<h4>Chapter 274: A Sudden Realization</h4>


    (Author’s POV)


    "Yes, Dad. Ohh~ .... I am with Fabian. Yelena said that? Ohh~ yeah~ .... Yes~ ... I came to discuss that. Yups~ ...... ummhmm~ .... We are done with our talk. I was just on my way. Will be there in five minutes," saying this, she hung up William’s call.


    "My dad called. He is urging me toe home. I need to hurry up," Myra got up from the couch as she walked towards the entrance.


    "It’s dark out there. Let me send you home," Fabian offered as he got up from the sofa, but she politely declined. Shaking her head, she said, "You don’t need to. My ce is just a block away. And~ .... Tomorrow is a big day for you. Rest early and~ .... good luck. I am rooting for you." Changing into her shoes, she said her goodbyes and walked off, not giving him any chance to reply.


    As soon as the door closed behind her, the warm, cozy, and homelike ce turned deste, cold, and mncholic. He leaned on the sofa, resting his head on the headrest, and closed his eyes while murmuring, "That was a close call. Fabian, you almost couldn’t contain yourself and lost control .... You need to be a bit patient and let her ept youpletely and wholeheartedly. Let’s not rush."


    Myra, on her way home, kept reeling about what happened back at Fabian’s ce, about the ambiguous atmosphere, and her cheeks flushed, a shade of scarlet appearing on them. It was not because of shyness but rather because of embarrassment.


    This time, she smacked her forehead for real and muttered under her breath, "Yelena has thoroughly corrupted my subconsciousness with her romantic bbering. She has been doing it a lottely, always talking about cute boys this~ .... Handsome men that~ ... and Fabian ... jeez. Yes, I know he is drop dead gorgeous type of handsome, but he is a friend. Let’s not taint our friendship." She shook her head violently, a strong denial.


    Then, something suddenly clicked in her mind, causing her to freeze. Her eyes widened as she realized, "Wait a minute~ hold on~ ... just now~ ..... Fabian mentioned that tomorrow’s annual seminar will feature many influential businesspeople from around the world. How could I ... shit~... it has to be that. How did I miss the signs? How~? ... Damn, now I understand why I saw ric Everests in Esteria. He must be one of the invitees for the uing seminar representing Everests Cooperation. It has to be that." With her hand on her forehead, she thought, "What should I do now? If that’s true, how can I attend tomorrow’s event? But~... I can’t just skip it. Professor Mitchell will have my head if I don’t go. Plus, I can’t afford to miss such an opportunity. I have been eyeing such a chance for a long time. Gosh~ ... " she muttered while mussing up her hair in frustration.


    "Myra, what are you doing, standing in the middle of the road? Did something happen? You look... kind of disheveled," a familiar voice startled her as Myra snapped back to awareness. Her hands were still pulling at her roots.


    She straightened her back and shifted her gaze to find Riya Johnson, Prof. Zachary’s wife, whose face was etched with concern. A friendly smile appeared on Myra’s face as she greeted her, "Ohh~ Mrs. Johnson, good evening. I~ ...... I was on my way home. I am sorry, I didn’t hear your words earlier. What did you say?"


    "You seem dazed, and your hand, ohh~ my ... it is injured. What happened?" Riya gasped while staring at her.


    "Ohh~ this~ .... it is just a scrap, Mrs. Johnson, and everything is fine," Myra brushed it off, giving Riya a formal smile. She then made an excuse, "I am sorry, but my father’s calling me nonstop. I need to hurry up. I will see you and Prof. Johnson some other time." Waving her hand, she scurried towards her home.


    As the ss windchime on the door made a subtle sound, both Sandra and William peeked out of the kitchen to find Myra, who was in the middle of changing her shoes.


    Sandra rushed out with adle still in her hand. "Baby, you are finally home. Let me see your face. Are you alright?" She got emotional again.


    Before Myra could say anything, Wendy, who wasing down the stairs after changing her clothes,mented, "Mrs. Miracle is at it again. We are going to get flooded soon."


    Yelena, who was following behind, pinched her. While William reprimanded her, "Wendy, she is your mother. She is allowed to be worried about you. You should know her heart."


    "Aaaaa~ .... Ouchh~ ouchh~.... I am sorry. I am sorry. I was just pulling her legs. I know and I love my mumma and dada the mooooosssst in the world, uhh~," she muttered in a cutesy tone, the one from those romantic animes.


    Sandra, without a care, hugged her elder daughter, while Myra let her do it. When the moment finished and they pulled apart. Sandra saw the dressing wrapped on her arm, "You got hurt?" Thisment got the attention of William, who came out hurriedly, his brows furrowed.


    "How did you get injured?" he questioned. He then turned around, stared and Wendy and Yelena, giving them a questioning look, "Why didn’t either of you mention anything about it?"


    Wendy and Yelena lowered their heads guiltily. "Dad, don’t me them. I told them not to. It’s just a scrape, anyway," she shrugged it off and added. "I was being careless and bumped into someone and fell, causing an abrasion." She then sniffed the air and changed the topic, "What are you guys cooking? It is making me feel so hungry."


    William and Sandra walked back to the kitchen and busied themselves. Myra settled beside Wendy on the couch, her face glum.


    Yelena saw the look and questioned her straightaway, whispering, "Why this gloomy face, hmm? Did something happen at Fabian’s ce? Did that jerk lecture you or something?"


    Myra sighed and confessed, "It’s about tomorrow’s event. I am going to skip it."


    "WHAT?" Wendy and Yelena yelped in sync, listening to this abrupt announcement. Myra gestured for them to keep their voices down. Yelena then whispered, "Wh~ ... why will you do that? It is because of what happened today? We couldn’t buy any clothes, or was it that jerk Fabian who said something to you?"


    "No, no~ ... he isn’t even aware I am one of the invitees tomorrow," Myra rified.


    "Then what’s the issue?" Wendy pressed. She was excited to visit the Crown Opulence.


    "Ughh~ .... It’splicated. I just have a feeling that~ .... I should probably not attend," Myra spoke, her voice low in confidence, doubtful.


    Yelena got up and settled beside her friend,forting her, "The reason you are getting cold feet now is because you are anxious. But it’s normal to feel jittery, as it is a massive, one in a lifetime kind of chance. Myra~ ... I know you and have seen how much hard work you have done and the struggles you have faced toe here. Everything will be alright. I fully believe in you."


    Myra kept silent even after listening to Yelena’s encouraging words. The real reason .... How could she tell them?"


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    ’We have searched the emergency ward, general ward, and all the ces where the mall incident survivors could be. We have even looked on all the floors, but there isn’t even a hint of her scent,’ Drey concluded, his voice brimming with dejection as well as pure frustration.


    Dion was puzzled too. There was no doubt that the handkerchief he found, the blood on it, was for sure Myra’s. So, why was she not here? He made his way towards the nurse station and asked, "Umm~ ... excuse me. Has there been any patient with the name Myra Miracle? She must havee amongst the mall survivors."


    "We haven’t gotten the identity of all the patients yet," the staff ryed.


    Dion then went on to give the nurse Myra’s description, "It is a girl, twenty ... no twenty one year old with hazel eyes and golden bronze hair, around five feet three or four. Maybe she has already been discharged? Can you look for me once? Hmmm?" he urged with desperation.


    The nurse was moved by his pleas, she took pity on him and said, "I will ask for you. But can you tell me, what is the rtionship between you two?"


    "She’s my ma~" he was about to blurt out, but stopped himself, correcting it, "She is a close friend of mine. Please, can you look for me?"


    The nurse made the call and asked around. But Dion has already guessed from her conversation and facial expressions that Myra wasn’t admitted to this hospital. He then questioned, "Has any of the potential survivor been taken to any other hospital?"


    "There are a couple of them," the staff told him. "You can look for your friend there." She provided him with the hospital names.


    To Be Continued . . . . . . . .


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