Poor Anne...
A few moments later, the psychologist emerged from Anne’s room. He scanned the faces in the hallway before asking, “Who is the patient’s family?”Everyone instinctively stepped forward. Nicholas who was holding Leon close, said, “I’m her husband. Nicholas Hart.”The psychologist nodded, signaling for Nicholas to step aside for a private conversation.“Mr. Hart,” the psychologist began, “Your wife’s condition is more concerning than it may appear. Although she insists that she’s not stressed, it's clear she’s unaware of the extent of her stress. She’s not only dealing with overwhelming stress but also trauma. It seems that she is been trying to avoid by keeping herself constantly busy.”Nicholas felt a cold wave of dread wash over him as he listened. “What do you mean by trauma?”The psychologist continued, “It seems that she has been using various activities as a way to distract herself from her deeper issues. She is trying to avoid addressing the root of her problems because she belie
Coco returned home with a troubled heart, her anxiety growing with each unanswered call. She tried reaching Leon, but his phone wouldn't connect. Desperately, she dialed Nicholas, but he didn't pick up either. She called everyone she could think of, but no one could connect her to Leon. For two days, Leon was absent from school, and Coco's worry deepened. When she came home from school on the second day, Sabrina greeted her with a warm, "Charlotte, how was your school?"But Coco, overwhelmed and frustrated, threw her schoolbag on the floor and dashed to her room. Sabrina, shocked by this uncharacteristic outburst, quickly followed. Before she could reach her, Coco locked the door from the inside, shutting herself off from the world.The entire household noticed something was wrong. They tried talking to her, knocking on the door, but Coco didn't respond. After a tense period of silence, they decided to unlock the door with the emergency key, fearing something might have happened. Insi
The nanny who had sensed the gravity of the situation, gently urged, “Miss Taylor, please call Mrs. Taylor. We cannot calm Miss Charlotte down. She won't tolerate seeing you right now. Only Mrs. Taylor can help her.”Sabrina’s heart sank at the suggestion. The memory of her last encounter with Bella flashed before her eyes. A heated argument that had ended in bitter words and actions. They hadn’t spoken since and the thought of reaching out to Bella now filled her with dread. Yet, for Coco’s sake, Sabrina knew she had no choice. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and dialled Bella’s number.The call rang several times but Bella didn’t answer. Frustration and anxiety gnawed at Sabrina as she left a voicemail, her voice filled with desperation. “Bella, it’s Sabrina. I need your help. Coco needs you. Please call me back.” She hung up and stared at the phone. There was no reply, no acknowledgement that Bella had even received the message. Desperation mounting, Sabrina made another call
Sabrina’s voice trembling with desperation as she stepped out of Coco’s room and called Nicholas again. “Nicholas, please come. She’ll listen to you. Please, just come,” she begged, tears choking her words.She was ready to put her pride down and beg everyone who could help her daughter. She had never been as scared in her entire life as she was at this moment. But Nicholas’s response was cold even though his pain was evident even through the phone. “No.”“She will die!” Sabrina cried out, her voice filled with terror. “Do you want to see her dead? Please, save my daughter! Please!”Nicholas’s voice was steady but there was a deep and simmering resentment about her that he did not bother to hide. “As a mother, it’s up to you to decide how to save your daughter.”Sabrina’s voice broke as she pleaded, her fear overwhelming her. “Please, she will die…”There was a long pause and then Nicholas spoke laced with bitterness. “I know. My Rose is dying too each day. I want you to feel the los
Bella’s response was unexpected. “No, Coco. I’m not here to convince you. I’m here to support you.” Coco looked up, surprised and a little confused. “I want you to end your protest but only after you put down your demands,” Bella continued. “Shall I call my lawyer for you to frame an agreement?” Coco blinked, taken aback. “What?” She thought Bella would not understand her feelings like everyone else. They think that she was just a stubborn child throwing a tantrum against her mother. “You’re protesting against Sabrina, right?” Bella asked calmly. Coco hesitated but then nodded. “And where did you get the idea to do this?” Bella inquired, her voice gentler now. She knew that she could not treat Coco like a small child with no reason or rationality. “Gandhi,” Coco explained. “I heard his story from my teacher. He said we can achieve anything through Satyagraha. I’m using his technique. He said with that we can change anyone’s heart. I’m trying to do that.” Bella couldn’t help
Later that evening, Anne returned home from the hospital. She was still a bit weak but determined to get back to her routine. Nicholas hovered around her, trying to mask his worry but Anne could sense something was off.As they settled into bed, Anne turned to him, her eyes searching for something. “Are you hiding something from me?” she asked, her voice gentle but probing.“No,” he responded, a little too quickly, avoiding her gaze.Anne frowned, not convinced. Nicholas was usually open with her and this sudden evasiveness made her uneasy.The next morning, Nicholas remained unusually close, not letting her out of his sight. He even delayed leaving for the office. “Don’t you have to go to the office?” she asked, noticing how he kept finding excuses to stay near her.“No,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but the worry was clear in his eyes. Even though Bella had reassured him that Coco was fine, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him. If Anne found out about Coco, he
With a nod that seemed more for herself than for Anne, Sabrina turned and left without another word. The sound of the door closing echoed in the silent hallway, leaving Anne standing there, still clutching the paper but her mind in a haze. She did not understand what just happened. Coco’s small hand tugged gently at her mother while breaking through the fog that had settled over Anne’s thoughts. “Mommy, I’m famished. Can you make me something to eat?” Her voice was so familiar and so full of life that it almost jolted Anne back to reality. However, she was still wondering if it was even reality? Shaking off the shock, Anne allowed Coco to pull her inside. She moved on autopilot and her heart racing as her mind struggled to process what had just happened. How long had it been since she last held Coco in her arms? When was the last time her daughter’s laughter filled the house? It felt like an eternity, a lifetime of yearning and heartache compressed into those agonizing months of sep
“Mommy!” Leon yelled as he dashed into the house with Nicholas hurrying behind him. Without missing a beat, Leon ran straight to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Anne’s legs. He said like a spoiled son that he was, “Mommy, I missed you all day! Daddy’s no fun anymore.”“Give me a moment, Leon,” Anne said, glancing down as she stirred a pot on the stove. She didn’t want oil splatters to reach him. She added with a frown, “Why are you in the kitchen? Did you wash your hands after being outside? And you are still wearing your shoes! I have told you before, the kitchen needs to be kept clean. We all have weak immune systems and I don’t want any germs coming in here. Go wait in the living room until I’m done.”Leon’s eyes widened as he took in his mother’s stern tone. It was different from her usual coddling self. Lately, she had been indulging him and treating him like he was the center of her universe. Now, he felt like he was being treated just like any other child and it didn’t s