"Nice to meet you Monica. I'm Clara." Clara said with arms stretched out.
But Monica didn't respond as she just stared with Clara with confusion on her face. 'I feel like I know her... but from somewhere?' Monica contemplated.
"Monica..." Sam called out anxiously as she stood up.
"Monica!" Sam shook her before she finally came back to reality while clutching her head.
"Sorry... sorry. Nice to meet you too." Monica said hurriedly with confusion still on her face.
"I'm going to rest Mom. See you later Aunt Clara." Monica said before she departed.
"Oh how I've longed to hear her call me like that. I felt like embracing her when she stood a few inches away from me." Clara said painfully immediately Monica was far up the stairs.
"I've missed her so much." she broke down again.
"There's still hope Clara. Didn't you see her expression when she saw you?? There might still be a little hope in getting back her memories. Maybe she won't suffer like the doctor said." Sam said as she hugged Clara with teary eyes.
"yeah... Maybe..." Clara murmured.
Back at the hospital, Marco and Mr Mitchell had finished their long talk so Mr Mitchell left leaving Marco alone.
He then went into the hospital to see Silas taking his medicine. It seems like he had been awake for quite some time and his face was a lot brighter now.
He nodded at Adam who was sitting at a far end to the room as he approached the bed.
A woman was seen by his side as she held onto his hands while he took his drugs.
"Rhea..." Marco called out as he sat by her side. "How are you" He asked Silas as he patted the woman's hair.
"I'm fine Uncle." He replied with a straight face.
"He can have light food now. Please call me if you need anything." the nurse said with a blush as she peeked at Adam before leaving the ward.
"Look what I made Silas... it's your favourite pudding." Rhea said as she stood up to pick the thermal cooler by the bedside table.
"Here, have some." She fed Silas after she served the dishes.
Adam just sat by the side without saying anything as he watched the mother and son duo. After a long while, he stood up and went to the window.
Marco stayed for a while before he left leaving the family of three alone in ward.
After sometime, he stood up and went back to the bedside to seat with Rhea.
"Dad..."
"What happened Silas." Adam cut Silas mid sentence.
The boy gracefully picked up the handkerchief by the side and wiped his mouth. Only then did he look at his dad and start speaking.
"I was with Priya at the boutique after the event was over. We bought a lot of things and were playing happily until it was time to go. Priya insisted she hold my hands so we could walk together for a while but I disagreed and ran out.
It happened so quickly and before I knew it, I was thrown away by a car." Silas said fluently. He was still 8 years old but he could speak so fluently and made sure to maintain eye contact while talking.
He didn't even flinch when he sensed the deadly aura his father was emanating as he looked into his eyes.
"Where's Priya?"
"I sent her home. She hasn't been well lately and no one noticed. She needs rest." Silas said boldly.
"I'm going to the office. I'll see you on my way back." Adam then planted a kiss on Rhea's forehead. He nodded at Silas before he walked out.
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"Mr Benjones."
"You are..."
"I'm Mr Aari."
Adam just walked into the Benjones corporation when a man clad in black suit approached him.
"I need to speak to you about something important." the man said.
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After Chris left the hospital, he went straight to Andrew's apartment but he was nowhere to be seen.
Then he went to the bar they usually attended and Andrew was seen sitting leisurely in the midst of several lightly-dressed girls as he laughed happily with the people sitting around.
Chris marched to his front and threw the wine glass in his hands to the ground and everyone turned towards them, ready to watch the drama about to unfold.
"If it isn't the bastard son of the Mitchell's..." Andrew said aloud as he stood up and walked in front of Chris.
Chris swung his hand towards Andrew's face to land him a blow but to his surprise, the men sitting with him came between them and held him before his hands could reach Andrew.
"Seems like you will never learn your lesson Chris." Andrew said before he threw a blow at Chris. Chris began to bleed by the side of his lips. This could be as a result of the beating he earlier received from James, but who cares, they were enjoying the drama before them.
"Why??" Chris asked with anger as he wiped the blood by the side of the lips.
"Because!! You always feel like you are on top of the world huh... having an outstanding military brother. Then a multi billion company where you get money to slack off everyday. You treated me like a pet who you drag everywhere whenever you are down, forgetting I'm also a human like you." Andrew screamed in anger.
The people present at the bar just stood by as they observed the 'all so mighty Chris Mitchell' being treated like a fool.
'How good it feels.' Andrew said to himself with a satisfied smile seeing the disdain people looked at Chris with.
"After my father died, you took me in as your right hand man. Always having me around was like a form of protection for you whenever you offended someone influential while you are drunk.
I always endured telling myself that my best friend needs me and I should be there for him until you turned me into your errand boy.
But it's enough Chris. it's high time you were put in your place and I think I should be the one don't you think..." Andrew said with a smirk.