After hearing Lucy, Philip and my father's side of their tales, I summoned a bodyguard to call Black and ask him to come today with Angelou. I wanted to deal with this matter as soon as possible to lessen the ruckus inside my head and to somehow alleviate my troubled heart. As much as possible, I wished to free my mind from further thoughts that might even worsen my brain and prevent it from returning to its normal state.
If I could hasten the process, then by all means I would, to put away the one sneaking behind my back and concocting lies to me from the one who was telling the truth. I am still not a hundred percent convinced that Lucy was the real one, just like what my father had warned me about, not until I hear what my contracted wife has to say. I could only decide what's suitable for all and what my course of action would be once I've counted every detail and analyzed everything.
