closed the door behind her, a sense of isolation settled in.The room felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was a place where she should have found comfort, but now it seemed tainted by the secrets that had been unveiled. She looked around, her eyes taking in the elegant furniture, the soft lighting, and the delicate decorations that once held some pleasant memories. Now, everything seemed different.With a deep breath, Rose pulled out her phone and dialed Emily's number. The call rang for a few moments before Emily's voice greeted her on the other end."Hey, Rose! What's up?" Emily's cheerful tone was a stark contrast to the turmoil that R