The cool morning air wafted through the grand lobby of the hospital as India, Nimah, Xavier, and Robin gathered at the reception desk, anxiously awaiting news of Alexander's condition. Nimah fidgeted nervously, her gaze darting between India and the others. She could sense the tension radiating from India, who was uncharacteristically quiet, her eyes cast downward. She didn't even want to look at Nimah at all, but Nimah could tell that she hadn't told anyone about the secret already. Nimah's heart raced as she worried that India might reveal the secret this morning. She just didn't want to see that betrayal in their eyes, if India was going to, she just didn't want to be present. Robin could notice Nimah's unease and restlessness, he looked at her and asked, "Is there a problem Nimah?" Nimah looked up at him, trying to force a smile and shook her head. "No, I am fine." Robin wasn't convinced by the curt response, he wrapped his hand around his wife, pull
"You don't have to speak," Xavier said to Alex, his tone reassuring. "Just nod if you're in pain. Can you remember who did this to you" Alexander's gaze shifted to Xavier, and after a moment's hesitation, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. India, who had been standing at Alexander's side, reached out and grasped his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Father, isn't that enough questions for now? Don't you think those questions are a bit too much?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of reproach. "He needs to rest." Xavier chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I'm just concerned for my nephew, that's all, if he does remember, that could help us get to the bottom of this asap," he said, his lips curving into a small smile. He turned his attention back to Alexander. "Is there anything you need from me?" Alexander shook his head, his eyes conveying a silent message of gratitude. Satisfied, Xavier made his way to the small sofa in the co
Nicholas stood right in front of his mirror, fully dressed up in his crisp, charcoal-gray suit and polished leather shoes. He stared intently at his reflection, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he carefully adjusted the knot of his deep burgundy tie. His usually unruly dark hair had been neatly trimmed and styled, not a single strand out of place. He had to look perfect. It had been weeks since he'd last seen his own face in the mirror, trapped in the sterile confines of the hospital room as his body fought to recover from the gunshot wound that had nearly claimed his life. But now, as he scrutinized his appearance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He was finally him again, not some pathetic helpless man who had been laying on a bed, unable to move his body for weeks. "Nicholas Loughty is back," The pallor that had once graced his features had been replaced by a healthy glow, the dark circles under his eyes had faded, and the
Nicholas took the tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he watched the video that played on the screen. A female news anchor, her expression grave, was the one speaking; "There has been rumours that has been flying around lately about the CEO of the Royal group - According to what we heard, allegedly, some say that he's down with a terrible sickness, some claimed that he is afraid that some of his competitors might want to kill him and he's been hiding. So many theories if you asked me," the lady chuckled as she continued. "Some people say he was involved in an accident and lost his leg, while the most persistent rumor was that he had been shot by his own employees and had fled the country to seek medical treatment so no one would find out. We shall wait for the Royal group authorities to release a statement on why no one has seen their chairman lately...." Nicholas couldn't bring himself to finish watching the video. With a sharp intake of breath, he handed t
Ryan carefully brought out the tablet from his bag, per Nicholas's order, and handed it to the three maids standing before them. The trio exchanged puzzled glances as Ryan pressed play on the video. A hush fell over the room, save for the low murmur of the broadcaster's voice, relaying what sounded like a salacious rumor. The maids' brows knitted together, their eyes darting back and forth as they absorbed the information. What was going on in their mind at the moment was what could be the reason Nicholas was showing them the video. It was a quite odd, but they had no choice. As the video flickered to black, Nicholas's expression twisted into a sly, enigmatic smile. His eyes narrowed, glinting with a dark, mirthless amusement that sent a shiver through the air. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice low and dripping with malice. The maids' gazes darted upward, their faces etched with uncertainty. They nodded in unison, their eyes locked on Nicholas's, awaiting hi
The mention of Wraith's name caused a flicker of emotion to pass across Nicholas's features, but it was quickly masked. Nicholas turned to were Ryan was standing, "Is that true?" "No! Wraith has been in police custody since the incident. There's no way he could have spoken to the press," Ryan interjected, a frown marring his brow. Corer's eyes narrowed, and she turned her gaze to Ryan. "Perhaps the police informed the press, then." Ryan chuckled, "This is highly confidential information – And the police wouldn't dare to release such information to the press without our permission." "Well, who knows? Maybe you are even the one who leaked it to the press and try to pin it on someone because you know Mr Loughty trusts. Right?" Corer was fuming as she spoke, but her tone was stable and low. Ryan's expression darkened, and he took a step forward, his body tense with anger. "How dare you!?" he growled. Before the situation could escalate, Nicholas raised a hand,
"This doesn't prove that we're in league with the RMI. You have no concrete evidence." Nicholas took the last sip of his wine as he carefully placed the glass cup on the side table. The gentle clink of the glass against the polished wood echoed through the tense silence that had fallen over the room. All eyes were fixed on him as he slowly rose from the leather sofa, surveying the room. Exchanging uneasy glances, the maids stood transfixed, their hearts pounding in anticipation of Nicholas's next words. Mr. Philips, Mr. Andre, and Ryan also stood at the ready, their postures betraying a hint of the tension that permeated the atmosphere. They knew they had no say in this, they just had to wait and watch. Nicholas took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on the trio of maids. "I can prove that you three are working for Malakai," he stated, his voice low and even. The room erupted in a cacophony of gasps and murmurs, all of them tr
Ryan dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope, handing it to Nicholas. Nicholas took the envelope, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the contents. As he finished reading, he looked up at Ryan, his expression unreadable. "Where exactly did you find this?" he asked, his voice calm and measured. "It was in a safe lock in Imran's room," Ryan replied, his tone resolute. The room erupted in a collective gasp, as all eyes turned to Imran, who had begun to tremble visibly. Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze piercing as he addressed the maid. "So, Imran, it seems you are the one working for the RMI, can you explain this letter to me? I don't really catch it," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Imran shook his head, his eyes glistening with tears. "No, no, you don't understand," he stammered, his voice quivering. "I never sent that letter to the RMI. It was just in the safe, I swear! I told them I can't do it. I didn't want