“Rest well, young lady. Do not overexert your mind or you might hurt it even more by causing intracerebral hemorrhage. In the worst-case scenario, you might even suffer a stroke and die. The doctor repeatedly issued the same instructions.
“Yes, okay,” Veronica feebly replied. “Very well. I’ll leave you to rest. Your mother and I will be outside instead of disturbing you. We’ll talk to you about everything else tomorrow,” Waylen said.
He patted her on the shoulder with his usual veneer of kindliness. Veronica was suffering from a serious migraine, however, so she merely nodded. Laying there on the bed, she seemed like she did not even have the strength to speak.
The group of three all left the room, closing the door behind them. The room was plunged into darkness once more. Outside the door, the fake doctor walked side- by-side with Waylen as he asked, “Is it at success?”
“Don’t worry. Nothing will go wrong,” Waylen replied. He was filled with confidence as he continued, “Did you forget about how I would bring her back to the hidden clan every three years? I would seal off her memories using the same method. Otherwise, she would have been fluent in the hidden tongue since childhood. There was no way she could have forgotten everything.”
“Yes. I believe in Waylen,” Hayley chimed in. She had absolute faith in him. It was not her first time meeting Veronica. In fact, she had met Veronica multiple times before. However, Waylen would always seal off Veronica’s memories after taking her away from the hidden clan.
That was the reason Veronica had completely forgotten everything about the clan, including the hidden tongue. “Good. It looks like our plan has come to fruition,” the imitation doctor said. “Our task at hand is to send Matthew and the others away or they might ruin our plans…”
The trio continued to walk away while conversing in the hidden tongue. When their voices finally vanished from the corridor, the door to the room they had just left slid shut, closing the tiny gap that was present between the door and the frame.
Sitting behind that door was Veronica who was suffering from intense agony. Countless memories rushed to the front of her mind like water breaking through a dam. It was absolutely unbearable.
“Don’t ever forget about me, Roni,” Mateo once said. “Are you going back to Bloomstead, Roni? When will you be back?”
“Hurry back. I miss you.” “I miss you too, Mat,” Veronica said in those memories. “Would you marry a girl younger than you, Mat?” “Of course, I would, Mateo had replied. “Grandpa was younger than Grandma, but they are so happy together.” “Would you marry me then?” she asked back.
“I would,” he answered. “You can’t ever forget about me, okay?”
“I won’t. Pinky promise?” The memory faded away to be replaced by another. “Veronica, remember that no matter what happens, I will always stand by you,” Hendrey said. “Waylen is not a good man. Stay away from him.” “Why would you say that, Hendrey?” she had asked.
“Trust me. I won’t lie to you,” he replied. The memory faded once more. Veronica was walking back from home with Hendrey when five or six men suddenly rushed out of a nearby van. They were aiming for Hendrey.
They had just been moved up to high school, so they were naturally no match for the men. Veronica was left beaten on the ground while Hendrey was taken away. “Veronica, Crayson sent these men,” he shouted to her. “You have to save me! Save me!”
“Hendrey!” Veronica had crawled up from the ground and frantically ran after the van. However, the vehicle eventually disappeared from her vision.
She ran all the way to Waylen’s home, crashed into his home, and dragged Waylen out of his exercise routine. “Hendrey has been kidnapped and he says you’re the one who ordered the kidnapping! Tell me, is it true?”
