Chapter 5
"Father!" Wynter shouted as he was being whisked away by uniformed officers. "Get me out of this situation, I really didn't kill her". Mr Wilson could only sigh and nod his head. Winifred and her mother were watching, teary eyed. "Wynter, I warned you to stay away from that girl. I told you she was badluck." his mother said in tears. "What of all your connections! Father, I know you have the power to get me out of here. Father please!". "Haven't I tried my possible best, you think I didn't try? Why did you get yourself into this mess in the first place?!. Do you know the blow this dealt on the company?! Do you know how much sales have dropped and the massive losses we made?! " Mr Wilson blurted in anger. "That's it, you never really cared about us, about me, you were always focused on the company. The company isn't even yours" he said with tears rolling down his cheek. Then the officers took him away. "Bastard" Mr Wilson cursed. Mrs Wilson wept as her son was being taken away.
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Mr Wilson was in his study, his face devoid of expression, his mind wandered as he swirled his glass. He downed the contents in one gulp, then he poured another. What his son had said kept popping up in his mind, had he really disregarded his family all in the name of work? He had been so obsessed with taking over his brother's companies, estates and all his assets. He had wanted to prove himself, but to whom exactly?. At the expense of his brother's life. He had always been in the background, overshadowed by his brother. He was always being compared to him. Even his own father loved his brother more than he did his own son, despite the fact that Jamie's father was the son of his wife's ex-husband. He hated him to the core, and made it his life's purpose to take away from him, everything he ever loved. The sound of people arguing disrupted his thoughts.
"Will you get the hell out of my face? what do you mean I can't go in? I want to see my husband." Mrs Wilson snapped. "Mr Wilson said to allow no one into the room and that he doesn't want to be disturbed." the man said as he bowed his head. "Excuse me?!" she said as she tried to force her way in. The men in suit blocked her. "I hired everyone of you and I can fire you this instant!" she said. The door opened as Mr Wilson stepped out "What do you want?". She did not reply, then pushed her way into the study room. Mr Wilson closed the door, "What is it?" he said rather impatiently. She saw the bottle of wine and the half filled glass. "You were drinking?" she asked, surprised. He hardly drank alcohol. He didn't reply her, he sat down and continued drinking paying her little attention "Say what you have to say, and get out". She sensed displeasure in his tone, she went closer to him. "You could have easily gotten Wynter out of this situation, and the media won't have gotten wind of it at all. You've done it many times, why not this time? your own son? why?" she said, tears dropping. "I tried" he said as he looked up, unable to face her. "What do you mean?". He said nothing. "Damian talk to me, what is going on? Is something wrong?" she asked. "Someone stirred up the media, someone made everyone turn against me, none of them picked up my calls, talkless of a meeting. One person told me there was nothing I could do, that there is a person behind everything, there was a reason none of them picked up my calls. They are afraid of that person. Someone is behind it all." her husband said. She gasped in shock, "Who could it be? did you offend anyone? a rival maybe?" she asked, her voice shaky ."That, I don't know." he said as he downed another cup.
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A man, about 185cm tall walked through the hospital lobby. He was admired by everyone as they passed him by, his men at his sides and behind him. His suit was tailored to fit perfectly, its black colour suited him perfectly. He was the definition of neat, his jet black hair perfected his look. He walked in large strides with his long legs, gracefully but a little hurried. He got to the room and stopped. The name on the door read Miss Amber Page. He paused, and his men all paused. "All of you, wait outside" Butler Reyes said. The young master walked in and his butler followed and shut the door behind them. She was awake. Her light brown eyes stared into his, they both stared at each other as if there was an unspoken connection between them. Then the doctor came in "Mr Lopez, its an honour to meet you sir" he said. The young man nodded in acknowledgement, "How is she?" he asked. "She is in a very good condition, better than we expected. She seems to have recovered fully according to the tests, but she doesn't seem to be responding." the doctor said. "She hasn't said anything since she woke up?" he asked. "No sir, she hasn't said a word. My advice is to take her to a Rehabilitation Centre. She can speak, but it seems she is still in shock and unwilling to speak." the doctor answered. "Any signs of memory loss?". "No sir, its very surprising. People who have been in far less situations have had cases of memory loss. Its a miracle." the doctor said in amazement. "Thank you" the young man said. The doctor then took his leave.
Her eyes were fixed on him the whole time. Then she said in a cracked voice "Ezra". Butler Reyes was shocked. He had never heard anyone called the young master by his name, no one dared to. The young man frowned, "Do you know me?" she did not reply, then she looked away. "I'll take my leave now sir." Butler Reyes excused himself. She looked up, straight into his deep black eyes. "Do you remember me?" the young man asked, he sat down at her bedside. "No I don't. Who are you? Are you the one that put me here?" she said. "Yes I am." he said sounding disappointed, "Why then were you staring? he asked. "Mmmn. You looked familiar, the name just popped up. Am I supposed to know you?" she asked. "No" he said. "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital" she said. "Mmmn" he replied.
"Do you remember?" he asked looking straight into her eyes, then she looked away, not saying anything, then her expression changed. "You do, don't you?" he said. She said nothing. "Why did you jump?" he asked, still no reply. After some seconds, tears began to drop out of her eyes. He was confused, then she began to plead "Please don't take me back there, I beg you. Please sir, I don't want to go back there."
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The room was small, simple and neat. the white and blue wallpaper made the room look plain. The door was locked. A woman lay on the bed, with long and curly jet black hair, her skin was dark and shiny. She appeared to be sleeping. The Tv in the room was on, "The murder case of Miss Jamie Crowns has finally been solved. Mr Wynter Wilson was declared guilty...". Suddenly the woman jumped out of the bed, her weak legs gave way as she stumbled and fell. "No!!!!!!"...