Chapter 86- The Revelation (Part 2)

Chapter 86- The Revelation (Part 2)
Faith’s POV

The series of gunshots had startled the woman, and she quickly stormed out of the room. I no longer knew what to call her—she was no longer Austin’s mother. She had become nothing more than a dangerous presence.

Kim and Daphnie seized the moment. I felt their hands working swiftly to untie my arms and legs. Once free, my body nearly collapsed from weakness.

Kim immediately hugged me tightly, as if afraid I’d vanish if she let go.

“Faith… I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to do this,” her voice trembled.

I held her back and hugged her too.

“Shhh. I know, Kim. I understand.” Despite my trembling and rapid breathing, I tried to be strong for her.

After we released each other, she quickly checked my belly, clearly more anxious than I was.

“I’m really sorry. The babies… do you feel anything unusual?”

I shook my head. “No. They seem fine.” I wiped my tears and gently caressed the swell of my stomach.

“Good…” she whispered, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Enough with your drama,” Daphnie suddenly interjected, though I could tell she was nervous too.

Kim shot her a sharp glance.

“Where did your clever mother take my child?” Daphnie asked, her voice sharp and filled with anger.

Daphnie looked down before speaking.

“She’s in a room here… with Jairee.”

It felt like cold water had been poured over me.

Jairee. My child.

And Kim’s child. In the hands of that woman.

We didn’t know what she might do.

I saw Daphnie pacing, clearly thinking.

“Daphnie…” Kim called.

“What do you have in your bag that we can use to guard the kids?” Daphnie asked, tension evident in her voice. “Do you have a sedative in there?”

Without hesitation, Kim pulled out a small ampoule labeled Emergency Sedative.

“Kim, hurry,” Daphnie whispered, peeking through the door. I could see the worry in her eyes, but there was determination too.

Kim carefully snapped the ampoule and drew the liquid into the syringe.

“Ready,” she said, holding the syringe like a weapon on which everything depended.

Daphnie took a deep breath. “I’ll handle the next room. They know me… so they’ll let me in without suspicion.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, worried for her safety, knowing what she had already endured from her mother.

“Yes. There’s only one guard at the door since everyone’s busy downstairs,” Daphnie replied, listening to the echo of the ongoing gunfire.

“Where should I inject it? Neck? Back of the head?” she asked, half-joking.

“N-no! Just the arm, don’t kill the person,” Kim replied quickly, still visibly anxious.

“Better that way, fewer bad guys,” Daphnie said, joking but with an edge of anger.

Kim tightened her grip on the syringe.

“Saving lives is my duty. Not killing. Whether they’re good or bad… life is still in my hands,” she said seriously.

I was impressed. In a situation where anyone could lose their moral compass, Kim, amidst fear, gunfire, and danger, stayed true to her profession. She was a nurse.

“All right, go. That’s mine now, and Mommy might come back. The three of us will be in trouble,” Daphnie said, snatching the syringe from Kim.

She opened the door without warning and walked out, like she was used to danger. Kim and I were left, both stunned by her speed.

The room was quiet, but I could feel every heartbeat as Daphnie’s steps faded.

I didn’t know whether to admire her courage or fear for her. I only hoped the plan would succeed.

Kim prepared a few more syringes filled with the emergency sedative. “We might need them,” she said, noticing me watching her. I only nodded. She handed me bottled water from her bag.

“Drink, Faith. You might be dehydrated. Fight your weakness,” she said. How did she know I was weak, even though I hadn’t said anything? I simply accepted the water, grateful.

Ten minutes later, Daphnie returned, panting.

“Let’s go, move quickly,” she said.

Kim immediately supported me, and I was thankful. My knees were nearly giving out. When Daphnie saw my condition, she helped me as well.

“It’s okay, there’s food with Jairee. Eat when we get there to regain strength. We also need to leave afterward. We’ll exit through the back,” Daphnie said as we walked. I stayed silent, afraid speaking would drain my energy further.

“Mommy!”

“Mama!”

The two children shouted as they saw us entering the room.

“Jairee!”

“Jaeden.”

Kim and I almost shouted it together.

In an instant, a surge of unknown strength filled my chest. Seeing my children nearly took my breath away. They ran to us and immediately hugged me.

“Baby… Mommy’s here… Mommy’s here,” I repeated softly, stroking Jairee’s back.

I heard Kim quietly sobbing beside me, and when I looked, she was hugging her child tightly, unwilling to let go.

I noticed Daphnie standing quietly behind us. She didn’t speak, but I saw her gently wipe her tears. They weren’t tears of fear, but of longing and heartbreak as a mother.

Even silent, I understood.

I understood her thoughts—her child, absent now, possibly in danger.

Her eyes held pain that courage could not hide.

A pain begging for this nightmare to end so she could hold her child again.

While hugging my own child, I looked at Daphnie.

We shared a silent moment, full of understanding, fear, and hope.

Even without words, I felt her unspoken wish:

“Stay safe, child…”

Once calm returned, they fed me. There was a plate untouched by the children. I ate without hesitation, knowing the babies in my belly were weak like me.

“Sorry, babies,” I whispered after eating.

“Mommy, are they okay?” Jairee asked, touching my belly.

“Yes, baby. They’re okay,” I replied, smiling and hugging him.

“Rest, Faith,” Daphnie whispered, listening to the quiet below. “Looks like everyone’s caught. It’s quiet… but why hasn’t anyone come up for us?” I noticed her fingers tremble slightly as she wiped her own sweat. “Tell me when you’re ready. When you can, we’ll leave.”

She breathed deeply several times before looking at all of us. Even the children were gathered in front of us.

“Listen carefully. Don’t stray. We cannot split up now,” she reminded, hiding her own fear.

She approached Jairee and gently took him from me. “I’ll hold him for now,” she said calmly. “Faith, you need to move steadily.”

I nodded, forcing my courage, tightly holding Jairee’s hand. In the silence, every heartbeat felt like it would explode in my ears. Ready or not… we had to move.

We spent thirty more minutes in the room, hearing occasional gunfire.

“Let’s go!” Daphnie urged, holding Jairee’s hand. Kim, Jaeden, and I followed.

Descending the stairs, I froze. There were men sprawled on the floor, bleeding, lifeless. Kim and Daphnie acted swiftly, covering the children’s eyes.

“This way, the backdoor. There’s an exit here.”

We moved quickly toward the backdoor, fighting the tremor in my legs, until we finally left the rest house.

“Faith!” a familiar voice shouted.

“Austin!” I responded, nearly leaping with hope. I rushed toward him, ready to embrace, but he stepped back, clearly afraid.

“Hey! I’m not Austin,” he said, pale.

I frowned, unable to respond—

“Faith! Jairee!” another voice called from behind.

“Daddy!” Jairee shouted. I turned.

“Austin?” I whispered, barely audible. Two Austins?

“Yes, honey. It’s me.”

Before I could react, the real Austin was in front of me, hugging me tightly, afraid to let go even for a second. Jairee immediately nestled between us.

I saw Daphnie’s face, stunned, unable to believe whether she was seeing a ghost or a person.

“How are our babies?” Austin asked softly as we separated. He gently touched my belly, with certainty in his movements.

I frowned. How did he—?

“You’re wondering how I knew,” he whispered, reading my mind. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ve known everything. I know where you were, and your true condition.” Pain was etched in his eyes. “I wanted to come sooner… but I chose not to. For your safety. So Mommy wouldn’t suspect.”

He tightened his grip on my hand.

“But they found you anyway.”

At that moment, I felt the weight of everything—fear, relief, shock—crash onto my chest all at once.

“And that bastard was my so-called twin brother, Axel. He was the one with the woman you saw. I couldn’t do that to you, honey.” I couldn’t believe it. No words came out of my mouth. I faced Axel; he recoiled and covered the child.

“Oh, please don’t do that again,” he begged. I laughed at my own mistake, having mistaken him for Austin.

“Where did your twin brother come from?” Daphnie asked.

“Why don’t you ask your mother?” Austin replied to Daphnie.

“Y-you knew?” she asked again.

“I’ve known for a long time,” Austin said firmly, jaw trembling with anger. “What did you think? You could fool me forever?”

Silence fell, as if even the wind had stopped.

He drew a deep breath before speaking again, colder, heavier.

“And one more thing…” He stared directly, without hesitation. “Axel was Alexander’s biological father. Not me.”

The shock on Daphnie’s face was unmistakable. She had no idea, completely unaware she had been used by her own mother.