Chapter 45

Freshia Ava's POV

Five days have passed since the incident and Eros suddenly woke up with a restless face. That was the last day I met him because until now, he had not shown the bridge of his nose. Today is the last day I am hospitalized because the nurse has just said that I am allowed to go home today. In total, I have been treated for almost two weeks. Suddenly I remembered Martin, who at that time I heard was looking for me. But why haven't I seen it until now? Is that a sign that he couldn't find me here? I said to myself.

Then my reverie was suddenly shattered when I saw the figure of John and two female servants entering the room. "The nurse told me that today you can go home. Therefore, I brought two maids whose job was to help Miss tidy up all of Miss's equipment and clothes which would be brought back to the house. I'll take care of the paperwork first and will be back in about half an hour to pick up Miss." John said to which I only answered with a nod.

John kept his word and picked me up within half an hour, then after that, they took me in a wheelchair to a car that was ready in front of the hospital lobby. When I got into the car, I leaned limply against the back of the passenger seat in the back where I was sitting alone. In the car I was riding in at that time there was only me, John, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver, and a driver. I turned to the side of my seat. I thought, today Eros himself will pick me up from the hospital.

"Is Eros busy?" I finally asked after lowering my ego to satisfy the curiosity that continued to hover within me.

“Yes, Miss. There are several things that Mr. Eros has to finish so Master only sent us to pick up Miss today." John answered while glancing at me from the rearview window of the car.

“Oh yeah, okay then,” I replied simply. After that, there was no conversation between us until the car I was riding in entered the yard of Eros' luxury house.

Several servants seemed to welcome my arrival, but I didn't see Eros' presence until I was in the room. I sat on the bed in my room and suddenly felt strange about what I was thinking right now. Why am I suddenly constantly looking for Eros' whereabouts? I thought. After that, I immediately shook my head and tried to erase the name Eros from my mind. I should be relieved that I haven't seen him these past few days.

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Martin Moore's POV

My plane just landed a few minutes ago. After that, I immediately rushed to get my suitcase and then met my private driver who had been ready to pick me up earlier. Then I immediately went to the hospital, where my mother was being treated.

At that time the middle-aged woman was still unconscious. I could only continue to hold her hand which didn't have an IV needle attached to it. Occasionally kissing the back of the hand lovingly. I received a report that my mother had a heart attack after receiving a phone call. Therefore, I immediately checked who was the last person my mother contacted and caused my mother to fall ill like this. And I found the name Eros Robinson as the name who made the last call on my mother's phone. What did that bastard actually say to make my mother lie down like this? I said to myself.

Several hours passed and I was still faithfully waiting for my mother to wake up. Until finally I could feel those slender fingers moving slowly and those two beautiful eyes looking at me. My mother finally came to her senses and I smiled to greet her. “Mom, this is Martin.” I said right next to her ear to help her become more aware of the situation around her.

My mother smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you, Martin." My mother said starting the conversation.

"What actually made you fall ill like this again?" I immediately asked my mother.

My mother seemed silent at first, seemingly reluctant to speak.

"I know Eros is the mastermind behind all this, Mom. But what did he do to make you like this?" I spoke again because my mother still didn't seem like she was going to talk. Only after hearing my second words did my mother turn to me.

“Don't talk like that, Martin.” My mother said in a firm tone but still full of tenderness. I know where the conversation is going. This has become our habit. When we discuss anything about Eros, my mother will definitely defend him. Even though it is clear that it was what Eros did that caused her to fall like this.

“Auntie said that you had a heart attack after receiving a phone call. Then I checked my mother's telephone history and it was true that Eros was the last person who communicated with you. So it's clear, right, who caused you to be like this? What did he actually say to you?”

My mother fell silent again and looked straight ahead. “He's talking about the past again, huh? And again, I feel guilty towards him, don't he?" My words finally made my mother look back at me and she looked at me with a surprised look.

I actually already know quite well what my mother has been hiding all this time. The reason why my mother used to do it, until finally my mother grew a feeling of guilt that was so big and unforgivable. My mother always punished herself without caring that she was actually a victim.

"Even though you didn't tell me directly, I knew what happened first," I said quietly. It is true that all this time, my mother raised me alone and without telling me directly what really happened to our family. I, who always waited without asking where the man who was a father figure actually was, actually grew in deep curiosity. When I was twelve years old, I received a letter from an anonymous person telling me everything. Opening up one by one the bitter reality that I have to swallow is that I have a psychopath father and an older brother who is eight years older than me. I started to trace the truth and found out that the letters were deliberately sent by my own brother. I know that it's like he wants me to live as guilty and unhappy as he does.

“How much do you know, Martin?” My mother asked me. Her gaze turned sad.

"Eros told me everything a long time ago, Mom."

My mother was seen crumpling her clothes around her chest area, then her eyes filled with tears. “Forgive me for not being honest with you until now. But always remember not to hate your brother, because I know how hard he has lived all this time. I am also guilty for shaping his character like he is now, Martin."