Her breath was becoming short, and her voice was becoming hoarse from all the shouting. She was pacing up and down their corridor, and her act was infuriating Ivan a lot.
"Why can't you just shut up for once? How am I going to think straight if you keep shouting at me?" Ivan asked angrily, and Steph clicked her tongue.
"Didn't you have the whole night to think? I'm calling the cops because your father definitely doesn't want to help. He would have arrived or sent people already," Steph angrily said as she stepped back into the house to grab her phone.
After her short call, she stepped back to Ivan, feeling free, and she saw that Ivan's gaze was fixed on a white piece of paper on the windscreen.
'I know where you were, b*tch! Don't try fucking around with me, or I will do worse than this.'
When Steph read the paper, her eyes widened in shock, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at Ivan, all the energy in her body getting drained away slowly.
"Vera," Steph said in defeat, and the joy she had felt a few hours before slowly slipped away, and her emotions turned to a mix of horror and confusion.
"This doesn't make sense, though. If she knew where I was, why didn't she just harm me? Why vandalize the car instead? I'm the one who messed with her, not my father."Steph asked in anger and confusion, and Ivan shrugged.
He wanted to tell Steph that they had made themselves a long list of enemies and that perhaps they were looking at the wrong person, but he couldn't even utter a word. Luke, Venus, Stacy, Vera, Camila, and Chloe were all on their necks, but only one was behind their current mess.
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Amy stepped on the brakes, and the car came to a screeching halt. Mabel gasped beside her as she read the big hospital sign before her.
"Hold on, Amy. Why are we here? Please don't say you came here to…." Mabel asked, but Amy stepped out of the car after impatiently asking her sister if she was going to follow her into the hospital room or keep asking questions.
"We could just ask mom and dad the truth. If we confront them with the evidence we have, they will be forced to tell us the truth," Mabel reasoned, and Amy turned to angrily look at her and hissed, "they will just keep lying to our faces. I'm going in."
While Mabel hesitated, Amy walked into the hospital corridors and headed to the receptionist.
"I'm Amy Thompson. I talked to Lydia from the health information services department about some of my old health records," Amy said confidently.
The receptionist looked at her quizzically and placed a call to the information department.
"Just head straight, then use the lifts to get to the first floor. From the lifts, you'll see the office. She's waiting for you," the receptionist told Amy after getting off the call.
"Thanks," Amy mumbled with gratitude as she turned one last time to check if her sister was on her toes, but she wasn't, and Amy silently nursed the disappointment that washed over her.
As she walked over to sit opposite Lydia, she didn't know what to expect. She narrated her predicament as honestly as she could, and when she was done, she saw a look of pity on Lydia's face and knew her goose had been cooked.
"I'm sorry. This is confidential information. I can't tell you anything unless it's a police case and you have a warrant," Lydia said in a passive voice, and Amy resisted the urge to smash her face on the table before her.
"Don't you understand how important this is to me? Imagine you being separated from your twin, perhaps at birth, and knowing later in life about it. Wouldn't you do everything in your power to look for her? Isn't that what I'm trying to do? Please help me. You're my last hope." Amy pleaded in despair as her tear glands erupted like a volcano, and hot tears flowed down her cheeks.
"I can't," Lydia assertively said as Amy continued crying.
"Please," Amy said in between hiccups, her hands folded on her chest in a prayer sign.
"Okay, I'll help you," Lydia said after a little soul-searching and a deep sigh, and Amy's cries slowly subsided.
She thought her ears were playing games on her and only realized it was real when she saw Lydia scuffle through the computer before her.
"The last records we have of Annie Thompson were off when she was being checked up for adoption," Lydia said, and Amy shut her eyes and sighed in relief as she expected more information, but that was the much Lydia could tell her.
Her biggest problem was she didn't know Annie's adoptive parents or how to find them.