"Mam, mam, Madam Smita woke up." Someone please stop these lady,ugh! My head it hurts like hell. As soon as i opened my eyes my grandmother hugged me and started to cry like crazy. Seriously, it was really tough to understand which part was a drama which part was real. But, wait a minute, why the heck i am here, shouldn't i need to be Mr. Oliver's clinic now, ouch! My neck, why is it hurt so much and why am i in the bed and why does Mr. Brown was looking at me like that. I looked at everyone with a questioning look . My grandmother hugged me more tightly and said," Thank god, you gained conscious. I was so worried after you lost your sense in the clinic." My mom was sitting next to me and dad where is he? Even my uncle, aunt and cousins were here too then where is he? After a few minutes my dad appeared into the room with Mr. Oliver. wait, what is he doing here? Mr. Oliver looked at me and smiled. Seeing Mr. Oliver my grandmother asked him,"What, what exactly happened to her?" Mr. Oliver smiled politely again and said," Don't worry madam. She just fainted due to lot of pressure. I heard her exams are coming. That's all and nothing." Then he looked at my father and nodded . Then, my father whispered something into my grandmother's ears and then everybody left as my grandmother instructed. As soon as they left Mr. Oliver locked the door and turned towards me," So, do you remember anything about what happened there earlier and how did you end up like that in your bed ?" " First of all no, and didn't you just said that i fainted." I answered him confusingly. Ugh! I hate that typical gaze and then he suddenly said," Like seriously, you don't remember. Well it was quite possible and about that fainting matter that's what i made up to save you." " Made up to save me, what are you talking about Mr. Oliver?" I asked. He sighed and said," If i told anyone of this palace about your mental problem then you might end up like your grandma. It doesn't matter how much she was good at acting i know what was that old hag could do . I saw my god mother suffered and just because you're her granddaughter that's why I'm so desperate to save you cause i already lost two so i don't wanna lose you too. Oh, am i getting emotional again? My bad, sorry. Just let this slide go for now, yeah, where am i, yes, how much do you remember? According to me you must remember that part where i asked you about what you would do if you was there? Right?" I nodded then he started again,"Do you know what you have done there to me?" He pulled up his sleeve and wait, what was that? Is that a scratch? I looked at him, i noticed that he restrained his anger and looking at me he said," Don't look at me with those eyes. This scratch was given by you to me. Truly speaking if you weren't their granddaughter and if our was not indebted to your family, i would probably kill you." " Indebted? From our family?" I asked. " I think you misunderstood. I said from your grandparents not from your family. Don't mix it please. And as much as I could recall i told you to let it go. Let's go back to the topic," Seeing me rubbing my neck Mr. Oliver said," Don't rub that, i gave you an injection there." " Injection? But why?" I asked. " Why? What do you mean by why? No longer i had finished my word you jumped at me out of nowhere to kill me, i have no other choice rather than giving you an Injection." He sighed again and said, "Keep an eye out on yourself and don't tell anyone about it yet, tell me if you notice anything weird." Then he knelt down in front of me and said," Trust me Smita, i won't let anything happen to you, at least not this time. So you just need to trust me ok." Then he stood up and when he raised his leg to go outside i stopped him and said," How could I trust you Mr. Oliver? Not only i don't know anything about you but also i was betrayed once." He looked at me and said," First of all that was not betray and secondly you wanna know about me right. Fine, i will tell you the next time we met. So take this card for now and call me if you feel anything." Saying this he left . Trust you huh, damn it. And what was that multiple personality disorder, my grandmother Miss Lyla,and how could his family became indebted by my grandparents?There was indeed so much.