The next morning,
When Arwen woke up, Aiden wasn't around. She checked the ti on her phone on the side and realized she was late for the morning.
But still, even so, he had never left without informing her.
Getting out the bed, she walked to grab her robe. Wrapping it around her, she sauntered out of the room, going down the corridor looking for Mr. Jones.
"Mr. Jones," she called, finding him finally.
He was instructing a maid, but the mont he heard Arwen's voice, he dismissed the maid and walked towards her with a polite greeting smile. "Good morning, Madam."
Arwen nodded to him, returning the sa smile. "Good morning." But her gaze was looking around, searching for any trace of Aiden. "Have you seen Aiden? Is he in his study?"
Mr. Jones shook his head. "Sir isn't at ho," he replied, adding, "He has left early for work today."
Her brows furrowed as she paused, asking, "He left for the company already. But isn't it too soon?"
Mr. Jones had no idea. Hence, when he heard Arwen asking, he simply responded, saying, "There must be sothing important today. So, he had to rush."
Although that probably seed the case, it still didn't sit well with Arwen.
However, anyway, she nodded. "Did he have his breakfast before leaving?" she asked. Recently, she had taken up the duty of checking on his als. Aiden was required to complete his three als every day —in which breakfast was a must.
Mr. Jones looked troubled. Staring at Arwen with guilt in his gaze, he shook his head. "I asked him, but he didn't stop for it. He truly looked like he was rushing for sothing."
And that made Arwen frown.
Why was he even rushing like that?
Which billion-dollar deal was he after?
"It's fine. Pack his breakfast and send it over," she instructs, and Mr. Jones nods at her. "Also, Mr. Jones, whoever is going to deliver it, ask them to make sure that Aiden finishes it."
"Got it, Madam," the butler nodded in understanding.
Arwen gestured for him to leave before she returned to her room to freshen up and do the rest.
Entering the room, she grabbed her phone to make a call to Aiden, but it didn't connect. Frowning, she dialled Emyr.
After only a few rings, it was answered.
"Madam," he greeted.
Arwen didn't hold any formality and straightaway asked, "Mr. Ethan, is Aiden there with you?"
Emyr paused for a second before responding, "Yes, madam. We had an early eting today. So currently, sir is in the middle of it. Should I pass him the phone?" He asked
She was just concerned about Aiden leaving earlier. But now that she had confird that he was there attending a eting, she was relieved.
"Oh, there is no need to disturb him, right now. Just ask him to give a call back once he is done," she said through the call, and hearing Emyr politely affirm, she finally hung up.
anwhile, Emyr stared inside Dr. Clark's office through the round window.
Aiden was sitting there across from Jason, looking worried.
He didn't know what was wrong, but there had only been a few tis he had seen his boss so concerned and worried.
And every single ti, it had been related to Arwen.
And that was why when Arwen called him earlier, he didn't speak much in detail. He said what would have eased her suspicion.
anti, inside the office,
Jason stared at Aiden and looked like he couldn't understand it at all.
"Brother, are you going to tell what this is about?" he asked, massaging his temples, that was feeling heavy due to jet lag. "You made rush here all the way from the airport when I should have headed ho to take proper rest. Now that I am here, don't you think I deserve to know what all of this is all about?"
Aiden didn't respond to him imdiately. He seed to be thinking about sothing on his own, as if confirming it.
Jason was willing to wait, but not silently.
"I am sure this can't be because you missed ," he said, supporting his face with a hand over the desk. "I was only away for eighteen days, and none of the days did I receive a call from you. There is no way I am going to believe that you called so urgently because you missed dearly. I —"
Before he could finish, Aiden interrupted him, asking, straight to the point, "Do you think she can regain her lost mories?"
Jason halted at that. "What?"
He didn't seem to properly grasp Aiden's words. Or, if he did, he didn't think he did it right. So, instead of assuming, he asked him to repeat.
Aiden's gaze hardened at him as he echoed again, "Do you think Arwen can get her lost mories back naturally?"
At this mont, he just wanted to be optimistic.
And that was why he frad his words in a way that could prove to be good news.
But Jason's expression didn't look very optimistic. The playfulness he held in his gaze was no longer there, instead, it was replaced with seriousness.
"I have told you this earlier, Aiden," he began. "Leave the hope of the past. It can never return. Not until it damages her completely."
"We have seen her reports," he further continued. "And the trip I made to the States this ti was also regarding the drug used on her. I have had long discussions with the experts. The drug was too hazardous for her. Its presence is still there in her bones —subtle but there. As long as it is in her system, even her life is at stake."
Aiden's fingers clenched, and his face darkened more.
Jason stared at him and said helplessly. "I wouldn't say the mories lost are impossible to recover. But it is for sure that it cos with a risk."
Risk to her life.
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