Kendrick’s POV
The walls of the house felt like they were closing in on .
My breath beca sharp and uneven as I staggered back from my mother’s door, the echo of her words ringing like a curse in my head.
"Christy must not..."
No.... No, I must have misheard because I couldn’t just bring myself to believe that my mother was such a person.
Why would she be plotting against Christy’s life?
My hands trembled as I pressed them into my hair, gripping tightly like I could force the thoughts out of my head.
"She... she wouldn’t... She can’t," I whispered to myself.
But the mory of her cold and sinister voice wouldn’t leave .
Confusion, disbelief, and fury tangled inside until I couldn’t breathe and my chest felt extrely tight and painful.
I had to get out.
I had to leave before I lost my mind completely.
I stord down the hall, ignoring the laughter echoing faintly from the sitting room.
Raymond’s smugness, Celeste’s arrogance, Saen’s mocking, all blurred into aningless noise.
I snatched my car keys from the stand near the front door and shoved myself outside.
The cool night air slapped my face, but it didn’t soothe as my feet carried fast, my fists were still balled so tight my knuckles ached.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, I slamd the door and just sat there, gripping the wheel.
Why would she...? Why Christy?
I squeezed my eyes shut, but all I saw was Christy’s face and I imagined all the pain she must have gone through in less than three months.
And now my mother was plotting against her.
I couldn’t understand and I didn’t want to understand because of the fear of finding out sothing more painful.
"God," I muttered under my breath, slamming the steering wheel.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I yelled as I slapped the steering wheel continuously
I turned the key, the engine roaring to life beneath , and I pulled out of the driveway with a screech of tires.
I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed air, needed distance, needed anything but the poison inside that house.
The city lights blurred past , neon sars against the darkness. I drove without thought as my mind was filled with everything that was happening.
Every word my mother had spoken echoed again and again.
Every possible aning I try to co up with is twisted into sothing darker.
Was her disappearance deliberate?
But a part of refused to accept it as I shook my head in denial.
That was still my mother.
She can’t an it... maybe it was about soone else.
Maybe I misheard and she wasn’t talking about the Christy I know, probably soone with the sa na.
Maybe... maybe I’m losing it.
I grip the steering wheel tightly and clenched my jaw in anger and frustration.
I wanted to deny it and I also wanted to believe there was an explanation.
But the way she had spoken Christy’s na with so much hatred ... there was no mistaking it.
My head felt like it was about to explode as I continued driving and without realizing it, my car had turned down a familiar street.
I slowed down as I stared at the huge hospital building.
I hadn’t even ant to co here. My hands had driven here on their own, guided by sothing deeper than thought.
I just wanted to see her badly and tell her how sorry I was and how much I miss her.
For a long mont I sat there in the dark, gripping the steering wheel, my chest rising and falling fast as I kept staring at the hospital building.
The Lancaster family mbers would tear apart if he caught anywhere near her.
And Christy... after everything I’d done, after all the hurt, did she even want to see ?
But then I imagined her lying in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines. I didn’t know if she was fine or in a critical condition as her family had blocked every news from leaking.
I finally summoned up the courage to see her, no matter the consequences.
Even if she hated or if she never forgave , I had to see her. I had to know she was okay.
I grabbed a hooded jacket from the back seat. Luckily Gary had left it there a while back and my chest pounded as I approached the hospital entrance, trying to look as casual as possible .
The sll of antiseptic hit the mont I walked in, the reception desk was quiet as the nurse was busy with paperwork. She didn’t glance up as I slipped past.
I knew the way by heart. I’d been here too many tis already.
Every step down that hallway was heavier than the last, my palms sweating as I tried not to be too nervous.
When I reached her door, I hesitated.
I couldn’t move as my body refused to take the next step.
But then I heard the faint sound of movent from inside and I pushed the door open.
Christy.
She was awake and I felt a rush of relief as I stared at her.
Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her skin pale but glowing faintly in the moonlight spilling through the window. She wasn’t hooked up to any machine as I had previously imagined.
But it wasn’t her posture that made my heart ache, it was her eyes.She was staring out of the window, distant, her expression unreadable.
"Christy..." I whispered, almost afraid to say her na.
She didn’t turn.
I stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind . My legs felt like they could give out any second, but I forced myself forward until I was standing near her bed.
"I’m sorry." I said with a hoarse voice as the words spilled out of before I could stop them.
"I’m so sorry, Christy. For everything. For the pain, for the hurt, for all the mistakes I made. I never... I never wanted to hurt you. I never stopped caring. I... " apologized to her with hot tears trying to find their way out from the corners of my eyes.
She finally turned her head and when her gaze t mine, it was like a knife straight through my chest.
There was no recognition in her eyes, no warmth or anger, just confusion.
"Who... who are you?" Her lips parted slowly and she asked with a frown.
I staggered back a step and had to rest my body on the wall for support, as my legs were almost giving up on .
"What?" I croaked, my chest clenching painfully.
She tilted her head, her brows furrowing as she studied like I was a stranger off the street.
"I don’t... I don’t know you." she replied with a confused expression while staring at .
My heart stopped.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head violently.
"No... no.. Christy, it’s ... It’s Kendrick. It’s... it’s ." I said with a hurried tone and she just blinked slowly, her gaze dropping to her lap, as if my words ant nothing.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, desperate, my hands trembling.
"It’s ," I repeated, my voice breaking.
"Don’t you rember? Don’t you rember us? Everything we’ve been through? The nights, the fights, the... the way you smiled at ?" I tried to make her rember by talking about the mories we shared.
Her face twisted suddenly, her hand flying to her head.
"Stop," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Stop... my head... it hurts." she cried as she continued holding her head.
"Christy?" I reached for her, panic flooding .
She gasped, clutching her temples and her body started to tremble.
"Christy!"
Before I could grab her, she collapsed forward, her body hitting the floor with a dull thud.
"Christy!" I shouted, dropping down beside her and my arms gently wrapped around her limp fra.
My chest exploded with fear as I lifted her and laid her back on the bed with frantic hands.
"Stay with , please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please, don’t do this."
I slamd my hand against the ergency button by the bed side.
Jasper arrived quickly as the door burst open.
"Kendrick?!" He yelled my na in surprise.
His eyes went wide when he saw standing by the bedside and his face darkened.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked and rushed forward.
I stumbled back, my chest heaving.
"She....she collapsed, I didn’t..."I tried to explain but he just shoved past , his hands moving quickly over Christy’s body, checking her pulse, her breathing.
"She’s fine," he muttered after a tense mont.
"She just... her mory..." He finally looked at with a complicated expression.
"She’s lost her mory, Kendrick." he finally said after a few seconds of hesitation.
The words hit like a hamr.
"No..." I whispered.
"No, that’s not... she can’t..." I shook my head repeatedly in denial.
"She doesn’t rember you," Jasper said with a sigh.
"You shouldn’t even be here. Haven’t you done enough? If Kelvin or any other person sees you here, it would be a problem"
I opened my mouth, but no words ca out as my throat felt too tight and my chest was extrely heavy as well.
And then, before I could respond, Christy stirred and her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. She blinked up at Jasper, her lips trembling.
"...Jasper?" she whispered and he sighed in relief.
"I’m here... I’m here." he said as she reached weakly for his hand and clutched it tightly.
"Hubby, my head hurts..." she complained to him sadly.
What did she just call him?
Hubby? As in husband?
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