Now, Sean's tears flowed uncontrollably while he tried to get him to lie down.
"Remind your mother to wait for me. Okay?" He requested after he lay down.
'Oh, no! He has a strong telepathic connection with his wife. For that, he must have felt her demise,' Dr. Summer thought.
Now, he looked askance at the other stranger whom he would have mistaken for Valerie until he requested, "Let him know that …."
His voice provoked Mr. Miller again and he was hysterical.
"Go away," he barked and Ben stopped.
He faced Sean who was drying his tears with his hands. Likewise, he signaled to them and they walked outside.
"He hates everyone including me. Since morning, he had been longing to join his wife, and I can't take him to the hospital to see her," he informed them.
They were surprised but kept the news of Priscilla's death away from him.
Then, Dr. Summer pointed out, "But he trusts you."
"Yes. He loves only you," Ben added.
"No. He loves only my sister, Valerie. He mistook me for her. If he hears my voice, he will hate me."
"Really? What is your name?"
"My name is Sean, Dr. Summer."
"I see. How old are you?"
"I'm twelve years old."
"Just twelve? Why are you the only one taking care of him?"
"Yes. Where is everyone?" Ben asked.
Now, Sean was overwhelmed with grief and could not explain further.
"Stop crying, Sean. We are here to help you. Okay?" Dr. Summer explained.
Ben was more concerned about how safe a twelve-year-old child could be in a big house like that and was worried about the handprints on his cheeks.
"Who hit your face?" He asked him.
Nevertheless, Dr. Summer just noticed it after he looked at his cheeks and waited for Sean's response. Although he was young, he was smart enough to cover up his family affairs, and it gave credence to Ben's curiosity.
"He is not safe," he pointed out and the doctor agreed with him.
He drew Sean closer to him and consoled him, "Stop crying. You are a good boy."
Sean, who had been craving the love of a father, cried more, and the doctor continued, "Your father will be fine if you cooperate with us."
He stopped crying and sniffed his nose. Likewise, he nodded his head, looked into the doctor's eyes, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"We want to move him to the hospital but you have to let him understand that."
"But he can't talk to him," Ben made known.
"Oh, that is true! What do we do?" Dr. Summer asked.
Sean loved them already and he proposed, "You can wait for me. I will go in and see if he is asleep and we can go with him."
The two men looked at each other and Ben demanded, "Won't he wake up and get angry?"
Sean was lost and looked on with a mute plea. Likewise, the doctor said, "We will give it a try. If he wakes up, I will give him a mild tranquilizer. Find out if he is asleep, Sean."
"Okay, Doctor," he accepted and walked back to the room.
As he desired, his father was fast asleep. He walked back to the doctor and reported, "He is sleeping, doctor."
"That is good," the two men responded at once.
Ben walked back to the courtyard and got the ambulance driver. He drove to the backyard with some staff members and got down.
"Get the stretcher and reduce your talking," Ben ordered and they complied.
Carefully, they carried Mr. Miller onto the stretcher, and after a while, they were at the hospital.
At Brian's House
After the nightmare, he busied himself with his morning exercise just to take his mind off such dreams. Suddenly, he got a call from his friend, Leonard Hart, and picked it up at once.
"Good morning, Leonard. What's up?" He greeted him coldly.
"Brian, good morning. I bought a new treadmill," he informed him.
"Wow, that's fantastic! When did you buy it?"
"Yesterday. Do you mind coming around to check it out?"
Brian vacillated and Leonard was surprised because he had a special affinity with treadmills and other sports equipment.
"I will do that in the evening. I hope you don't mind."
"What is stopping you from coming over now?" He inquired straight off.
He giggled at his curiosity and answered, "I will let you know when I come."
"Huh! I don't trust you, Brian. Tell me, why can't you come over now?"
"In case you wish to know, I will bring her along with me."
"Ha. Ha. I knew you were up to something."
"I'm glad you know."
"Whatever. See you later."
"It is okay. Later."
He smiled dryly to himself and continued with his exercise while waiting for Valerie. Soon, he was through and began to miss her. The thought of the nightmare flickered through his mind and he dismissed it.
"It was just a dream," he assured himself.
He was still standing on the treadmill when his guard informed him that he had a visitor. Without thinking twice or considering the guest, he gave his approval, "Let her in."
Quickly, he got down from his treadmill and walked happily to the foyer to receive her.
"Good morning, Brian," Jane greeted him happily.
His face twisted and he halted forthwith when he heard Jane's voice. Instead of responding to her greeting, he blurted out, "I can't remember inviting you to my house, Jane."
Now, he turned and began to walk back to the parlor, and she followed him.
"But I'm here," she announced.
He stopped, turned, and said dismissively, "Go back until I send for you,"
Despite his raging face, she hoped to fish out Valerie and goad her into a fight.
"Where is the bitch?" She asked and took a step.
He blocked her with his broad chest while she gave him a searching look and snobbishly stated, "Don't tell me that you deigned to fall in love with her, Brian."
"And what if I did?"
"To sleep with her, fine. But loving her is out of it."
"And what is the difference?"
"If that is the case, you are unfair to me. Despite begging you for it," she pointed out and inched closer.
Brian looked at her with a scowl on his face and warned, "I'm certain that you don't want to see my wrath. Am I right?"
At that point, her brow was covered with sweat, and she was scared. Truly, she was disappointed but not prepared for his wrath. The day he discovered that she was cheating on him and was angry with her was unpalatable. Now, she became mellow and locked eyes with him.
"I'm famished. The new cook must be through with breakfast by now," she informed him.
"You are not invited to any breakfast. Are you?" He opposed and signaled, "Kindly leave at once, Jane."
"Why? I thought we had a deal, and I have fulfilled my part by getting a cook for you. Why fall short of the deal?" She reminded him.
He looked into her eyes and declared immediately, "I am entitled to decide what to do with my life. Don't I?"
She swallowed hard and asked with indignation, "Where is she?"
He felt that he owed her no explanation and ignored her. After they stared at each other for a while, she shrugged and requested, "I will leave and have my breakfast at a café. I hope you will sponsor that?"
He gave her a dismissive look and said, "Please yourself."
Then, he called out to the guard at the door, "Jude."