“Papa? Papa!”
“Papa, can you hear me?”
When the doctor allowed Framton’s children to visit him in the morning, the man with a concussion effect had a difficult time recognising the people calling him “Papa!”
His furrowed eyebrows indicated that he wasn’t responding to them.
“Papa…” Louis holds his weak hand as he calls.
He hoped Framton could recognise at least him, if he couldn’t recognise the children he adopted after him.
The doctor approaches them, detailing them again, “Sir has lost around 13 years of memory with the concussion. It’s better to reintroduce yourselves to him. Sir, you…”
The doctor calmly explains everything to the male.
He was a Psychiatric doctor who visited for the case. For a bigshot.
“Thank you, Doctor Jason. I know it was a sudden call.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Louis. Well, what about the girl?”
“Ah, she is our youngest sister.”
“Haha, I’m aware of that much, Mr. Johnson. Please take care of them. Both of them will need a lot of rest I bet.”
“Yes, yes they do. Thank you for counseling us as well. I’ll talk with your assistant, sir.” Nodding, doctor Jason walks away.
[Reference to my book: Sex Therapy :)]
Louis goes to check on the girl who was accompanied by Ravine. He was displeased that the girl came to visit in the morning. As expected, the news blasted all over the world and Louis was too tired to control the word of mouth and media.
“What business do you-”
“You know, I didn’t actually do anything against her. You Johnsons have always been assuming I and Darla are the worst kind of people.” Ravine says.
“That’s because it’s the fucking truth. Ravine, I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave. I don’t want my sister to see the face of the girl who broke her heart over jealousy. Please. Disappear from her life.” Louis sternly states. Ravine exhales sharply as she smiles. Wearing her spectacles, she walks to the door as Louis turns to the side. However opening the door for her.
“I might as well disappear.” She says to herself as the male tries to ignore her.
Again,
Ravine was one of the prime suspects for the scandals that was created against the youngest Johnson.
The time in the hospital flows like river. Zayn sleeps on the couch in Cassandra’s hospital room. It was evening already, but the girl wasn’t waking up.
Zayn anxiously keeps tabs on her vitals and is alerted if the girl so much as moved her little finger.
When the paramedics have arrived to take Framton on the stretcher as he groaned in pain, they were suspicious of the girl who had trouble breathing. She was gasping for air, something restricting her normalcy of breathing.
The paramedics take her in the ambulance as well.
And the doctor declares with grief,
“There is an injury through violence on rib cage. The 11th rib on her left was broken. It was restricting her lung capacity. I’m amazed that it didn’t tear any of her pulmonary tissues.” The doctor had explained.
It was evening, at 4:48 when Cassandra stirs herself awake.
“Zayn…” she moans in pain, calling for the only name on her mind.
“Hey, hey. I’m here.” Zayn quickly grabs her hand as he strides towards her from the sofa.
“What happened? Framton…”
“Grandpa is alright, baby. It was all because of you. Thank you. Thank you, Cassandra.” Zayn emotionally kisses the back of her hand. She could feel his tears on her hand as she sighs.
“But…” there was something itchy on her palm again. She was confused as she sees the letters and numbers beginning to appear on her hand.
She lifts her hand to see,
[Ravine, 23:45, 25th December 2023]
Cassandra was awestruck at the death notice.
As she tried to communicate with Zayn, she realises he was simply staring at her. He wasn’t able to read her lips too.
There was neither a nod of affirmation nor a surprised reaction.
She realised with her hazy mind… that Ravine is in danger and the only person who can help her out of that danger was her.
Her death was around midnight, the time when the air becomes chill and the moon tries to hide behind the clouds.
Suddenly, as she thinks of darkness, the cold shadowy figure appears on her shoulder. She begins to sweat in fear. She flinches when the little paper of details was dropped on her lap.
Mouthing a quite and feared, “Thank you” to the God of Death, she was able to breathe shakily as she turns to Zayn. She could hear him quite well, but he couldn’t hear her yet. She realises that she needs to look into the paper.
[Death by suicide]
[Death by depression]
Those were the two linkages that Cassandra tries to figure out.
Suddenly, she hears the two men outside conversing as she quickly turns to them.
It seemed like another clue.
“I can’t believe she had the nerve to call herself a friend and infiltrate the security outside. She came to visit Cassandra.” Who was she?
“Ravine is innocent, Louis. Listen to me. She wouldn’t do such a lowly thing! Stop blaming her for the scandal. I know she wasn’t the one behind it.”
Of course it wasn’t Ravine behind the scandal making.
It was Sharon Denvers who gave her body and money to a skilled hacker to create the scandal while keeping her identity hidden.
The Johnsons had none of the slightest clue that she was the mastermind behind all the letters and the scandals as well. Sharon really outdid herself, like the previous time when she tried to kill someone important in their family.
Resulting in an unwanted death forbye.